The storm of reversal has already started at this moment, and then it will be a torrential rain waiting for them.

  Everyone is unaware that the Grim Reaper's scythe is swinging beside them, and may fall on their heads at any time, cutting off their skulls.

  While these people were frantically searching and recommending, while they were eager to find Wang Chen, Wang Chen was quietly cultivating in the mountain cave, recovering his true yuan power!

  Yuehuan absorbed four more soul bodies and fell into a deep sleep once again. The only sounds in the underground world were the rumbling of magma and the gentle flow of water, accompanied by an eerie darkness and dampness.

  A storm of violence will start from this side and spread outwards, a bloody massacre and struggle will begin from this side.

  A king, will also be growing up on this side, heading towards maturity, and embarking on his journey to the throne.

  It wasn't until dusk that Wang Chen finally opened his eyes from his meditation! Feeling the true yuan force within him, a hint of satisfaction appeared on the corner of his mouth.

  "The night is coming! The autumn nights are always beautiful, aren't they? The dark and windy weather is the perfect time for murder. A storm should arrive at night to cause the most damage!" Wang Chen stood still, muttering to himself with a hint of a bloodthirsty smile on his lips after stretching his body.

  The night fell gradually, dispelling the last ray of light, and the thorny mountain range suddenly became cold. The temperature difference between day and night was much greater than outside.

  A cool breeze blew by, bringing a hint of chill. The air seemed to be filled with a faint scent of blood.

  Nocturnal creatures of the night began to take their stages, roaming in the thorny mountains, with gleaming green eyes searching for their targets.

  The roar of the monster echoed back and forth, lingering in the entire thorny mountain range, adding a hint of eeriness and terror to the atmosphere! The most dangerous moment of the day has arrived for the Thorny Mountains.

  Hoo... Hoo...

  In the cave, Flame Moon seemed to have digested its energy and woke up, with blue-red eyes interweaving, revealing a hint of excitement and spirit. Then, in a flash, it quickly climbed onto Wang Chen's shoulder, having a unique fondness for this place.

  Looking at Yan Yue who was lazily lying on his shoulder, Wang Chen's mouth curled up into a smile. This period of time they spent together had made Yan Yue thoroughly become Wang Chen's best friend! Adding the connection of the soul contract, it brought out a subtle feeling between human and beast, making them seem even closer.

  Then, Wang Chen couldn't help but think of the incident where Flame Moon killed that 9th rank True Martial artist during the day and sized him up.

  At that time, Wang Chen did not see what was going on. Yan Yue being able to easily kill a 9th rank True Martial Artist was absolutely an unexpected thing.

  Although the 9th-tier True Martial Artist was injured by the Cyan Light Blast, it's absolutely impossible for an ordinary 2nd-tier Demon Beast to kill him, especially with such ease and without encountering any resistance.

  "Good heavens, this little guy is something else!" Ling Zhan exclaimed, gazing at Yan Yue with a mixture of shock and admiration.

  Unfortunately, he didn't notice Yan Yue at that time either. It wasn't until the true warrior was killed that he discovered it! Yan Yue's movements were silent and sudden, swift and fierce.

  "Hmm... you've made a profit this time, no loss!" Afterwards, Ling Zhan revealed a satisfied expression and muttered to himself. Looking at Yan Yue, his eyes gleamed with excitement, as if he had seen some great treasure.

  At this moment, Yan Yue is undoubtedly still in his juvenile phase. Can a juvenile-phase demon beast kill a 9th-stage True Martial artist? Can a juvenile-phase demon beast have strength comparable to that of a 2nd-stage demon beast?

  This is absolutely unimaginable! Only those high-ranking demon beasts can do it! High-ranking demon beasts are born with strength that surpasses ordinary demon beasts, and some high-ranking demon beasts are born with strength that is no weaker than third-tier demon beasts! Their adult strength reaches the Great Perfection.

  The strength displayed by Yan Yue is obviously not comparable to that of ordinary third or fourth tier demon beasts! Ling Zhan dares to confirm that Yan Yue is at least a fifth tier demon beast or higher!

  "Hmm!" Wang Chen nodded slightly, stroking the lazy Flame Moon, and sighed.

  Who would have thought that after an accident, they could meet such a strange and mysterious creature? This might be fate, or perhaps it was the heavens' arrangement, or maybe it was just Wang Chen's opportunity.

  "Alright, this little guy is still in its youth, let it grow slowly! What do you plan to do now?" Ling Zhan asked Wang Chen after a moment of contemplation.

  "Night raid!" Wang Chen's reply was simple, and then he told Ling Zhan his idea.

  Taking advantage of the darkness of night and the danger of the thorny mountain range, Wang Chen had an absolute advantage that no enemy had. That was Ling Zhan!

  Under Lingzhan's guidance, Wang Chen was able to dodge the nocturnal monsters and avoid danger, using the cover of night to launch a sneak attack. The dangers of the thorny mountain range at night seemed not to be a big problem for Wang Chen with Lingzhan's guidance.

  Kill one count as one, kill two count as two! Gradually deplete the opponent's strength!

  At this moment, Wang Chen has already sent out a death signal, issued a death warrant. After the opening of the counterattack in the daytime, at night, it is the season for the arrival of the storm!

  The scythe of death has been unsheathed, gleaming with icy chill. The horn of death has sounded, mournful and grand. The requiem of death has begun, waiting to be written.

  "Hmm, that's not bad, maybe it can be done. And perhaps this little guy Yan Yue can help out a bit!" Ling Zhan said in a low voice after a moment of contemplation.

  "Yan Yue?" Looking at Yan Yue beside him, Wang Chen nodded slightly. The strength that Yan Yue showed during the day was indeed unexpected, and it also allowed Wang Chen to see some of Yan Yue's true abilities.

  Under such a night sky, it can indeed play a significant role! With its help, things will go more smoothly! It shouldn't be difficult for Yan Yue to solve the problem of a true martial artist.

  All plans were complete, Wang Chen took the Chi Yan giant sword and Yan Yue, under Ling Zhan's guidance, left the cave and entered the dark thorny mountain range.

  In the woods, a strange beast let out a long howl, its roar echoing from time to time. The cool breeze blew by, and the rustling of leaves was endless in my ears.

  Wang Chen's figure was light and agile, like a ghost flashing quickly through the forest.

  About twenty minutes later, Wang Chen found the first target!

  Lurking in the darkness, gazing at the bonfire ahead, Wang Chen's mouth curled into a cold smile.

  "Six people! Within a radius of one thousand meters, there are three more groups, two six-person groups and one three-person group! The two closest groups to us have six and three people respectively, including that mid-tier Spiritual Warrior." Ling Zhan analyzed the current situation in a low voice to Wang Chen.

  "Six people?" Upon hearing this, Wang Chen paused slightly, and then revealed a hint of amusement.

  These guys seem to have been scared off during the day, so they changed their search formation! There are still three small groups within a kilometer? The closest one is still about 550 meters away. Judging from the situation in the thorny mountain range at night, the movements here will definitely be discovered later than during the day, and their actions must not be as swift as during the day. Under such circumstances, the time left for Wang Chen should be around two minutes! Or even a little more.

  Even if there were mid-tier Spiritual Warriors, what could they do? They would rush over only to find that Wang Chen had already left. With his current speed, Wang Chen wasn't afraid of being pursued by mid-tier Spiritual Warriors! Only that one Venerable Warrior made him somewhat apprehensive.

  "What kind of strength do these people have?" Wang Chen took a deep breath and continued to ask.

  "Five true warriors and one spiritual warrior, not very strong! After you activate the Eight Gates of Transcendence, you should have a good chance. This little guy Flame Moon can help you take care of one! Ling Zhan continued to analyze, then seemed to think of something and revealed a serious expression: "You little brat, don't use Qing Guang Bao! Directly launch a sneak attack, kill one by one, I'll give you one and a half minutes, leave this place before their companions arrive!"

  The azure light bomb is undoubtedly unsuitable for use at this time, the thunderous sound is enough to attract everyone's attention, and will also attract the attention of those pack-dwelling demonic beasts.

  It's being targeted by these demonic beasts that is truly perilous.

  "Good!" Wang Chen replied in a low voice.

  Wang Chen took a deep breath and quietly crept towards the enemy's campsite about 70 or 80 meters away.

  He had rubbed a special liquid on his body, or the hunting dog would have detected his scent.

  As expected, the hunting dog did not notice Wang Chen's arrival at all. Standing on one side, vigilantly paying attention to the surrounding situation, but had no reaction to Wang Chen's approach.

  After the bonfire is a small tent, the simplest tent, a place to hold one's body supported by some branches and leaves, the most basic way for adventurers to survive.

  Inside the small tent, one or two voices could still be heard talking. Outside the tent, there were also two adventurers keeping watch at night.

  In the thorny mountain range, it's not safe to spend the night in a place like this without someone keeping watch.

  Wang Chen hid on a big tree fifty meters away, motionless like a gecko.

  Wait, he has to wait, wait for the best time to make his move! Of course, this best time is after those people fall asleep.

  It wasn't until a whole hour had passed that the area in front of him finally calmed down completely. During this time, Wang Chen reapplied the liquid twice to prevent any leakage of his aura.

  At this moment, there was no sound in the tent, only snoring sounds! Outside the tent, two night watchmen and hunting dogs were vigilantly watching around.

  The time has come, and facing the Night Watch is an inevitable thing.

  At this thought, a cold glint flashed in Wang Chen's eyes! The horn of death began to sound! The breath of death began to spread.

  Zhenyuan's power suddenly burst through the gates of Meng and Xiū, instantly increasing his strength by 1.5 times. His body slightly arched, like a hunting leopard, ready to strike at any moment.

  The flames on Wang Chen's shoulders, in this moment his lazy spirit completely disappeared! Replaced by excitement and agitation, as if he knew a delicious meal was about to arrive, suddenly eager to try.

  Wang Chen's body slowly moved closer, approaching that tent.

  When the distance from each other was only twenty meters, Wang Chen's eyes burst with murderous intent, and his body suddenly sprang up. At this time, continuing to approach would only lead to being discovered, so a direct attack was the best method.

  At the moment when Wang Chen's body suddenly burst out, the Twelve Layers of Tsang Lung Slash was unleashed.

  Under the impetus of the true yuan force, the sword energy was like a shocking rainbow, stirring up a thunderous sound, carrying a sky-covering and earth-shaking sword shadow, rushing towards one of the true martial artists.

  At the same time, on Wang Chen's shoulder, Yan Yue let out a low growl, and the strange blue-red light in his eyes flashed rapidly, suddenly jumping off Wang Chen's shoulder and pouncing towards another True Martial Artist.

  The tail's blood-red crescent moon, cold light flashing, revealing a bloodthirsty chill, as if it were the scythe of the god of death.

  At this moment, the requiem of death has begun to be written, and the stirring melody of death is sung loudly on this side.