Merging with Demon Spirits

The King Plan is evidently more eye-catching than the Glory League.

Recently, former professional players who had retired and disappeared from the public eye have reemerged, becoming darlings of the media once again, with even greater popularity.

Major clubs have already begun promoting these former professional players, with some even attending commercial events.

On the Martial Artist forum, there is an abundance of discussions about who is stronger, who is weaker, and who is more likely to become a King.

The Professional Alliance, once doubted and stagnant, has started to rejuvenate.

People resumed their normal work and leisure activities, shops operated regularly, and order was restored—everything seemed to return to its original state.

Hotel room.

The days of reunion were always short. A week later, Lin Feng had packed up and was ready to set out.

The other members of the Avengers Alliance also bid farewell to their families.

"Take good care of yourself, don’t push too hard!"

Lin Fang tidied Lin Feng’s collar, her eyes slightly reddened.

If possible, she hoped Lin Feng could stay in Shangjing, with the family together—not needing wealth, just peace and safety.

Though she had many worries and reluctance, she knew her son had grown up and had his future and goals, and she couldn’t hinder his development.

"Yes, I know."

His mother’s reddened eyes made Lin Feng feel the sadness of parting.

He also wished to have his family with him, but of the Twelve Base Cities, Shangjing was the safest.

Though the Space Gate was closed, the crisis was not over.

With their upcoming plan, the Avengers Alliance would increasingly grow stronger and more noticeable, and the chance of his family facing danger would increase.

For the safety of the family, staying here was the best choice.

In this week, Lin Feng had arranged everything for his residence and Lele’s school.

"Brother, you promised to pick me up from school but never did!"

Ma Lele, her eyes already red from crying, held Lin Feng’s hand tightly, unwilling to let go.

"Don’t cry, don’t cry!"

The Little Elf Duck Egg gently kissed Ma Lele’s eyes and comforted her tenderly.

Over the week, she had become the darling of Lin Feng’s family, pampered beyond belief, almost like a little emperor.

Now facing departure, she too felt sorrowful, her eyes welling with tears, reluctant to leave.

But she had to follow Lin Feng because only Lin Feng possessed the Essence of Life.

If possible, she wished to return to her homeland, too.

"Next time I’m back, I’ll pick you up from school."

Lin Feng pinched his sister’s chubby cheek, smiling as he wiped the tearstains from her face.

No matter how hard it is to part, parting will inevitably come.

Half an hour later, under the reluctant gaze of his family, Lin Feng left the room with the Little Elf, as Yun Kai and others appeared outside, following closely.

The group set out together, drawing quite a bit of attention.

"Are you leaving?"

Seeing them with weapons, some even with backpacks, the people in the hotel lobby speculated.

"Lin Feng, are you leaving?"

Even when someone greeted them, Lin Feng merely nodded, and no one stopped, quickly leaving the hotel.

A business car was already parked at the hotel entrance, and the group swiftly got in. Zhan Tianyu and Yang Ningbing were already inside, with Zhan Tianyu driving.

As Lin Feng’s group appeared and quickly boarded the car, outside the hotel, many shadows lurking in the dark were energized, immediately pulling out their phones.

"Lin Feng’s team is on the move!"

"They are carrying weapons and luggage!"

"They are driving themselves, destination unknown!"

One message after another spread, mobilizing many people and forces in secret.

On the third day after the Space Gate closed, the average bounty on Lin Feng’s team had tripled.

Ye Xing’s bounty was 40 billion.

Yun Tianqi’s bounty was 35 billion.

Yun Kai, Ye Qiu, and Zhan Tianyu’s bounties were each 30 billion.

Yang Ningbing and Huang Tianze’s bounties were each 25 billion.

Yu Qiao’s bounty was 20 billion.

Yue Mingming, Chen Tianming, and Dong Yunan each had a bounty of 10 billion.

He Jun’s bounty was the lowest, yet still 5 billion.

No one really understood He Jun; her abilities were unknown, her strength was not great, but being in Lin Feng’s team proved her exceptional nature.

It was perhaps known that Bu Zheng’s days were numbered, hence he had no bounty.

Lin Feng, on the other hand, had a bounty of 150 billion, half again what it was before—higher than that of an Emperor. A common Martial Emperor had a bounty of just a hundred billion.

An average King had bounties of several billion to tens of billions.

Killing Lin Feng alone was equivalent to killing over a dozen Kings, so how could it not be tempting?

Such a high bounty showed just how much the Alien Race hated Lin Feng’s team.

In just two short years, over three thousand aliens died at the hands of Lin Feng’s team, not just alien prodigies but even over twenty Kings. If they knew Lin Feng had closed the Space Gate, they would be even more crazed.

These days, Lin Feng had stayed at the hotel, and there was no news released when he returned to Guanglin.

Such a high bounty was very enticing, and with targets of a group of geniuses not yet grown, it would cause many to lose reason—not just killers, or as simple as the "New World."

Lin Feng never overestimated human decency, especially in this special era.

In the business car.

"I wonder how many fish we’ll catch this time!" Yang Ningbing sat in a front seat, looking at the figures outside the window and remarked coldly.

Though they had just left, she already felt a foreboding storm.

"Should be many, whoever we can kill, we’ll kill." Lin Feng said faintly, but his eyes glinted with a cold killing intent.

"Yue Mingming, step on it!"

"Okay!" Yue Mingming replied promptly, increasing the speed again.

Half an hour later, the business car stopped outside a garrisoned area with soldiers patrolling.

This was the Eight-Star level Space Gate, known as Maple Forest.

The group alighted, and at this time, many figures were already entering and exiting the garrison after soldier identity checks.

Among these people were some adventurers and volunteers.

With the fusion of the Land of Chaos, a large number of Kings and prodigies converged in Shangjing, and now that the Space Gate was closed, these volunteers had no reason to stay and were heading home.

Previously, due to frequent transmissions, the energy of the Guardian Divine Artifact Jupiter in Shangjing was overly consumed, and its transmission function couldn’t be used for a short time. Therefore, people were leaving via various Space Gates each day.

The sudden appearance of Lin Feng’s team caused quite a stir, attracting many curious glances.

Among them were a youth with a scar and a bald brute.

Having received news when Lin Feng left the hotel, they preemptively arrived here based on the route to observe.

"They’re really leaving!" said the scarred youth.

The bald brute laughed, "An Eight-Star level Space Gate, aren’t those geniuses a bit too brave?"

"With Bu Yuanlong plus Ye Xing and Yun Tianqi around, ordinary folks wouldn’t dare make a move."

The scarred youth commented.

Lin Feng, along with Yu Qiao, were only of the Sixth Grade, while Yun Kai and Ye Qiu were just Fifth Grade, some not even reaching Fifth Grade. The strongest were the three with Bu Zheng but even with three as guardians, going through an Eight-Star Space Gate was hazardous.

Danger arose not only from the Demon Beasts and Alien Race within the Space Gate but also from assassins.

"Obviously only fools dare to make a move!"

The bald brute watched Lin Feng disappear into the garrison, then asked slowly, "What about us? Make a move now? Or wait until after participating in the King Plan?"

As Apostle candidates, a step from becoming a King, they wouldn’t miss this rare opportunity, planning to win a slot through "Might is Right" due to their lack of popularity.

The scarred youth remained silent for a long time, hesitant to respond.

Entering an Eight-Star Space Gate, the danger within was not unknown to Lin Feng and others, especially with such high bounties on each of them.

It could be said that killing any member of Lin Feng’s team would make one rich overnight, let alone killing Lin Feng himself—150 billion is likely more than an Emperor possesses.

Such wealth is a lethal lure for all killers, even to some strong individuals.

Despite this, Lin Feng and the others still proceeded fearlessly, without hiring protection, which was too abnormal.

They could have waited a few months for the Guardian Divine Artifact transmission function to restore, without needing to hastily risk their lives spacing.

Moreover, why were Yang Ningbing, Zhan Tianyu, and Huang Tianze accompanying Lin Feng? What was their objective?

"First watch, there might be insiders providing cover; don’t act hastily!"

Eventually, the scarred youth was reluctant to abandon this rare opportunity.

The King Plan was definitely a must, but if they could eliminate Lin Feng before participating, it would undoubtedly be ideal, also benefiting the King Plan participation.

Faced with the colossal bounty and an opportunity like this, some people’s desires began to stir, culminating in action.

Continuously, individuals infiltrated Maple Forest through various means, or awaited along routes to Guanglin, ready for prey to arrive!