"Can you do it?"
Hearing 204's words, Qin Feng stopped.
"Of course!" 204 said with great confidence.
Then, he walked towards the battlefield step by step.
The seven monsters were being attacked by the Red Alert Legion's mortars, their movements greatly restricted. Therefore, when 204 reached the center of the battlefield, he did not suffer any damage.
204 directly took off his shirt and knelt on the ground.
He clasped his hands together, appearing very devout.
Then, he thrust his hands heavily into the soil. His entire body seemed like a wooden sculpture, kneeling motionlessly on the ground, and his body gradually turned black, as if ink had been splashed on him.
At the same time, some changes occurred on the battlefield. Black weeds suddenly grew from the ground, appearing very abrupt.
Qin Feng watched all this, finding it very miraculous. The cultivation technique 204 practiced was demonic, vastly different from his own Wordless Heavenly Book technique. Therefore, the other party could use special methods, much like his Wordless Heavenly Book technique, which could use formations to greatly increase his strength.
However, he needed to make preparations beforehand. This 204's demonic cultivation technique was very peculiar. To increase his combat power and enable him to fight the seven overlord-level monsters, he only needed to insert his hands into the soil.
This made Qin Feng feel curious and at the same time, disbelieving.
If increasing combat power could be achieved simply by taking off one's shirt and putting hands into the soil, he wouldn't believe it. A cultivation technique that could increase one's combat power without paying a price would at least be above S-class. If it were an S-class or above technique, 204's strength could not have reached its current level.
Therefore, 204 must have paid a price unknown to him.
What exactly was it? He did not know yet.
The black weeds in the battlefield grew rapidly, but the seven monsters, trapped by the mortar shells, had already reached 204. Although their movements were restricted, they could move their bodies, albeit at a very slow speed. Seeing 204 assume such a strange posture in front of them, they knew this person was here to deal with them.
Therefore, one of the monsters approached 204, preparing to kill him.
Seeing the monster standing before him, 204 showed no fear. He looked up at the monster, his face devoid of emotion. His body became darker and darker, to the point where his eyes could no longer be seen.
Seeing this, Qin Feng drew his Peerless Good Sword and went to fight the monsters. He needed to help 204 block the monsters' attacks. He could tell that 204 needed some time to increase his strength and complete the task of trapping these seven monsters. If he were killed by the monsters during this time, all his efforts would be in vain.
Qin Feng did not know if his actions were wise. After all, every bit of strength wasted now would affect his escape speed. If it took too long, he might not even be able to leave and would perish here.
This was a gamble. While blocking the monsters' attacks, Qin Feng turned and said to 204, who was kneeling on the ground, "You'd better hurry. I can't hold them off for too long. Otherwise, we won't even have the strength to leave. When I feel I've reached my limit, I won't care about your life or death. I hope you understand this."
204 did not speak. He now seemed like a withered tree. He merely nodded twice with difficulty, indicating his agreement with Qin Feng's decision.
Ye Shen, seeing this bizarre scene, knew she could not help. She voluntarily retreated from the battlefield and stood on a high slope in the distance, observing the situation. If things took a turn for the worse, she could at least try not to be a burden to Qin Feng when he retreated.
She could tell that these seven overlord-level monsters were very difficult to deal with, and this operation might very well fail.
As time passed, Qin Feng felt his strength had dwindled to only 1/5 of its original amount. He could no longer afford to waste his strength fighting these monsters; he had to retreat.
At this moment, the black weeds on the ground had grown to Qin Feng's waist. These black weeds were soft and weak, like ordinary grass, and could not restrict his movements or the monsters' movements. Qin Feng did not know what the use of these things was. After all this effort, was it just to make some weeds grow in the middle of the battlefield?
Qin Feng glanced back at 204. The other's body was now completely connected to the earth. He looked more like a withered tree than a person.
Qin Feng stated directly, "I can't continue to block these monsters for you. It's time to retreat!"
204 did not speak, just like a withered tree that cannot speak. Qin Feng, with no other choice, swung his sword and repelled the nearby monsters. Then, he leaped up and fled the battlefield, simultaneously ordering his Red Alert Legion to unleash a barrage of artillery fire to impede the monsters' pursuit.
Standing outside the battlefield, Qin Feng breathed heavily. He did not rush to leave. He intended to see if 204 had succeeded, if he could do as he said and trap these monsters.
If the other party failed, it would not be too late for him to leave. With the cover of the Red Alert Legion, the strength he had preserved was enough for a safe retreat.
As Qin Feng retreated from the battlefield, several monsters slowly approached 204. They knew that a person had been kneeling there, opposing them. Now that person had turned into a withered tree, and they didn't know why, but they instinctively knew this person was a threat to them and had to be eliminated, even if it was just a withered tree.
After killing this person, they would then pursue the person who had just opposed them.
These seven overlord-level monsters were very intelligent because they were once human. They understood that to grow, they had to find Qin Feng, as only Qin Feng could kill them and allow them to evolve.
Thus, one monster approached the withered tree and directly slammed its huge palm onto it. The monster's massive physique and its powerful, enormous palm could deform not only a withered tree but even a piece of steel with a single blow!
However, when the monster's fist landed on the withered tree, it felt like hitting a pile of mud. The withered tree did not break; instead, it firmly trapped the monster's hand.
And in that instant, the black weeds that had grown from the ground seemed to come alive. They entangled all the other six monsters present. The weeds only grew to the monsters' ankles, but they were incredibly sticky, like a person's feet sinking into mud, greatly restricting the monsters' movements.
The black weeds extended upwards along the monsters' ankles. With every inch they grew, the monsters' movements were further restricted. They wanted to pull their feet out of the grass, which was already very difficult. When they managed to pull out one foot, the black weeds on the other foot would grow rapidly. They could only place the foot they had pulled out back into the black grass to gain leverage and pull out the other foot.
This repeated process made the monsters' movement speed incredibly slow.
The black weeds grew faster and became stickier, and the monsters began to sense that something was wrong.