Ye Feng stumbled and nearly fell.
He quickly transformed into a streak of light and chased after Horton in the direction he had fled.
Then came the sounds of two girls playfully bickering and laughing.
Horton did not escape far.
He piloted the bomber across the Xuelong River and reached the airspace over the sea not far away.
There he has his naval warrior legion and an aircraft carrier.
"Horton, you can't escape now."
Ye Feng flew on his sword, relentlessly pursuing them.
His black robes fluttered wildly in the wind, and he regained his previous coldness, his eyes as sharp as knives.
The terrifying spacetime rift behind them reappeared, churning the sun and moon, plunging the world into darkness.
Below, the surging Xuelong River roared angrily, seemingly the countless wronged souls of the dead cheering for Ye Feng.
Ye Feng could feel the intense anger and resentment coming from below.
Those were the remaining heroic souls of the Great Xia warriors who slept in the Xuelong River, seemingly accompanied by the howling north wind.
Previously, some of the heroes survived thanks to Horton's ruthless methods.
"Ye Feng, slay the powerful enemy and revitalize the Great Xia!"
"In order to hold off the powerful enemy, many comrades were killed and their souls were scattered, but they had no regrets."
"Although we die in a foreign land, we are willing to sink our bodies into the Xuelong River, and our souls will be forged into a Great Wall of Steel to protect the Great Xia, protect the people, and bring about a peaceful and prosperous world."
"Ye Feng, we will use the power of our remaining souls to conceal your aura, allowing you to temporarily escape the terrifying rift behind you, kill Horton, and avenge your fallen comrades!"
Rumble—
In the Xuelong River, the remaining wronged souls rose into the sky.
They coalesced together, transforming into a transparent suit of armor that adhered to Ye Feng's body, helping him conceal his aura.
The spacetime rift behind them disappeared quickly.
Although that spacetime rift was incredibly powerful.
But it is a double-edged sword.
It would be easy for Ye Feng to get involved again, like having a sharp sword hanging over his head.
I won't use this trump card unless absolutely necessary.
In addition, Ye Feng felt that his soul power had become several times stronger.
With a single thought, one could easily kill a peak Martial Saint or severely injure a Martial King.
Just think about it, a single thought can kill someone without them even realizing it.
How terrible that must be.
With the blessing of the martyrs, Ye Feng gained an air of tragic heroism. He rode on the Xuanyuan Sword and soared into the sky to pursue Horton.
"My heroes, I will lead you to avenge them!"
"To glorify the might of our Great Xia Kingdom!"
Ye Feng took out a large iron bow.
This was snatched from the younger brother of that bald, burly man.
It was made of some unknown material, yet it possessed immense power, and its surface was covered with densely packed runes.
He drew the great iron bow to its full extent, and spiritual energy transformed into a sharp arrow several meters long, which shot out suddenly, like a great sun with a long tail.
It shot in the direction Horton had fled.
Rumble—
The bomber that Horton was in exploded in mid-air, turning into a huge fireball.
The plane wreckage, trailing a long plume of black flame, crashed into the sea below...
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