Chapter 35

Huhuhu!

Huhuhu!

On the vast and desolate land, the cold wind howled, and the cold was unbearable.

In the sky, large snowflakes like goose feathers began to fall, quickly turning the entire land into a silver-white expanse.

Yefeng walked from a distance, his body's qi and blood like a furnace, naturally feeling no cold.

Along the way, as he got closer to the Demon City, he saw countless ruined villages and small towns, where the human inhabitants had all been slaughtered, blood covering the ground, the scenes were extremely tragic and heart-wrenching.

At this moment, Yefeng finally understood why the Great Yan Imperial Family and the sects were so eager to eliminate the Blood Demon Sect.

On this day, Yefeng finally crossed mountains and rivers, enduring countless dangers, and arrived in the area of the Demon City.

In the distance, a majestic ancient city stood on the land, towering several kilometers high, like a black mountain, giving a deep sense of suffocation and awe.

Yefeng cautiously moved in that direction.

On the way, he passed through a small town hidden in a mountain range, which had not been discovered by the demons of the Blood Demon Sect, and the residents were still living well.

Yefeng entered the small town, planning to rest for a night before going to the Demon City to seek opportunities and fortune.

He thought about whether he could take advantage of the chaos, disrupt the awakening of the Demon Lord, and hopefully obtain some good treasures.

When Yefeng entered the small town, he saw many powerful figures in armor and experts from sects resting in the town.

These people seemed to have come from outside, passing through this hidden small town, resting here before heading to the Demon City.

When Yefeng walked in, the residents of the small town looked at him with reverence.

Those who could cross the dangerous and desolate lands to reach the small town were definitely strong, and no one underestimated him just because he looked like a young man.

But there were always some people who would

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misjudge, a group of fierce-looking wandering mercenaries approached Yefeng.

These mercenaries all had the aura of Lingwu Realm cultivators.

The leader, a tall mercenary, was a powerful figure who had one foot in the Tianwu Realm.

These mercenaries had no intention of eliminating demons and protecting the righteous; they just stayed in the small town, extorting the passing weak martial artists.

Through this method, in just half a month, they had accumulated a huge fortune.

This time, these mercenaries saw that Yefeng was not very old and was alone.

They thought he was just a weak young wandering cultivator with no background and low strength, so Yefeng became their target.

Many people around saw this and turned away; these mercenaries were not particularly strong or weak, and no one wanted to meddle in such a dangerous place.

"Boy, since you see us coming, hurry up and hand over all the treasures in your storage ring."

The tall mercenary leader spoke, deliberately touching the large knife in his hand, the blade stained with blood, intimidating.

Yefeng glanced at him, drew his sword, and immediately struck. The sword flashed, and then he sheathed it.

The entire process took only a moment.

But at that moment, a bloodstain appeared on the throat of the tall mercenary leader.

"You... "

He clutched his throat, but blood continued to gush out.

Boom!

The tall mercenary leader fell to the ground, his throat cut by Yefeng's sword.

"What?!"

This scene completely stunned the surrounding people.

They thought the white-clothed young man would be robbed, but the result was that he killed the leader of the mercenaries with one sword.

After all, that was a half-step Tianwu Realm strong figure.

Just like that, he was killed with one sword?

At this moment, the surrounding people were all shocked and no longer dared to underestimate Yefeng.

"Please spare my life!!"

The remaining wandering mercenaries were trembling, kneeling before Yefeng, begging for mercy.

Yefeng didn't even look at them, just said coldly, "Hand over all your wealth, and you can go."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The mercenaries were terrified, scrambling to hand over their storage rings.

One of the mercenaries even took off his tattered armor to offer to Yefeng, but Yefeng slapped him away, and he ran off with a bruised face.

A moment later, Yefeng had over ten storage rings in his hand. After probing them with his divine sense, he found that they contained many spirit stones and glowing weapons.

It seemed that these mercenaries had been squatting here for many days, robbing many people.

Actually, the overall strength of these mercenaries was not weak; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to dominate the small town for so many days.

It could only be said that after returning from the Great Wasteland, Yefeng's strength had become much stronger than before.

A month ago, if Yefeng faced a half-step Tianwu Realm strong figure, he would definitely choose to avoid it immediately.

But now, he killed one with one sword, like slaughtering pigs or dogs.

Yefeng put on the over ten storage rings, declaring his spoils of war,

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which looked quite flashy.

The surrounding people saw this and couldn't help but twitch their mouths.

"This white-clothed young man has a strong personality."

Many people looked at the over ten storage rings on Yefeng's hands and said this.

Actually, Yefeng wasn't showing off; he was preparing for the Demon City.

The Demon City was the stronghold of the Blood Demon Sect and the place where the Demon Lord was sleeping.

The ancient and vast Demon City must be hiding a lot of wealth, and Yefeng was afraid that when he took advantage of the chaos, he wouldn't have enough storage space to carry the wealth.

Fortunately, these mercenaries had given him over ten storage rings, which would definitely be enough storage space.

Thinking this, Yefeng, satisfied, walked towards a tavern in the small town.

The cold wind howled, and winter had arrived. Yefeng was preparing to eat something.

After enduring countless hardships in the Great Wasteland, Yefeng naturally looked forward to the delicious food in the tavern.

Under the cold wind and heavy snow, night fell, and Yefeng had a hearty meal in the tavern in the town.

However, before Yefeng could leave the tavern, several young men and women in fine silk and brocade entered from outside.

Their eyes were fixed on Yefeng, specifically on the over ten storage rings on his fingers.

Yefeng pretended not to see and continued to drink the hot wine in his cup.

The few young people who seemed to have noble status couldn't bear it anymore.

One of them, a young man in green, stepped up to Yefeng, his tone carrying a hint of nobility, and said, "Friend, the storage rings you took from those wandering mercenaries today, four of them actually belong to us. I think you should return those storage rings to their rightful owners now."