The night was filled with the sound of cicadas in the forest.

Alan leaned against the tree trunk, sinking into a deep sleep.

Qin Tian stood not far away, turned his head slightly, and said in a low voice:

"Kazik, keep an eye on him."

Buzz~

A faint sound came from the shadows.

Whoosh~~

Qin Tian slipped into the shadows and soon arrived at a temporary frontline residence area.

Upon his arrival, a crow suddenly scattered, transforming into a cloud of black mist that surged into Qin Tian's body.

Standing in the shadows, Qin Tian looked around; mercenaries were sleeping on carpets, without any cover. Fortunately, the area was sprinkled with mosquito repellent, ensuring they wouldn't be disturbed by insects.

A large tree had one of its branches leveled to host a tent. Inside, shadows flickered.

"Boss, I'm afraid Old Lei has met with misfortune."

The Huoshan Mercenary Corps' vice captain Ji Liang spoke in a deep tone, "I had someone search around the Purple Wisteria Spirit Tree, and in one area, Old Lei's trail abruptly vanished, as if he evaporated. I suspect that even if he isn't dead, he was certainly taken away by the Dark Elves."

Facing Ji Liang, the captain Huo Lianshan frowned slightly and asked, "Are you sure the others were killed by the Dark Elves?"

"We can be sure of that!"

Ji Liang nodded and said, "Several people saw them killed by the Dark Elves and Black Beasts with their own eyes. No one else was involved."

Hearing this, Huo Lianshan's expression turned somewhat gloomy:

"Why did Lei Zhen take people there; he was supposed to guard the line, wasn't he?"

Ji Liang explained, "I found out. The reason was that Lei Zhen and his team wounded a Tier Five Dark Druid, but it fled and was ultimately killed by two members of the 18th squad. When Lei Zhen arrived, there happened to be elves requesting them to protect the Purple Wisteria Spirit Tree."

"So, you mean these two people got Lei Zhen killed?" Huo Lianshan's voice turned cold.

"One could see it that way."

Ji Liang paused, then said, "However, boss, one of them, a guy named Qin Tian, is tough. He is a sniper, wielding a Rune Sniper Rifle of tremendous power. It's said that today alone, he headshotted at least a dozen Tier Four Dark Elves and Black Beasts."

"A Rune Sniper Rifle."

Huo Lianshan furrowed his brow.

"Boss, should I take care of these two?" Ji Liang asked.

Huo Lianshan thought for a moment and said, "Forget it. We are approaching the critical moment, it's best not to invite trouble now."

"I was thinking the same."

Ji Liang nodded and added, "What about the Hurricane Mercenary Corps and Sirius Mercenary Corps? If not eliminated, I fear they will become our stumbling block."

"Don't worry, I have already made arrangements for that."

Huo Lianshan chuckled coldly, "Mo Bufan is too cautious, hard to deal with, but Feng Mochuan is different. There are flaws everywhere around him. The plan is already in motion; he won't survive the night."

What?

Listening with heightened hearing from afar, Qin Tian furrowed his brow.

He had quite a favorable view of the carefree and bold mercenary corps leader, but according to Huo Lianshan, it seemed the Hurricane Mercenary Corps was in for big trouble tonight.

Buzz~~

His smart wristband vibrated slightly, and when Qin Tian checked, it was an SOS from Li Qi.

"Master, save me!"

......

Feng Mochuan, with a bloodstained longsword, was on one knee, a metallic taste surging in his throat like a tide.

"Captain!"

Behind, members of the Hurricane Mercenary Corps wore faces of grief and anger.

"Don't look back, run!"

Feng Mochuan shouted loudly, and with that, he couldn't hold back anymore, a mouthful of black blood spurted from his mouth.

"Captain!"

"Go, hurry!!!" Feng Mochuan bellowed, his voice deafening.

The members, eyes red, dug their nails deeply into their palms, but seeing that desolate and resolute figure, they gritted their teeth and dashed into the forest.

Rustle

Dead leaves were trampled, with dozens of eerie green eyes lighting up in the darkness, drawing closer step by step.

The leading Dark Elf approached with a sinister smile, dark purple poison dripping from his sword, raising wisps of green smoke upon the fallen leaves.

Feng Mochuan glanced at the poison dripping from the blade, a flicker of anger and sorrow in his eyes.

The poison within him wasn't from the sword blade's prick, but someone had poisoned him before the battle.

The irony was painful; the one who poisoned him was an old teammate he had trusted implicitly.

Feng Mochuan couldn't fathom when and how the Dark Elves had turned his subordinate.

But now, talking about it was futile.

The poison was too deep, with no hope of survival. The only thing he could do now was buy time for his brothers.

"I'll handle this one, you guys chase the others!"

The Dark Elf commanded, waving his hand.

"Yes!"

The other Dark Elves nodded and immediately scattered to pursue the other members of the Hurricane Mercenary Corps.

Seeing this, Feng Mochuan widened his eyes with anger, bit his tongue fiercely, and sprayed the hot essence blood onto the sword. Instantly, a three-foot green glow surged from the blade.

The air around him started to warp, as the raging wind swept up rocks and dry branches, spinning wildly, forming several wind blades by his side. These blades were so sharp that they seemed to tear fine cracks in the space they passed through.

He swung his sword fiercely, and the entire mountain was instantly engulfed in a blue hurricane.

The fierce Wind Martial Technique roared forward like a cyan dragon, and the Dark Elves shrieked as their bodies were shredded by the blades, disintegrating into a bloody rainfall.

Even the hardest of rocks were ground to dust by the force of the wind.

The tempest rampaged, uprooting trees and spiraling them in the air, as if manipulated by an invisible giant hand.

Feng Mochuan's clothing flapped chaotically in the whirlwind, and his hair danced frantically. His face grew increasingly pale, and black blood spilled from the corners of his mouth continuously. Yet, a fiery determination burned in his eyes as he poured all his remaining strength into this devastating Wind Martial Technique.

The Dark Elf was obviously surprised that Feng Mochuan, poisoned so deeply, could still unleash such a powerful strike. Enraged by his subordinates' screams, the Elf erupted with evil energy, transforming into a shadow and charging at Feng Mochuan.

At that moment, Feng Mochuan's vision began to blur, a sense of weakness nearly causing him to lose his grip on the longsword. Watching the rapidly approaching shadow, he smiled tragically and closed his eyes.

"Brothers, I've given my best, now it's up to you."

Bang!

Just as Feng Mochuan's consciousness was about to fade, a familiar explosive sound reached his ears.

It's a sound he had heard dozens of times that morning.

Bang~ Bang~ Bang~

The sound echoed continuously, like rhythmic drumbeats.

At this moment, a sense of relief washed over Feng Mochuan's face.

He came.

I can leave in peace now.

Bang~

With the final sound, the Dark Elves were utterly annihilated.

Qin Tian stepped out from the shadows, stood by Feng Mochuan's side, and quickly began treatment.

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