197: The Threat of Spying

Han Fei paced along the Great Wall. The night was as deep as ink, shrouding everything in a deathly silence.

Although he appeared calm, his heart was incredibly alert, his consciousness constantly taut, catching every subtle movement around him.

After the mental erosion of last night, he realized more clearly that a pair of eyes in the darkness was spying on him, and even on the entire Great Wall.

This silent threat was colder than any enemy he had faced.

Han Fei walked alone on the edge of the Great Wall, the cold wind like a sharp blade, bringing a biting chill.

He recalled the mental attack of last night, the eerie and powerful dark aura constantly replaying in his mind. That corrosive force didn't seem like a mere Spell; it was more like a higher-level mental manipulation, with the intent to corrode the Soul.

"The enemy hidden in the darkness not only possesses undying Puppets but can also directly attack consciousness," he mused coldly, his brow slightly furrowed.

This power was far more troublesome than he had imagined. If he didn't find its source, it would pose a huge threat to the Cultivators and warriors on the Great Wall.

Just then, a hurried sound of footsteps came from afar, breaking the silence on the Great Wall.

Han Fei looked up and saw a young Cultivator running towards him in a panic, his expression terrified, as if he had seen something horrifying.

Han Fei frowned slightly, stood still and waited. The young man ran to him, panting, and said, "Lord Han Fei, several Cultivators in the camp suddenly fell unconscious, and the situation is very strange!"

Han Fei's gaze narrowed slightly, realizing it might be related to the mental erosion of last night.

He quickly nodded and followed the young Cultivator to the camp.

The atmosphere in the camp was tense. Several Cultivators were gathered around their unconscious companions, all looking grave.

The unconscious Cultivators were pale, their brows tightly furrowed, as if trapped in some extremely painful nightmare. Their lips trembled slightly, as if silently screaming.

Han Fei approached and knelt down to observe their condition, a chill instantly rising in his heart.

This was extremely similar to the mental erosion he had encountered last night.

"It seems these people also suffered a mental attack..." Han Fei murmured, his brows tightly furrowed.

He recalled his experience of fighting the erosion in the mental world last night. If it weren't for the guidance and protection of the Luna Fairy Spirit, he might also have fallen into this endless nightmare, unable to wake up.

However, these Cultivators were clearly not as lucky as he was and couldn't break free from the dark erosion.

A hint of anxiety welled up in Han Fei's heart. He knew this was no coincidence.

This power was clearly aimed at all Cultivators on the Great Wall, and possibly a test of the entire Great Wall defense line.

If the defenders on the Great Wall all fell into nightmares, this defense line would be rendered useless, and the enemy could take advantage of the void.

Han Fei's eyes grew colder, and he secretly made up his mind.

No matter what, he had to find this secretly manipulating force and completely eradicate it.

He stood up and said to the Cultivators beside him, "Do not try to wake these companions for now. Mental erosion is very tricky, and rash interference might lead to their mental collapse."

The Cultivators nodded, their faces filled with worry.

Han Fei said no more, turned, and walked towards the edge of the Great Wall, his gaze cast into the deep darkness.

He knew that the enemy must be lurking in some corner, observing all this, waiting for the opportunity for a larger-scale invasion.

"Since you want to hide, I will force you to show yourself." A cold light flashed in Han Fei's eyes, then he closed them, quickly mobilizing the spiritual Qi in his body. His spiritual sense extended outwards like invisible tendrils.

He carefully controlled the fluctuations of his spiritual sense, so as not to alert the lurking enemy.

His spiritual sense slowly extended in the darkness, like an invisible net, enveloping every inch of space around the Great Wall in his perception.

Gradually, Han Fei captured an extremely faint fluctuation. That fluctuation carried a chilling aura, as if an eye hidden in the Void Realm was silently watching everything on the Great Wall.

Han Fei's heart sank, confirming the enemy's existence.

He quietly retracted his spiritual sense, already having a countermeasure in mind.

If the enemy wanted to dismantle the defense line through mental erosion, then he would play along, pretending to fall into a mental attack, and lure the opponent out.

He slowly closed his eyes, shrinking his spiritual sense to its limit, maintaining a relaxed state, as if he had entered meditation defenselessly.

A moment later, he felt the chilling aura gradually approach, slowly sliding into his mental Domain like a venomous snake, bringing a repulsive coldness.

Han Fei did not resist, letting the aura invade his consciousness, as if he had been controlled by it.

In the depths of his consciousness, darkness gradually spread. The chilling aura surged like a tide, enveloping him in endless nothingness.

A low laugh sounded in his ear, cold and evil, with a hint of mockery.

"Foolish Cultivator, do you think you can escape my grasp?"

Han Fei gave a cold smile. The spiritual Qi in his consciousness instantly erupted, piercing into the evil aura like a sharp blade.

The laughter in the darkness paused, followed by a roar. The aura was fiercely repelled by him, appearing somewhat disheveled.

"So you were prepared all along..." The voice growled, with a hint of anger and annoyance.

"Who are you?" Han Fei's voice in his consciousness was as cold as a sharp blade, with ruthless sharpness.

"Hahaha... You don't need to know who I am. Soon, all of you will become my servants, part of the darkness."

The voice seemed to come from all directions, echoing in Han Fei's consciousness, carrying endless malice and arrogance.

Han Fei sneered, "Is that so? If that's the case, I'd like to see how capable you are."

The spiritual Qi in his body suddenly erupted in his consciousness, burning the evil aura like a raging fire, tearing it apart bit by bit.

The voice let out a painful shriek, and then its aura weakened, as if it was rapidly retreating.

Han Fei's eyes turned cold. He didn't give the opponent a chance to escape. The spiritual Qi in his consciousness suddenly tightened, firmly locking the aura.

"You want to leave? Too late." His voice was as cold as ice, carrying endless killing intent.

He condensed his spiritual Qi into a sharp blade and fiercely stabbed into the core of that aura, with the determination to destroy everything.

The aura in the darkness let out an unwilling roar, as if struggling to break free, but Han Fei's spiritual Qi was like a cage, completely imprisoning it in the depths of his consciousness.

"Remember, I will find you, find your true form, and then completely annihilate you," Han Fei said coldly, his tone filled with unquestionable resolve.

The voice finally let out a shrill shriek. The aura was torn apart in Han Fei's consciousness, turning into nothingness and completely disappearing.

Han Fei slowly opened his eyes, a cold light flashing within them.

He knew that this was not the entirety of the enemy; it was just a fragmented piece of consciousness that the opponent had dispersed.

The true enemy was still lurking in the darkness, waiting for the next opportunity.

But Han Fei was not without gains.

Through this confrontation, he had roughly pinpointed the direction of the evil force's source, vaguely sensing a place full of dark power that was not far from the Great Wall.

"It seems I must take the initiative to attack," Han Fei muttered to himself, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He understood that instead of passively defending, it was better to proactively strike and completely eliminate this threat.

Under the night sky, his figure stood alone on the Great Wall. The cold wind stirred his robes, bringing a hint of killing intent.

The threat in the darkness was drawing closer, and he was already prepared to tear open this layer of darkness with the power in his hand, exposing all hidden enemies to the light.

He would use his own strength to cut down and kill in the dark, leaving no retreat.