"But rest assured, I will do everything in my power to find that monster, and then deal with it — consider it compensation for the fact that I've claimed your beloved's body," Yue Xian said before vanishing.
Presumably, as she'd stated, she had gone to track down the Dark Hall's Master.
Yet watching Su Rou and Su Mei disappear right before his eyes filled Chu Feng's heart with a tangled mess of emotions.
"It seems Yue Xian isn't evil. Your beloved may be alright after all," the Elven King's voice suddenly came from behind. Chu Feng turned to see him standing not far away — it appeared he had overheard the entire conversation between Yue Xian and Chu Feng.
Chu Feng now gazed into the distance, where the massacre at the Dark Hall's stronghold was drawing to a close.
Whether it was the members of the Dark Hall, the ancient Fierce Beasts, or the elders and elites of the Heavenly Dao Palace and Human King Palace who had defected to the Dark Hall — nearly all of them had been cut down by the Alliance army.
The great battle was over, but Chu Feng's heart could not settle. If anything, the unease within him had only grown heavier.
He was certain he wasn't alone in this. Every member of the Alliance army must have felt the same, for they had all witnessed the terror of the Dark Hall's Master.
"Your Majesty, the Dark Hall's Master won't be easy to deal with. We need to prepare countermeasures," Chu Feng said.
"The Dark Hall's Master has likely been cultivating a demonic art, and that art seems connected to the ancient Fierce Beasts. He certainly won't be easy to handle. Young friend Chu Feng, if you have any ideas, by all means speak up," the Elven King replied.
"The demonic art the Dark Hall's Master cultivates isn't merely connected to the ancient Fierce Beasts — it's connected to every living being on the Martial Sacred Land," Chu Feng said.
"Young friend Chu Feng, what do you mean?" the Elven King asked.
"The Dark Hall's Master's fusion with the ancient Fierce Beasts is only the first step. What he plans to do next is far more terrifying — he intends to use all living beings to fuel his cultivation."
"He wants to refine every living entity on the Martial Sacred Land. He doesn't care about quality, only quantity, because in the cultivation of this demonic art, the number of living beings refined is the key." Chu Feng relayed to the Elven King everything that Xue Ji had told him.
"Young friend Chu Feng, is this true? Where did you learn of this?" the Elven King asked with a furrowed brow, realizing the gravity of the situation.
The catastrophe caused by the Magma Emperor ten thousand years ago had been horrifying enough, but if what Chu Feng said was true, then what lay ahead would be a true calamity beyond compare.
What are living beings? Not merely humans, not merely demon beasts, not merely ancient elves — but every single thing in this world, including flowers, trees, birds, and beasts.
Ten thousand years ago, the Magma Emperor had only sought to rule the Martial Sacred Land. But now, the Dark Hall's Master intended to erase every living thing upon it, turning the Martial Sacred Land into a true wasteland of death.
Compared to the emergence of the Magma Emperor, the appearance of the Dark Hall's Master was, without question, a true catastrophe.
"I won't hide it from you, Senior. That Xue Ji of the Dark Hall is the Asura World Spirit I once released within the Nangong Imperial Clan. She told me everything," Chu Feng said.
"She's your World Spirit? But after you released her, shouldn't she have become an evil spirit? Why is it that I can't sense even a trace of evil spirit energy from her?" The Elven King was visibly shocked by this revelation.
"I've been wondering the same thing. I know very little about this evil spirit, but she did save my life before. Even though I don't know what she truly wants and I know she's dangerous, what she told me doesn't feel like a lie," Chu Feng said.
"Then we must find a way to deal with this," the Elven King said, his brow deeply furrowed as he fell into deep thought.