196: Hidden undercurrents

The night on the Great Wall remained cold and desolate, the aftershocks of battle gradually subsiding, but Han Fei's heart was turbulent and restless.

He had never encountered such bizarre enemies; those shadowy creatures seemed not to belong to this world at all. They lacked vitality but were filled with an aura of corrosion and destruction.

After repelling them, Han Fei vaguely felt a more powerful force watching him from the darkness. That force was unfathomable, carrying an undeniable pressure, like a silent hunter, quietly waiting for him to reveal a weakness.

Upon returning to the outpost, Han Fei did not speak to anyone.

He went straight back to his corner, sat cross-legged, and quietly sensed the spiritual energy within his body.

Although this battle had consumed a lot of spiritual energy, it had made his will even more resolute. He knew that his path of cultivation was still full of unknown dangers.

Just as he was closing his eyes to meditate, a faint sound of footsteps broke the silence of the night.

Han Fei still had his eyes closed, but his five senses had keenly captured the aura of the newcomer.

It was an aura with a faint fragrance, gentle and with subtle fluctuations of spiritual energy.

The footsteps stopped in front of him, and a moment later, a clear, cold voice whispered, "Han Fei."

Han Fei slowly opened his eyes, his gaze slightly chilling.

Standing before him was Bai Yue. She wore a moon-white robe, and the moonlight reflecting on her seemed to drape her in a mysterious glow.

"Lady Bai Yue," Han Fei said indifferently, his tone calm, with no fluctuation in his eyes.

Bai Yue gazed at him, a complex emotion in her eyes.

"I just heard about your performance," her voice was soft yet carried a sense of oppression. "Those shadowy creatures are exceptionally powerful; even some experienced Cultivators find it difficult to fight them, yet you were able to handle them alone. How did you do it?"

Han Fei did not answer, merely looking at her indifferently, his eyes cold and profound.

He knew he had no obligation to explain to these people. Moreover, he had never intended to reveal his strength to others.

Seeing his silence, a trace of displeasure flashed in Bai Yue's eyes, and then she said coldly, "Han Fei, I know your habit of acting alone, but that is no reason to conceal your strength. Every one of us is guarding this land on the Great Wall, and every bit of strength should be used appropriately, not allowing individual will to override the collective."

Her voice was sharp, carrying an undeniable authority.

Han Fei listened quietly, his expression still calm, without any emotion.

"I understand," he replied indifferently, without the slightest emotional fluctuation in his tone.

Bai Yue frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with his attitude.

"Good that you understand." She bowed her head slightly, gazing into Han Fei's eyes. "Han Fei, I hope you understand that the enemy is now more dangerous than we imagined. If similar situations occur again, I hope you will not act alone."

With that, she turned and left, her figure appearing stern and resolute in the moonlight.

Han Fei watched her retreating figure, his gaze as deep as the night, remaining silent for a long time.

He understood Bai Yue's meaning and her concerns, but he still could not change his habit of acting alone.

This was his Dao of cultivation; only by honing himself alone in the darkness could his power truly transform.

The night grew darker, Han Fei withdrew his thoughts, and continued to close his eyes to meditate.

However, just as he was trying to calm down, a strange fluctuation gathered from all directions, silently invading his spiritual world.

It was a cold power, carrying an invisible malice, as if it wanted to drag him into endless darkness.

Han Fei instantly became alert, his spiritual consciousness surging within his body, rapidly resisting this bizarre erosion.

However, that power strangely evaded his defenses, quietly infiltrating the depths of his consciousness, slowly coiling around him like a venomous snake, attempting to invade his spiritual core.

"This is... mental erosion?" Han Fei's eyes narrowed, a hint of surprise welling up in his heart.

He had never encountered such a bizarre attack method. This power was silent, directly affecting his consciousness, carrying a deep-seated malice, as if it wanted to devour his Soul.

He quickly condensed his spiritual energy, forming a barrier deep within his consciousness, resisting this erosive force.

However, that power was exceptionally tenacious, constantly changing forms, trying to bypass his defenses and invade his consciousness core.

Han Fei gritted his teeth, his consciousness as sharp as a blade, severing the invading power one by one.

But this power was inexhaustible, as if constantly pouring out from endless darkness, putting him under unprecedented pressure.

Just when he was almost unable to resist, a faint glimmer of light suddenly flickered in a corner of his heart.

That faint light carried a warm power, as if it came from the deepest part of his Soul, completely different from the erosive force.

Han Fei felt a warmth spread throughout his body, and that light instantly merged into his consciousness, completely expelling the erosive force.

In his consciousness, the darkness gradually receded, and Han Fei's spirit finally found peace.

He slowly opened his eyes, his brows tightly furrowed, his heart filled with doubt.

What exactly was that power just now?

He vaguely felt that the warm power seemed related to the teachings of the Luna Fairy Spirit, as if it was a wisp of sacred aura she had left within him, helping him resist this erosion.

"It seems the enemy is already acting in the dark, even resorting to such methods," Han Fei mused to himself, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He realized that the darkness beneath the Great Wall seemed even more unfathomable than he had imagined.

This method of mental erosion attack was something even Cultivators could not easily resist. If the warriors were to encounter such erosion, they would probably have long become Puppets of darkness.

Han Fei knew that this threat must be completely eradicated, otherwise, the lives of everyone on the Great Wall would face immense risk.

However, he also understood that he was not suitable to report all of this to others.

If others knew he had suffered mental erosion, they would undoubtedly doubt his mental state, and might even hinder his actions.

Therefore, he could only keep this crisis in his heart and resolve it alone.

The night grew deeper, and the Great Wall stood tall in the cold wind, like a lonely guardian, silently enduring unknown dangers in the darkness.

Han Fei looked out at the distant darkness, his eyes calm and resolute.

He knew that the road ahead would be more perilous, and the enemy even more cunning and powerful, but he would not flinch.

He was already prepared to face everything alone.

In the dark night, his figure was solitary and resolute, like a sharp blade, patiently waiting for the moment to strike the enemy.

He would continue to lurk in the darkness, waiting for the opportune moment to act.

No matter how powerful the enemy ahead, he would use his own strength to eliminate them all.

Because he was a walker in the darkness, a fearless fighter.

And this path, he would walk to the end, even if it meant fighting to the last drop of blood, he would not hesitate.