Relying on the masks Chu Feng had crafted — masks capable of tracking the aura of those from the Dark Hall — the Ancient Elves launched a full-scale counterattack.
The camps the Dark Hall had stationed outside the Ancient Elves' various territories were overrun one after another. Those that hadn't fallen yet hastily retreated.
In the blink of an eye, the people of the Dark Hall vanished without a trace, not daring to show themselves.
Yet the Ancient Elves did not cease their assault. After turning the tide, they set their sights on the Heavenly Dao Palace and the Human King Palace.
It was true that the Ancient Elves had promised Qingxuantian not to destroy the Heavenly Dao Palace and the Human King Palace. However, now that both factions had allied with the Dark Hall, even if they wouldn't be wiped out entirely, they still had to be dealt a blow.
But when the Ancient Elves' army arrived at the Heavenly Dao Palace and the Human King Palace, they discovered that all of the true elites and experts from both factions had already departed.
Only a group of clueless elders and disciples remained.
The Heavenly Dao Palace and the Human King Palace had essentially become empty shells, and the Ancient Elves naturally had no desire to lay hands on those innocent people. The matter had to be dropped.
Still, to prevent the forces allied with them from suffering, the Ancient Elves began providing military support to the Four Great Imperial Clans and the Monster Flood Dragon King Clan — all except the Hell's Domain — to shield them from Dark Hall attacks.
However, after being defeated, the Dark Hall acted surprisingly docile, staying hidden for an extended period.
This led everyone to believe that the Dark Hall had grown afraid. For the Ancient Elves, it reignited their sense of being unparalleled and invincible across the land.
But Chu Feng dared not let his guard down. He felt that the Dark Hall had yet to exert its full strength. Destroying a few camps, slaying some Fierce Beasts, and eliminating a small number of Dark Hall operatives — that alone was far from enough to cripple the Dark Hall's foundation.
Right now…
Tens of millions of miles away from the border of the Elven Kingdom, a figure lay collapsed weakly on the ground. He was a Martial Emperor cultivator, and not a weak one at that — a third-rank Martial Emperor.
Yet at this moment his injuries were grievous beyond measure. His black robe and the mask on his face, however, gave away his identity: he was a member of the Dark Hall.
Beside this Dark Hall member stood two people.
One sat cross-legged on the ground, eyes closed, resting in meditation.
The other crouched before the Dark Hall member, doing something to him.
Those two were none other than Chu Feng and the Snow-Haired Immortal.
Chu Feng had always believed that the Dark Hall would not let things go, so he had continued using the masks to hunt them down. Today, he had finally tracked one down.
After capturing this man, however, Chu Feng had not laid a finger on him, instead handing him over to the Snow-Haired Immortal to deal with as she saw fit.
As for Chu Feng himself, though his body sat cross-legged on the ground, his mind was inside the Spirit Hall.
Within the Spirit Hall, Chu Feng likewise sat cross-legged, but before him sat Eggie.
"My Queen, when will you wake up? Though this war against the Dark Hall currently seems to be going in our favor, I can't shake the feeling that it's not so simple."
"If you were here, you could help me analyze the situation, give me some ideas." These words were filled not only with Chu Feng's longing for Eggie, but also with an undercurrent of unease.
This war — they had to win. If they lost, it would mean absolute catastrophe for the Martial Continent.
And because the Master of the Dark Hall was very likely a clansman of Chu Feng, he felt the weight of responsibility pressing down on him all the more. The mental burden he carried now was immense.
It even surpassed that of the Elven King.