Chapter 33: The Shadow of Evil Gods

The dark elf raised her arm, her eyes filled with madness and excitement. She released her fingers, and a dark arrow descended from the sky, piercing straight into the heart of the deformed beast.

"Splurt!"

The deformed beast attempted to escape, but it was clearly impossible. Its eyes widened, feeling the intense pain in its heart. Suddenly, it let out a piercing scream, and the surrounding rocks within a five-meter radius were all blasted away. However, this was just its last struggle. Eventually, its body collapsed and lay limp on the ground, its eyelids slowly closing.

As soon as the deformed beast was shot down, the dark elf bowed her head, as if in prayer, uttering obscure and abyssal incantations from her mouth.

The sound seemed distant, as if reaching a place millions of miles away. After a few seconds, a phantom suddenly appeared behind the dark elf.

An ugly monster.

Her upper body was that of a slender and beautiful dark elf, while her lower body was that of a spider, wicked and chaotic. Although it was just a hazy apparition, it brought more pressure to Chen Feng than even the Demon Arachnid.

Sacrifice?

Chen Feng's eyes showed a hint of astonishment. The abyss was dangerous, and creatures living there most favored attaching themselves to the powerful.

In fact, every tribe worshipped their own dark gods or lords of the abyss.

Apart from the dark elf's devotion to Rose, the werewolf tribe worshipped the Wolf King Yenoghu.

The quickest way for abyssal creatures to gain power was through sacrifice. They sought to please their dark gods with blood and slaughter and gain strength in return.

Chen Feng did not stop the dark elf. In fact, she had already proven her worth with her strength, making her a pet worth cultivating.

Using both kindness and power.

The humanoid-spider phantom absorbed the power from the deformed beast's body. Its flesh began to decay at a visible speed, its body shrinking in half in just a few seconds, and even its skin turning pale.

On the contrary, wisps of white mist rose from the dark elf's body, her hair growing, exuding a vibrant aura.

"This is..."

Seeing the dark elf's transformation, even Chen Feng, who was accustomed to bizarre things, widened his eyes in astonishment. He could feel the dense energy emanating from her, and the hot breath, like a potion, evoking complex thoughts in his mind.

The dark elf's power had surged, on the verge of reaching the silver level. She only needed an opportunity to possibly successfully advance.

"In..."

At this moment, the dark elf's eyes were deep and cold, filling with the fire of determination, like a long spear swirling around her.

She raised her bow and instantly shot arrows.

Some isolated ordinary deformed beasts, like kites with broken strings, flew up from the ground. They wanted to evade but had nowhere to hide. Faced with the empowered dark elf, they had no choice but to die.

The deaths of these deformed beasts were tragic, limbs scattered, flesh and blood flying. In the blink of an eye, only five deformed beasts that were dealt with initially were killed, dying beyond comparison!

As for the warriors on the side, their gazes towards the dark elf transformed.

Admiration, reverence, astonishment, infatuation, and some complex emotions...

As for the dark elf's strange appearance, the crowd did not pay much attention. Among the awakened professionals in the army, these soldiers were more easily adaptable to the changes in professionals compared to ordinary people.

Even Feng Zhiyong, who usually had a cold and unyielding face, looked at the dark elf in surprise, filled with seriousness and admiration.

He really wanted to know... who was this woman before him, with white hair and purple skin, enchanting like opium, yet possessing unmatched strength?

Feng Zhiyong steadied his emotions, intending to greet her. After all, the strength of a professional was beyond doubt, especially a young woman like the one before him, possessing archery skills sharper than firearms. If she could join the military, she would definitely be able to intimidate some small fry.

Cherishing talent.

Feng Zhiyong was not narrow-minded. At such a moment, what difference did it make whether it was a man or a woman? As long as it was beneficial for City J, beneficial for the people, he would definitely set aside his pride to personally send an invitation.

However, just as Feng Zhiyong hesitated on how to speak, a single action by the dark elf directly left him stunned in place.

In fact, everyone present took a deep breath, their eyes widened, and even their pupils shrank to a narrow slit in that moment.

What did they see that would make them react like this?

Dark elves.

The appearance of the dark elf, who wielded a longbow and single-handedly shot down the silver monstrous beast, had brought a sense of awe to everyone, even causing some of the warriors who had previously revered the dark elf as a deity to gape in disbelief.

Who was this figure?

What extraordinary ability had earned them such reverence?

The young and fiery warriors shifted their gazes onto Chen Feng, their eyes betraying a mixture of suspicion and strong curiosity.

They wanted to know who this master archer was, capable of ruthless and decisive actions that evoked genuine admiration, and who was willingly being worshipped.

Chen Feng’s slender and elegant figure exuded a chilly aura, standing there like a solitary moon, emanating an indescribable calmness and sharpness.

After days of tumultuous escape, some of the others were already covered in dirt, sweat, and blood, looking disheveled and defeated. In comparison, the man before them had barely a speck of dust on his clothing, and no signs of distress on his appearance. It was as if the apocalypse had nothing to do with him at all.

In reality, as a summoner, there was no need for him to personally intervene when the dark elves took matters into their own hands.

The man's aloof demeanor seemed to draw a stark contrast between himself and the bewildered and disoriented crowd, as if they belonged to two different worlds.

Although reluctant to admit it, the truth was that he did indeed possess qualities that set him apart from ordinary individuals.