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Chapter 667 - 287: Welcome to Hell!!!

Standing at the edge of a large crater, Lu Jiuyuan analyzed, "They fled immediately after succeeding. With such heavy snow, in seven to eight hours, it’s enough for them to retreat dozens of kilometers and lie low again. It’s almost impossible to wait here for them to come back or to track the tiny traces they’ve left."

Chu Kuanglan spat out a mouthful of spit mixed with ice, grumbling in a low voice, "Damn, these beasts are really slippery! Qingzi, what should we do next? Should we expand the search range around here, or..."

Everyone’s eyes turned to Fang Qingyu, who stood in the center of the chaotic battlefield.

Fang Qingyu didn’t respond immediately.

He slightly closed his eyes, as if he were sensing something.

The perception of the Eternal Night Territory was like invisible tentacles, silently merging into the wild snowy environment, filtering through the chaotic information.

A few seconds later, Fang Qingyu slowly opened his eyes.

Instead of looking towards the depths of the Ice Ridge where the Ice-toothed Beast might be hiding, he slowly turned around, his gaze piercing through the layers of snow and wind, towards the vast and boundless ice plain from where they came.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a slight smile.

"Let’s net them first."

Fang Qingyu’s voice was calm and steady, yet carried an undeniable finality, "Deal with those fools first, then focus on the task."

"Fools?!"

Wei Banmeng and the others were taken aback by the words and instinctively turned around to look in the direction Fang Qingyu was gazing.

All they saw was endless snow and undulating ice hills.

There was nothing in their sight but the howling wind and snow.

But no one doubted Fang Qingyu’s judgment.

...

About three kilometers away from Fang Qingyu’s team.

In a wind and snow blind spot covered by massive ice hills.

Over a dozen figures were silently moving swiftly.

They were shrouded in deep gray cloaks, blending into the snowy winds like gray shadows.

The leader clutched a hand-sized, precise locator in his hand.

A glaring red dot on the screen was stationed not far ahead, no longer moving.

"Stop!"

Ji Wuying raised his hand, making a gesture for the group to halt.

The team stopped instantly, their actions perfectly coordinated, displaying high discipline.

He looked down at the locator, his voice coming through the mask with a hint of suppressed excitement, "The red dot’s stopped. They’re right ahead, either they’ve found the traces of the Shadow Erosion Ice-toothed Beasts or they’ve already engaged."

"Prepare to act, remember the main objective."

"Capture them alive and find out the whereabouts of the ’goods’! Act fast, end the fight before they finish their battle or send out a distress signal!"

"Yes!"

The deep and synchronized replies echoed through the snowstorm.

To them, Fang Qingyu’s team was currently entangled in a fierce battle with the troublesome Shadow Erosion Ice-toothed Beasts.

This was the best time for them to strike from behind and deliver a fatal blow.

However, just when they were about to launch and pounce towards the locator’s red dot like arrows from a bow...

Buzz!!!

An invisible wave, without any warning, swept through the area.

Time seemed to forcibly freeze at that moment.

The furious, all-encompassing snowflakes suddenly vanished.

Not that the snow stopped, but as if it was completely isolated by an invisible, absolutely silent barrier from outside.

In front, there was still the icy world, the ice hills and frozen ground still existed, but the howling wind, the "poof poof" of snow...

All external sounds were stripped away entirely.

Everyone was enveloped in a heart-pounding deathly silence.

"Force Field?!"

A man in a black robe exclaimed.

His voice was exceptionally jarring and abrupt in the absolute silence.

Amidst the astonishment, a calm and steady voice sounded.

"Are you here for me?"

The moment the voice arose, all the black-robed men turned towards it sharply.

Not far ahead, the dense darkness slowly parted like a curtain.

A tall figure stepped out, one step at a time.

The newcomer was dressed in a dark blue Garrison Army’s polar combat suit, standing straight like a pine tree.

Black flames were swirling around him.

It was Fang Qingyu.

"Fang Qingyu..."

Ji Wuying was initially slightly stunned, then his eyes filled with coldness...

He then looked calmly at Fang Qingyu, his tone devoid of any panic of being ambushed.

Only curiosity remained.

"You... knew we were coming?!"

Fang Qingyu stopped, standing no more than twenty meters from the black-robed team.

Black flame quietly burned around him, and he nodded slightly.

"I knew."

Then Fang Qingyu paused, his gaze sweeping over the black-robed figures before him...

The corner of his mouth curved into a slight smile.

"And also..."

"Not only do I know."

"They too..."

Fang Qingyu’s gaze passed over Ji Wuying, looking towards the back of the black-cloaked figures, the flanks, those shadowy corners shrouded in darkness.

"...know as well."

"They? Who?!"

Ji Wuying’s heart rang with intense alarm.

An unprecedented chill surged from the soles of his feet to his Celestial Spirit.

He turned around abruptly.

Just as he turned...

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

Like ghosts materializing!

In the darkness surrounding them, on that seemingly empty snowfield, behind the ice hills, in the shadows...

One figure after another, like consolidating from nothingness, slowly and clearly emerged.

One, two, three... ten... twenty... thirty...

A countless throng.

Silent and soundless.

Dozens of figures, like silent statues, encircled Ji Wuying and his dozen subordinates, layer upon layer, impermeably.

These people, men and women, varied in height and body shape, dressed diversely.

But without exception, all stared expressionlessly at each black-cloaked figure.

They were the members of Dawn.

Led by Lin Yu, Zhang Meng, Chen Shan, and Li Yan, those dozens of Tier Two powerhouses once treated as "goods" by the Ji Family, pulled back from the brink of Hell by Fang Qingyu.

The black-cloaked figures were originally vigilant...

Upon seeing so many they had previously captured appear, vigilance immediately turned into intelligence.

And the short-lived silence was quickly broken by an irrepressible sneer.

"Heh... haha..."

Laughter emerged from beneath the mask of one black-cloaked man, carrying unrestrained excitement and mockery, "Boss! We’ve hit the jackpot! Thought we’d have to extract some information, but never expected these ’goods’ to present themselves wrapped up!"

The other black-cloaked figures reacted similarly.

Shaking their heads, lightly laughing.

Indeed, this saved them quite a bit of work.

Moreover, there might even be a turnaround on the Federation side.

Vigilance was immediately replaced by greed and ecstasy.

The aura around everyone surged abruptly, killing intent mixed with the hunter’s excitement, stirring in the quiet force field.

Ji Wuying also slowly grinned, his cold gaze sweeping over the densely packed members of Dawn.

Finally, it fixed on Fang Qingyu.

Voice tinged with the amusement of a cat-and-mouse game: "Fang Qingyu, should I commend your audacity, or your utter foolishness? Do you really think with these people, and a few of your kind, you can take us down?"

In the face of the black-cloaked figures’ undisguised killing intent.

Fang Qingyu’s expression did not change in the slightest.

He even smiled lightly.

That smile, in Ji Wuying’s eyes, inexplicably made his heart skip a beat.

"Seeing them, are you very happy?"

Fang Qingyu’s voice was not loud, yet it clearly pierced through all the noise and killing intent.

Clearly transmitted to every black-cloaked person’s ears, "Thinking you could just capture us all here in one go, along with a few of us to round it off?"

Ji Wuying’s smile instantly froze.

His eyes filled with uncertainty.

Could it be Fang Qingyu still has a trump card!?

Fang Qingyu didn’t give Ji Wuying more time to think.

Slowly raising his right hand, that entirely pitch-black, menacingly designed Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash slid silently out of the sword scabbard, into his palm.

On the blade.

Dark golden patterns flowed in the dead silence of the darkness.

The blade tip raised, adopting a commanding posture.

Slowly sweeping over all the black-cloaked figures tense with anticipation.

"Why don’t you ask..."

Fang Qingyu paused slightly, pointing upwards.

"If your superior up there is still present?"

As soon as the words fell.

Ji Wuying’s pupils shrank to the extreme.

Fang Qingyu offered them no moment to confirm or ponder.

In that instant when all the black-cloaked figures were thrown into mental turmoil by his words, filled with shock and suspicion...

Fang Qingyu’s wrist sank slightly.

Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash’s tip steadily aimed at the black-cloaked figures.

His voice, like a whisper from the depths of Hell, exploded with killing intent:

"Welcome you all..."

"To Hell!!!"