Abyss Summoner

Chapter 514 - 502: Lord of Fear

Chen Feng liked to have everything under his control, but the humans on this island were a potential threat, especially when there was a hint of hostility from them.

A thousand miles of dike can be destroyed by an ant nest.

Chen Feng would not ignore his opponents because of their weakness, just like how a rebellion gains victory, always letting their guard down. In Chen Feng’s view, these are all low-level mistakes.

Weak creatures are not just the ants crawling on the ground, but also venomous centipedes and spiders.

Chen Feng planned to stay on this island for a while longer and did not want the swarm incident to happen again, as it would disrupt his plans, so someone had to pay the price for it.

Either explain clearly or just go die.

Chen Feng had already embraced the mindset of an outstanding villain. Just like now, he sat atop the ferocious White Dragon, overlooking his surroundings, while those attackers undoubtedly became fleeing rats.

The mutant’s speed was incredibly fast; within minutes, several isolated enemies appeared before it.

They were just ordinary people.

Compared to those awakened with power, ordinary people were obviously weaker in stamina.

Chen Feng’s order was, if it was just isolated groups, there was no need to interrogate, as it would delay the encirclement of the larger forces.

The Beast Tamer’s expression was cold as he pulled out his gun, seemingly ready to shoot those hiding in the dark.

But the mutant was even faster.

The mutant ran a few steps, raised its tail tip high, and then they saw the running enemy being pierced through directly, with a blood hole appearing in their chest.

Dealing with such enemies, the mutant needed only one move to resolve them.

"Run... run!"

The surrounding Warriors were already terrified; they wished for nothing more than to grow two more legs and quickly leave the monster’s sight, but to no avail. Under the mutant’s attack, escaping was impossible for them.

Within a few quick exchanges, five bodies were discarded aside, blood staining the mutant, which made it even more aggressive. Something tasty seemed to be ahead, and its speed increased.

"There are screams behind us!"

A professional trailing beside Xing Yong said with a pale face, panting heavily.

"I know!"

Xing Yong’s face was somewhat grim; he hadn’t anticipated the opponent would catch up so quickly, with screams intermittently sounding from behind. This relentless pursuit made him a bit angry, wanting to turn around and punch those pursuers’ heads off.

However.

He was afraid.

Afraid of the terrifying man who had previously sliced the Ghost-faced Spider with one sword behind them.

A golden nest or a silver nest isn’t as good as your own doghouse.

Home.

For everyone, it was a safe haven.

For Xing Yong, although he had wanted to leave that dilapidated place countless times, after such a change, he now wanted to rush back there as quickly as possible.

He only took a small group with him; the main force was still at the base. Though the man was terrifying, gathering the strength of everyone together, there was still a fighting chance.

Faster!

Even faster!

Xing Yong’s face turned red, tendons in his neck bulging; it was undoubtedly a race for life or death, just like his previous hunts, where the losers became the meal.

"Thud thud thud!"

A series of urgent footsteps, followed by an exclamation: "Found them! Sir, they are here!"

Xing Yong’s eyes widened, his heart sinking; as a competent Warrior, he wouldn’t leave his back to the enemy, as that would hasten his demise. Just when he knew there was no escape and was ready for a last-ditch effort, a roar from high above froze him in his tracks.

Looking up.

Huge wings reflected in the sunlight appeared almost unreal.

A dragon?

A real dragon?

"Boom!"

The Giant Dragon landed before the crowd, and upon feeling the White Dragon’s dragon’s might, most ordinary people had already fallen aside, professionals also looking uneasy, unclear why such a terrifying creature appeared.

Thud thud thud.

Chen Feng, shrouded in a dark red cloak, had his face obscured from others, but that didn’t lessen his intimidating presence, as this man had just dismounted from a dragon’s back.

Dragon Knight.

The world indeed had its oddities, but not everyone was qualified to ride a Giant Dragon.

Everyone dared not move, be it from the dragon’s might or the enigmatic man’s entrance; they all understood that they had become the passive party. For them, the only way out now was to appear submissive.

Chen Feng scanned his gaze around, his eyes carrying immense dread, causing many to slightly tremble, some even retreating a step back in fear. Then he walked towards a Warrior and slowly asked, "Who’s in charge here?"

The Warrior swallowed hard, shrouded in fear, unsure of what to say, thus casting a questioning glance towards Xing Yong.

How should I answer?

If possible, Xing Yong would personally snap this guy’s neck, because, at the moment he acted, Chen Feng’s gaze landed on his face too.

Chen Feng continued to walk forward.

His footsteps were light.

Yet each sound of stepping on the ground seemed like a giant hammer striking Xing Yong’s heart, making it difficult to breathe.

Chen Feng frowned at the man before him, and said deeply, "Was it you who orchestrated that attack just now?"

Xing Yong swallowed hard, looking straight at the other party, trying to appear calm, and only then did he manage to speak with difficulty, "This, this was all a mis..."

"Pfft!"

The scorching Longsword pierced through his body.

Xing Yong didn’t refuse, merely trying to explain, but this action was as futile as that of the Warrior who asked if he should tell Chen Feng who the supervisor was.

No unnecessary words.

If not refused, then it was acknowledged.

Since acknowledged, then he was an enemy.

Enemy?

Chen Feng’s mind didn’t even need to think; his body acted on instinct, and this strong, aspiring adversary inexplicably died by Chen Feng’s sword.

All sounds came to an abrupt halt.

Only the heavy breathing betrayed their incredibly apprehensive inner state.

Chen Feng frowned at these pieces of garbage before him, and once again said deeply, "Alright, now tell me where your camp is. I don’t want to kill more, provided you’re smart enough."

"Get moving, let’s go!"

Chen Feng wasn’t in the mood for a massacre; after all, the Order wasn’t damaged, and the conspirator had met his end. Now he was only curious about where these sudden arrivals originally came from.