Long Feixue felt the overwhelming aura emanating from Wu Feng and was shocked, "How is this possible? How did this guy suddenly become so strong!"

"Everyone retreat!" Long Feixue stopped in her tracks and shouted at the other members of the Dragon Clan.

However, Long Feixue's warning came a bit too late. Wu Feng moved like a phantom and instantly enveloped the three leading members of the Dragon Clan.

"Ah!" With a scream, those three members instantly turned into a mist of blood.

"No!" Long Feixue saw her three subordinates die miserably again, and her face turned ashen.

These three were all in their twenties, joined the Dragon Clan full of passion, and one of them was even a successor she had meticulously groomed.

In the blink of an eye, seven Dragon Clan elites died on the spot. Of course, this account should be charged to Wu Feng, but had Long Feixue accepted Lin Chen's suggestion from the beginning, this tragedy might not have occurred.

This time, Wu Feng was prepared to die, he even turned his body into Blood Spirit, all to buy time for his brothers to escape.

Everyone froze at the sight of this bloody scene, vaguely sensing the terror of the man before them. Some even began to think that heeding Lin Chen's initial advice to let this man go might have been the wise choice.

Seeing the Dragon Clan elites dying needlessly, Lin Chen cursed in his heart at Long Feixue, the fool.

Lin Chen yelled at the blood-soaked Wu Feng, "There's a debt to be paid, if you have the guts, kill that foolish woman Long Feixue, not some insignificant soldiers."

Long Feixue almost choked on her own rage, not only did Lin Chen incite Wu Feng to kill her, but he also called her a foolish woman.

If it weren't for being on a battlefield, she would have fought Lin Chen the moment he called her a foolish woman.

The surrounding elites of the Dragon Clan stared bewilderedly at Lin Chen, this guy was truly audacious to openly insult Long Feixue as a foolish woman. In a military setting, he would definitely be a dead man.

Long Feixue's face flushed red with anger, and she retorted at Wu Feng, "Wu Feng, instead of being a good person, you choose to become a Blood Spirit. Do you understand the consequences of doing this?"

Wu Feng suddenly burst out laughing, "Consequences? I'm doomed either way, so what if I become a Blood Spirit? It's just becoming a fierce ghost."

At that moment, a young soldier, thinking himself clever, tried to take advantage of Wu Feng's distraction to attack him but was immediately swallowed by a strange mist of blood.

On seeing this, everyone gasped in horror. It was too bizarre.

"No one is to attack Wu Feng without my orders," Long Feixue found herself truly in a difficult position this time.

Pain was evident on Wu Feng's face, and his sanity was clearly fading. Once he completely turned into a Blood Spirit, no one present would be able to stop him.

Long Feixue bit her silver teeth and approached Lin Chen with a flushed face, "Lin Chen, do you have any solution?"

Lin Chen sighed, "I suggested earlier that Wu Feng kill himself and let his subordinates go. We could've found a way to recapture them later, are the lives of our few dead elites of the Dragon Clan not worth more than a few destitute foes from Evil Spirit Island?"

"Lin Chen, this is a battlefield, not a business scene. If you are a man, join me and let's kill this Wu Feng," Long Feixue said furiously.

Lin Chen truly admired Long Feixue, who, as a woman, could lead the way and shed her blood on the battlefield for the glory of her country.

However, Lin Chen shook his head at Long Feixue's method of provocation. "Director Long, a person only has one life, and I do not like to fight battles that I'm not sure of winning," he said.

Long Feixue almost fainted from fury at Lin Chen's awareness. This guy always prioritized interests first; he was no warrior but rather a cunning merchant.

"So what do you suggest we do?" Long Feixue finally softened, huffing as she spoke.

Looking seriously at the increasingly fierce Wu Feng, Lin Chen said, "Wu Feng still hasn't lost his mind. If we talk to him now, there's still a chance. If we attack now or try to find a solution after he loses his mind, people among us could die at any moment. You and I can't afford this kind of casualty. Foolish girl, don't be too dogmatic.

Sometimes, a little flexibility can open up a whole new world."

Hearing Lin Chen's words, Long Feixue suddenly burst into laughter. "As a woman, Lin Chen, I look down on you. The elder Long praised you for your courage, but now I see you're just a coward."

"A coward?" Lin Chen suddenly laughed.

"If Wu Feng killed someone close to me, I would fight to the death to kill him. But we have no deadly feud, and there is clearly a better way to solve the problem. Yet, you use one living life after another, your comrades' blood, to prove your stupidity. The saying 'Big chest, no brain' must be about women like you," Lin Chen coldly said.

Long Feixue wanted to explode with rage after hearing Lin Chen's words, but found that his words were irrefutable, and she couldn't find a way to vent.

Finally, Long Feixue's face flushed as she said, "What use is saying these things now? This guy is about to turn into a Blood Spirit. If you can persuade him now, I'll listen to whatever you say."

"Really?" Lin Chen smirked.

"Hmph, I, Long Feixue, always mean what I say. One spit, one nail," Long Feixue retorted with a glare at Lin Chen.

"Alright, fool, learn something. Watch how I subdue this guy without shedding blood," saying this, Lin Chen walked straight towards Wu Feng.

At that moment, Wu Feng's jaws were clenched. He relied solely on his willpower to prevent himself from losing sanity.

"Wu Feng, we can agree to your demands and release your brothers, but only if you keep your promise not to turn into a Blood Spirit and to take your own life," Lin Chen said to Wu Feng.

"Fine, if so, I agree to your demands. However, I will only take my life after I make sure they are truly safe," he replied.

Wu Feng sighed in relief. He had been waiting for Lin Chen to say this. Knowing he was bound to die, having played with souls his whole life, he would rather be obliterated than become a puppet controlled by others as an Evil Spirit.

"Hmph, we let those guys go, but what if you still turn into a Blood Spirit?" Long Feixue coldly asked.

After all, Wu Feng's condition was very unstable; whether or not he would turn into a Blood Spirit was beyond his own control.

Suddenly, Wu Feng laughed out loud. The solution to this problem was simple, he said as he pulled out a dagger and threw it at Lin Chen's feet.

"Lin Chen, if you dare, come put the knife on my neck. Once my brothers tell me they are safe, you can cut off my head," he said.

"Gah!"

Hearing this plan, Long Feixue was slightly taken aback, clearly embarrassed. Meanwhile, Lin Chen found himself feeling a bit exasperated!