This is a strange plane.
Towering giant trees over twenty meters high, floating mountains scattered across the sky, dense rainforests filled with exotic, colorful plants, with various flora and fauna glowing at night, like a garden of fantasy dreams.
It's like the devils living in a sea of blood.
Humans live in the steel jungle.
And in this beautiful environment, there also live some indigenous residents.
Gazing at the body lying in the pool of blood, Chen Feng's eyes were deep, evidently pondering something. The opponent's feet were large and covered with calluses, clearly accustomed to the jungle's environment, even without needing shoes, they could move freely around here.
Their skin was gray, making it difficult to spot them with the naked eye in the dark. Their necks were long, appearing somewhat disproportionate from a human perspective, but their noses were large, resembling a lion's nose, perhaps enhancing their sense of smell.
Besides, there was a weapon next to him, a [spear], with a wooden handle and a polished stone tip.
Chen Feng picked up the spear, gently tossing it to the ground, the hard earth was pierced through as if it were tofu.
Very sharp!
Chen Feng's pupils contracted into a thin line.
Jungle warfare is different from combat on flat terrain.
As natives living here, these [people] evidently possessed stronger innate advantages. But the question remains, what was their purpose for coming here, just looking around, or scouting?
Chen Feng's ear twitched slightly, his gaze sharply turned to the side.
He heard a faint noise.
Barely noticeable.
But clearly the sound of weeds brushing against the ground.
A whip lashed out, flames tearing through the dark night, followed by a scream, and a living native was bound directly in front of Chen Feng.
"*&..."
This was a living native, clearly with a gunshot wound on his right leg, preventing him from getting far. The other spoke some native language, but the exact words were inaudible.
Interrogation?
Chen Feng, with the Demon Horn, indeed had the perception ability to interrogate and gain some information.
However, the efficiency was too slow; no one knew whether what the native was saying was true. To Chen Feng, he had a better method.
The Undead Mage appeared in the center of the crowd.
Familiar with Chen Feng's summoner abilities, the surrounding warriors showed no differing expressions; some were curious to look under the cloak at the skeletal face.
"Begin."
With Chen Feng's command, the Undead Mage raised the staff, and piercing it through the native's neck the next second.
The Bone Staff instantly pierced through the native's neck, accompanied by a crunching sound, foul blood sprayed out as the native's body slumped to the ground, the face still retaining traces of fear of the surroundings and a desire for life.
Faced with this scene.
Chen Feng stood expressionless on the ground, as if a mouse or an insect had died before him, sparking no discomfort at all.
He adheres to the forest law.
The vast plane is a shady jungle where too many hunters reside. Just like in human realms, when discovered by insects and monsters, they react first, most humans were killed; here, the roles of Chen Feng and the natives are similar.
Unknown creatures are Hell, eternal threats, any existence posing a danger should be explored, and if necessary, slain without hesitation.
Through the ages, no force has won a battlefield relying on [kindness]; to win a war, to gain the upper hand, one relies on slaughter and conquest.
This is very cruel.
But this is reality.
Though he could summon the Demon Horn to communicate, Chen Feng didn't trust his ears; he trusted only his eyes.
"Ooooh..."
Not long after, a painful howl emanated from the native's body, sharp and hoarse, some warriors couldn't endure the noise and covered their ears.
A ghost emerged.
The Undead Mage, mastering wonderful black magic, in a moment forged a living life into a ghost.
Having died too tragically, the ghost was born with traits of curses and resentment, glaring viciously at everyone, giving the illusion it would pounce at any second.
"Bang!"
A soft sound.
The ghost suddenly exploded in the next moment, followed by fragments of memories replaying, the surrounding people looked as if watching a silent movie, displaying astonishment on their faces.
Through detonating souls to explore the opponent's memories, this is a technique adeptly used by the Undead Mage.
However, these memories are merely fragments, and many images flash by quickly. At this moment, Chen Feng stands attentively aside, carefully watching everything before him.
Useful fragments have been sifted out.
A swamp.
A group of peculiar-looking Natives.