Ultimate Master in Urban

Chapter 1850 - 1881: By the Yellow River

As more and more people became Ye Feng's believers, the Power of Faith surrounding Ye Feng grew ever thicker.Ye Feng could clearly feel the nourishment of those powers of faith on his body, as well as the gradual recovery of his cultivation.

The cyan Incense Burner he carried was now starting to mend with faint, thread-like seams.

Everything was developing in the direction Ye Feng desired. Each time he took a few steps, a large number of Yin Beasts fell dead on the ground below.

Without exception, the corpses of these Yin Beasts were absorbed into the Incense Burner. The energy transformed from the Yin Beast corpses, when mixed together with the Power of Faith, accelerated the mending speed of the cracks on the Incense Burner significantly.

In the blink of an eye, a day had passed, and within this day, Ye Feng had traversed half of Earth.

The people in each city were not only helped by Ye Feng but also exhibited a thrilling potential for a believer that enchanted Ye Feng.

This left Ye Feng somewhat speechless yet he bestowed these believers with power, endowing them with the capability and capital to battle the Yin Beasts.

In the early morning, Ye Feng, journeying through the air, arrived at a river's surroundings, with turbulent yellow waters flowing in the river.

As the surging waters roared by, they shot up from the riverbed. Apart from a few men patrolling the banks on both sides of the river, everyone else had fallen into a deep slumber.

In such successive disasters, all the people were deeply exhausted; each pair of eyes tightly shut, on the verge of sleeping themselves to death.

Even the patrolling men had red eyes, a rare fatigue evident in their eyes, and despite the drowsiness threatening to overwhelm their minds, they gritted their teeth and held on, awaiting the next shift to awaken and relieve them.

On a straw pile, a young man clad in ragged black clothes took a fierce drag on the cigarette in his hand. Inhaling deeply, he felt somewhat invigorated as he exhaled the smoke.

As the black-clothed youth used this method to refresh himself, his eyes, like two lanterns in the night, scanned the surroundings, ensuring that he'd be the first to spot any fierce beast.

Suddenly, the spot where the black-clothed youth stood on the grass pile began to tremble slightly, a phenomenon he immediately noticed, furrowing his brow and pondering deeply.

As if realizing something frightening, he bent down to listen to the ground, to confirm what was in his thoughts.

Indeed, as soon as the black-clothed youth's ear hit the grass, he detected numerous dense and high-frequency vibrations reaching his ears.

He sprang up and shouted loudly to everyone, "Wake up, wake up, fierce beasts are coming, fierce beasts are coming."

The black-clothed youth's voice was loud, yet hoarse, to the point where his face appeared somewhat grim.

At this moment, the exhaustion within him completely evaporated, his eyes turning even bloodier, and the anxiety in his heart transformed into a hot stream flowing through his entire body.

The black-clothed youth shouted several dozen more times, and as his words echoed, everyone in their slumber awoke, regardless of age or gender.

Upon opening their eyes, their first action was to grab hold of the knives or whatever weapons they grasped tightly.

Then, just like the black-clothed man, they gazed ahead, their eyes filled with cold intent and nothing more.

Almost at the same moment, such a scene occurred around the banks of the Yellow River, every person from the Yellow River area plunged into such a state of combat readiness.

Soon enough, the dense footsteps swiftly approached from the front, and as the sound echoed thunderously, it ignited a coldness in everyone's hearts like countless lighted lamps.

Each person's eyes widened roundly, filled with both defiance and a hint of icy resolve.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill..."

The word "kill" jumped out from between the teeth of every person by the Yellow River, as they surged towards where the black-clothed youth stood, awaiting the imminent beast invasion.

As time trickled by, all including the black-clothed youth clearly witnessed the scene before them.

The fierce beasts approaching were not the same as before; their blood-red eyes heralded an ominous foreboding for the black-clothed youth and others.

Merely seeing this sight instilled a sense of terror in the hearts of the black-clothed youth and his companions, dissipating the hard-won courage.

For they knew as they clearly saw, this unprecedented horde of fierce beasts was beyond their capability to resist.

The mere aura emanating from these beasts had already instilled fear, sapping any remaining strength for further battle.

"Run."

Amongst the crowd, someone first shouted this word, which, like a resounding firecracker, tore a seam through the crowd and seeped into each person's heart.

Everyone who heard the voice stumbled momentarily as they gritted their teeth and fled in all directions.

The young man too retreated backwards, yet no matter how fast they fled, the fierce beasts closing from behind were faster.

In the tug-of-war of speeds, the black-clothed youth realized they couldn't escape. Only by standing and fighting might they have a sliver of survival; otherwise, death awaited them with no alternative.

But the situation was already chaotic, with minds scattered everywhere; how could they gather strength for another battle?

Nonetheless, the black-clothed youth resolutely refused to see person after person die before him. He shouted mightily to all present.

"Stop, stop, don't be afraid, stop, fight them, or you'll all die, you'll all die, stop!"

"..."

Yet, as his desperate and urgent voice spread, not a single person heeded his words. Everyone continued to flee forward.