He was dressed in simple black clothes, his hair was messy and hanging down his forehead, and his face was deliberately covered with a thin layer of dust, making him look very disheveled.
Not only that, even his eyes had become dull and lifeless, as if he had experienced countless vicissitudes and hardships.
This appearance was completely different from his original appearance. Even those who knew him very well would probably not be able to connect the dark-skinned, thin young man in front of them with the former Chen Feng.
As night falls and the city lights come on, the hustle and bustle of the city is gradually replaced by the tranquility of the night.
Chen Feng, dressed in a black trench coat, hurried into a bar tucked away on a street corner. In the dim light, shadowy figures moved about, and the sounds of music and clinking glasses mingled together.
In a corner of the bar, Chen Feng finally met Liu Yuan, who had been waiting there.
The two exchanged a glance and nodded knowingly. Then, Liu Yuan calmly handed a piece of intelligence he was clutching to Chen Feng.
Using the dim light, Chen Feng quickly browsed through the intelligence report.
The document contained detailed information about the various heretical cult organizations in Yunzhou, including their organizational structure, personnel composition, and the specific locations of some important strongholds.
This intelligence was undoubtedly invaluable to Chen Feng. With it, he could more effectively strike at the evil forces hiding in the shadows.
In the latter half of the night, relying on that precious intelligence, Chen Feng moved out quietly like a ghost in the night.
Following the locations marked in the intelligence report, he began to systematically eliminate the strongholds of those cultists.
Wherever he went, Chen Feng showed no mercy. When facing enemies in the strongholds, whether they were ordinary people or martial artists with skills, as long as they were loyal followers of the evil god cult, Chen Feng would never show any mercy.
Where the sword flashed, blood splattered; where the fist whistled, the enemy fell to the ground.
That night, Chen Feng transformed into a ruthless killing machine, his figure moving between strongholds, leaving behind only corpses scattered on the ground and the lingering stench of blood in the air.
Overnight, he killed hundreds of cultists, dealing a heavy blow to those once arrogant and domineering cultist organizations.
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