In the Blood Hunt Ground.

Zhou Leng moved forward, continuously hunting demons and giant insects.

At first, those wild elves hoped Zhou Leng would get injured, giving them a chance to escape.

But they quickly fell into deep despair.

This Zhou Leng was fiercer than demons, more brutal than giant insects.

Along the way, every lower-rank sanctuary level enemy couldn't withstand more than three moves.

Even the giant insects known for their defense.

He often fought one against ten, rushing in alone to battle.

Such scenes were familiar; this was clearly a way to hone combat skills.

In the eyes of elves, the Blood Hunt Ground was a life-risking trial.

But in this person's eyes, it was a cultivation land.

What terrified them the most was his incredible recovery ability, far exceeding elves, reaching the level of tree-men.

After fighting and walking for a while, his wounds would disappear.

They noticed over time, Zhou Leng never smiled again, his face growing colder.

Crisis.

If he couldn't leave smoothly and ended up in the elf prison, according to elves, it was almost certain death.

Even if elves were weak, they were once the masters of a realm.

Facing the threat of death, he'd have to try every means possible to survive.

A familiar sound of battle arose ahead.

Zhou Leng ran closer, seeing a dozen elves cornered by a similar number of demons and giant insects.

On the ground lay several elf corpses and about a dozen demon corpses.

Zhou Leng pondered, glancing at the four exhausted wild elves.

The four wild elves saw Zhou Leng contemplating something and panicked even more.

"I spoke with you before, hoping this time you understand me. Next, I am your savior, rescuing you from the giant insect race that wants to kill you."

"You can say no, but you know the cost."

The four wild elves vaguely understood what Zhou Leng intended, but didn't dare think deeply.

Zhou Leng placed them in a hidden corner, dressed properly, covered the numbers on his left arm, and headed to the battle scene.

To leave here, ultimately he'd have to get information from the wild elves, once if not twice, and twice if not then drag them out.

Zhou Leng walked over, shouting loudly: "I am a Blue Star human martial artist. Since demons and giant insects are our common enemies, we should unite together. May I ask if you are willing to accept my help?"

The wild elves were in desperate situations, unable to hold out much longer.

A wild elf hurriedly said: "Human martial artist friend, welcome your aid."

Five demons immediately turned and charged at Zhou Leng.

The besieged wild elves coldly glanced at Zhou Leng, their eyes devoid of emotion.

Zhou Leng ran and shouted: "I'll draw them away, hold on."

Zhou Leng didn't reveal his strength; after luring the demons from elves' line of sight, he struck, killed, and dragged them to a corner.

Shortly after, Zhou Leng returned.

Zhou Leng lured away two batches of demons; elves regained advantage.

Returning again, he joined the elf team, exterminating the demons and giant insects.

The same scene reappeared.

The wild elves first seized the demons' magic spirit bags, then armed themselves, looking at Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng explained he wanted to leave the cavern, not enter elf prison.

Some wild elves sneered.

The wild elf leader said, "You can follow us. As long as you keep achieving merits, I will tell you the way to leave."

"Yes." Many wild elves agreed.

Zhou Leng calmly stared at the elves, saying, "I can protect you till the trial ends, even boost your blood marks, but I want a safe exit now."

The wild elf leader sensed this person's great strength and began contemplating.

But another wild elf impatiently said, "Human, understand your position. We are noble white elves, and your humans have no standing to bargain with us in the elf world."

"Why are all wild elves the same, not understanding human speech..."

Zhou Leng struck aggressively.

He slapped the insulting wild elf.

The wild elf's body exploded, fragments flying everywhere.

A martial artist in close combat, invincible against thousands.

These wild elves were of average strength by nature and, after a battle, couldn't possibly resist Zhou Leng.

A minute later, all lay on the ground, wailing painfully.

Zhou Leng looked at his new injuries, some piercing wounds from magic, the most notable being a unique magic arrow formed by a magic artifact piercing through his chest.

Passing through heart and lungs.

Some magic attacks were unavoidable.

However, no blood flowed, muscle fibers healed, and after drinking radiant juice, the pierced heart and lungs quickly healed.

In just over ten seconds, there was no hidden danger; just needed some rest to recover completely.

Zhou Leng himself didn't expect the Star Phoenix Rejuvenation Technique to be so powerful.

The heart was no longer a weak point, merely a large piece of flesh.

Flesh that the Star Phoenix Rejuvenation Technique can heal.

Currently, the only bodily weakness is the brain.

"My skeletal density is strong now; once advancing to Bone Forging Stage, the skull will be even stronger, enough to protect the brain."

Zhou Leng gathered the spoils.

Looking at the twelve elf wooden planks lying on the ground.

"Is anyone willing to tell me the safe way to leave here now?"

A wild elf cursed, and Zhou Leng crushed its head with his foot.

The second wild elf cursed, and Zhou Leng crushed it again with another stomp.

The wild elves fell silent.

"In that case, let me introduce you to a friend."

Zhou Leng tied the remaining ten wild elves together and dragged them to a corner, joining them with the other four wild elves.

"Take your time to discuss, I just need the way to leave here."

"Oh, and when you encounter other wild elf companions next time, be sure to tell them you were messed up by the giant insect demons, and that I saved you."

Zhou Leng glanced at the new number on his left arm, and shook it at the wild elves.

273.

The fourteen wild elves looked at Zhou Leng's back, feeling like they had fallen into an ice cave.

The nobility within their bodies seemed to have flown away.

Zhou Leng continued dragging and hunting demons and giant insects along the way, constantly helping the newly met wild elves.

A day passed, and the total number of wild elves helped by Zhou Leng reached 67.

Stacked together like bundles of straw.

Once dragged, they rolled, colliding and crushing against each other.

Some wild elves had mental breakdowns, crying all the way.

Zhou Leng glanced at the number on his arm.

872.

Most were killed by himself, the rest were gifts from the wild elves.

In Zhou Leng's eyes, a tinge of blood-red began to appear.

Highly strained nerves, prolonged slaughter, the psychological pressure of death, the fierce beast medicine fruit once consumed, the conflict of survival and morality…

All intertwined, making Zhou Leng's expression increasingly cold.

Entering a cave, the voices of wild elves emerged ahead.

"Who!"

The wild elves were collecting their spoils and turned to look, all stunned.

A human, with dozens of wild elf corpses dragging behind him.

Those bodies mixed together, stained with blood and mud, like a bizarre monster of flesh and blood.

When they looked carefully, the eyes of those wild elf bodies were dim, their expressions numb.

The elves clearly saw their kin, yet no one called for help.

The leader of this new elf team, Zhou Leng had seen before.

Silver Lake Moon, a person rescued by him and the tree-man.

At the moment Zhou Leng appeared, Silver Lake Moon's memory awakened, and the fear in her memory magnified a thousandfold at the sight of those wild elf bodies.

She drew her elf sword and turned sharply to everyone, shouting: "From now on, everyone shut up. Speak out of turn, and I'll kill you!"

The crowd looked at the fierce-faced Silver Lake Moon in disbelief.

She was the strongest, and everyone bowed their heads in silence.

Zhou Leng said, "Miss Silver Lake Moon, we meet again."

Silver Lake Moon dropped her weapon, bent down, and bowed her head, raising both hands respectfully above her eyebrows, fingers spread open, backs of her hands facing Zhou Leng, like two leaves, saying: "Honorable Zhou Leng, demigod bloodline among humans, we meet again."

The elves behind Silver Lake Moon were puzzled, but upon hearing 'demigod bloodline', although shocked, their gazes remained hostile.

Zhou Leng looked at the translation on the demonized watch to ensure he wasn't mistaken.

After reading it twice, he said, "Silver Lake Moon, you seem to be different from them, you can understand my words."

"We have always been patient listeners to voices of strength."

The wild elf corpses looked at Silver Lake Moon's unique reaction and vaguely guessed that this Silver Lake Moon had long witnessed the terror of this human.

Zhou Leng smiled for the first time in a long while and said, "I've waited for you for a long time. Now, please tell me how to leave here safely, as I don't want to leave in the guise of a demon. Oh, and those elf friends behind, they were harmed by giant insects and demons, I saved them."

He finished and raised his forearm, presenting the numbered side to Silver Lake Moon.

Seeing that enormous number, Silver Lake Moon and the wild elves felt dizzy.

Such an achievement could only be reached by the bloodline of an elf king.

Once becoming a thousand-blood hunter, one would be conferred as an elf prince.

"Respected and noble Mr. Zhou Leng, you are surely the prophet of our elf race! Please lead us out of confusion and evade the pursuit of demons and giant insects." Silver Lake Moon's tone was firm and exceedingly sincere.

She was already convinced that those elf corpses on the ground were Zhou Leng's handiwork.

At that time, Zhou Leng's interrogation techniques on the demons were exactly the same.

"He's not an elf prophet, don't be deceived by him!" one wild elf corpse suddenly shouted.

Zhou Leng turned around and crushed it with his foot.

Turning back, he looked at the wild elves in front and slowly said, "I'll reiterate, these elf friends were harmed by giant insects and demons, and I saved them. Among the three major organizational methods of Dragon Country, there is one called the United Front, which unites all possible friends. So, no one can stop me from befriending elves, not even the elves."

"You…" an elf behind was about to speak when Silver Lake Moon slapped them hard.

Smack…

The sound echoed through the cave.

That elf instantly understood, bit down hard, and said nothing.

Silver Lake Moon bowed and said, "Respected prophet of the elves, you are an eternal friend of the elf race."

All the elves showed a look of sorrow.

They understood that Silver Lake Moon had made the only choice for self-preservation and to protect all the elves present.

"What is the identity of an elf prophet?"

"It is the highest rank given by the elf race to outsiders. During the peak of the Elf Empire, a few alien races would receive such a title. Once becoming an elf prophet, they would be regarded as kin by all elves, and any offense against the prophet would be considered a crime."

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