Ling Feng did not answer.

…

When Carlos and Arthur reached the outer edge of the cave, they stood in the desert, feeling the warmth of the fine sand.

A massive, awe-inspiring building came into view; Arthur and Carlos had seen it before.

Many orcs had never seen such a building before; it was deformed and bizarre, covered a huge area, and was extremely tall, like a dozen or so stories high.

But none of this was enough to attract everyone's attention; it was just a huge building, but it was covered in filth.

The ground was covered in a ring of bones and rotting flesh, not the remains of parasites feeding on the dead.

Some of the dead orcs had their flesh sliced ​​off piece by piece, revealing stark white bones—a horrifying and nauseating sight.

The maggots clinging to the flesh continued to wriggle, gnawing at the last scraps.

What kind of beastman is leading this group of wandering beasts?

A group of orcs stopped at the entrance of the cave. A gust of cold wind blew by, making their hair stand on end and giving them goosebumps.

Arthur's calm command

"Half the men will guard the outside, not allowing anyone to enter. I'll take the rest of the orcs in to investigate."

"OK"

The orcs obediently stood guard at the door.

Arthur and Carlos followed Arthur into the cave. Led by Carlos, they didn't enter through the main entrance, but instead entered through a side door at the back.

This is a tunnel leading forward, deep and damp, filled with skeletal remains—some fresh, some rotting, and fragmented entrails—making one's stomach churn. Only the more resilient males could barely endure it.

"Be careful, there might be poisonous snakes and scorpions here."

Arthur warned them that they had just passed through a narrow tunnel when they saw several black, poisonous insects; thankfully, none of them bit them.

"It's alright, there's nothing poisonous there. The black bugs were from a dark, damp place, don't worry about them."

Carlos explained the tree to them, and only then did the people feel reassured enough to continue following.

…

Finally, we arrived at a large, blocked rock. It turned out it had sealed off the road; no wonder we hadn't encountered a single person along the way.

Arthur led the way, kicking the stone away and leading the group out of the tunnel.

The noise was so loud that everyone heard it, and when they came out, they were right in the center of the cave.

Hearing the noise, the orcs inside the cave all converged in the direction they had come from.

Only Ling Feng remained unmoved atop the high platform, watching Arthur's excitement rise within him; even Carlos had come along.

Ling Feng was slightly taken aback. They really weren't dead. Some of the orcs who had been lured away by the Beast King had escaped and returned. Because they had been betrayed, they had executed all the escaped stray beasts.

In a moment of panic, one of the orcs revealed that Carlos was not dead.

Ling Feng still thought it impossible. He had witnessed Carlos being burned with his own eyes, so he fled from him and returned to the Forgotten Continent to become king.

The gasoline was so hot that even water couldn't extinguish it; how did he survive? He didn't want to think about the reasons anymore. Perhaps he was just incredibly lucky.

Arthur brought in about 1,500 men, which was roughly equal in number to theirs; a fight between them would be disadvantageous for neither side.

Arthur and Carlos, working together, possess a formidable strength that Ling Fengyi, in his prime, could not contend with.

But Ling Feng has now broken through to the fifth-star ring and commands the wandering orcs, so he is no longer afraid. His wish has not yet been fulfilled; he wants to have a one-on-one duel with Arthur.

The ferocious orcs surrounded Arthur, Carlos, and their group, but clever orcs guarded the entrances and tunnels to prevent their escape.

"You must be the leader of the stray beasts."

Arthur mocked and provoked, but Ling Feng remained seated, unmoved.

"Hehe, Arthur Carlos, long time no see."

As Ling Feng spoke, a violent current surged forth, winds from all directions converging to form a wind blade that attacked Arthur.

This is his special skill at level five, relying on natural elements, specifically wind, to launch attacks.

Arthur spread his arms, his powerful aura covering his entire body, blocking the onslaught of the wind.

"Hmph, you think you can hurt me with an attack of this level? You overestimate yourself."

Arthur and Carlos looked at Ling Feng with unfamiliar eyes, as if they didn't recognize him at all.

He had worked for both of them simultaneously back then. Only after Carlos repeatedly observed Ling Feng's face did he slowly say...

"This orc looks familiar; where have I seen him before?"

Arthur: "I realized it too. I didn't stay in the Forgotten Continent long enough; I might have met him before."

Those two are heartless and hopeless; they've completely forgotten about Ling Feng. Seeing their attitude, Ling Feng, gripping the stone platform, crushed a piece of it in his hand.

Yes, they never even gave him a second glance before, how could they expect them to remember him?

Only by constantly becoming stronger can the strong be remembered, thus inspiring aspirations in people.

It is not easy to rule over a group of wandering orcs; Ling Feng has thus perpetuated a form of tyranny.

He does not allow stray animals to go beyond the designated area; anyone who goes beyond it or brings back a female without his permission will be considered a rebel.

The rebels met a horrific fate; not only were their flesh cut off, but the best, most delicious parts were also roasted and fed to the orcs—they couldn't refuse.

No matter how ferocious the stray beasts were, they weren't so cruel as to cannibalize their own kind. They were all afraid of Ling Feng and had no choice but to force themselves to devour the flesh of their companions.

The remaining unpalatable parts were discarded by Ling Feng's men outside the cave to intimidate the orcs who came to challenge him.

The grotto reeked of a foul stench, having been stagnant for a long time. The exit was not only tightly shut, but also clogged with large chunks of rubble.

How do they usually hunt inside? They must have to go out to find food, right? Are they deliberately isolating themselves from the outside world?

Carlos didn't understand but didn't pursue the matter. His priority was to defeat Ling Feng. It seemed there was no way to negotiate, and getting them to voluntarily hand over the cave was even more impossible.

Carlos: "I am your leader. I will once again rule over everything here. Does anyone want to stop me?"

Lingfeng looked down from above

"You've already abandoned us, yet you still have the nerve to call yourself our leader? I will not abandon this grotto!"

It was just talk; he never intended to give up voluntarily. Carlos gave Arthur a wink; things had come to this point, and they had no choice but to resort to violence.