The three Demon Beasts didn’t even see what hit them before their bodies were sliced into chunks of flesh.

"What kind of flying technique is that?"

"He’s not using any air currents or directional thrusters!"

"Damn it, he’s actually flying, not gliding!"

Inside the great hall, countless people stared with their heads tilted back, completely dumbfounded.

The mobility Han Feng was displaying completely surpassed their understanding of a technological product like the Wingsuit.

This wasn’t technology.

This was the legendary Sword Flight!

"Han Feng..."

Zhang Hao muttered to himself, his eyes also filled with shock.

He knew Han Feng was strong, but he never imagined he was *this* strong.

In mid-air, Han Feng’s Spiritual Vision was fully active.

The Spirit Bodies, which were difficult to harm with physical attacks, were nothing more than chaotic clusters of Spiritual Energy in his eyes.

A Spirit Body silently drifted toward him from the side, attempting to invade his body.

Without looking back, Han Feng made a backhanded slash.

A wisp of incomparably pure, silver Sword Essence shot out from his fingertip.

TSSSK!

The Spirit Body let out a silent shriek as it was instantly purified by the Sword Essence, dissolving into the purest form of Energy.

A cool stream of energy flowed back into Han Feng’s body along the trail of Sword Essence.

[Ding! High-purity Spiritual Energy absorbed. Spiritual Strength +1.2]

[Heart Clarity and Nature Seeing Skill Proficiency +5]

’Just as I thought, it’s a buffet.’

A smirk touched Han Feng’s lips as his Divine Sense focused with immense concentration.

He saw it. The Golden Crowned Eagle King was staring at him mockingly, seemingly intrigued by this "little bug" that could fly.

Han Feng locked his eyes on it as well.

’First, take down the leader.’

Without a moment’s hesitation, he raised his left hand, the dark muzzle of his gun aimed squarely at the Tier Two Peak aerial overlord.

"Using a gun? Against a Tier Two Peak?"

Lei Qianjun, who saw this, nearly had his eyes pop out of his head.

"That beast’s feathers are harder than Tier Three Alloy Armor!"

A flash of human-like disdain crossed the Golden Crowned Eagle King’s eyes. It didn’t even bother to dodge.

Han Feng pulled the trigger.

The "Sand Python" pistol let out a low roar.

A Tier Two Spiritual Energy Armor-Piercing Bullet shot out of the barrel.

But this bullet was different.

Its surface was tightly wrapped in a spiral of silver Sword Essence, and its trajectory wasn’t a straight line but a bizarre arc through the air!

The Golden Crowned Eagle King’s massive pupils contracted violently.

It finally sensed a fatal threat.

It let out an enraged cry, trying to flap its wings to evade.

Too late.

Guided by the Divine Sense Lock powered by Han Feng’s 501 points of Spiritual Strength, the bullet seemed to have eyes of its own.

It bypassed the hardest parts of the skull and chest plate, and from an impossibly tricky angle, it precisely drilled into the palm-sized, most weakly defended gap where the Golden Crowned Eagle King’s wing root connected to its body!

PFFT!

The sound of the bullet entering flesh was soft.

But the consequences were devastating.

The Sword Essence and Spiral Force infused into the bullet erupted inside its body!

"SKREEE—!"

The Golden Crowned Eagle King let out a horrifyingly shrill cry, its massive body stiffening abruptly in mid-air.

The next second, countless strands of silver Sword Qi burst out from within its body, shredding its internal organs into a mist of blood that filled the air.

Its enormous body fell rigidly from the sky.

BOOM!

With a massive crash, it slammed into the ground, creating a large crater and sending dust and debris flying.

The entire Trading Hall fell deathly silent.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, staring in disbelief at the figure hovering in mid-air and the thoroughly dead Tier Two Peak Demon Beast on the ground.

One shot?

A single shot was all it took to instantly kill a Tier Two Peak aerial overlord?

Was that really something a human could do?

GULP.

Wang Meng swallowed hard. Watching Han Feng’s back, he felt his idol had grown even taller in his eyes.

"Holy mother of..."

Han Feng ignored the shock from below.

Killing the Golden Crowned Eagle King threw the swarm of Demon Beasts in the sky into a moment of chaos.

He seized the opportunity, his pistol firing wildly as he unleashed a torrent of Sword Essence and bullets.

Spiral Charge!

Reversal of Heaven and Earth!

His figure left a series of afterimages in the air. The appearance of each one was accompanied by the fall of a High Tier Demon Beast.

In less than a minute, he had cleanly dispatched another three Tier Two Late Stage Flying Demon Beasts.

The sky was cleared.

After all that, the Sword Essence in Han Feng’s body was mostly depleted.

He dived down, landing steadily beside the smoking control console in the center of the hall.

"Move."

He said to Zhou Qi.

Zhou Qi, still in a state of immense shock, subconsciously took a step back.

Han Feng wasted no more words. He reached out with his right hand and placed it directly on the massive Energy Crystal Pillar.

Divine Sense, Spiritual Vision, and Energy Perception Field—all three abilities activated at once!

In an instant, the complex Rune Array was no longer a jumble of incomprehensible circuits in his eyes. It transformed into a crystal-clear diagram of the Energy flow.

Which node was blocked, which circuit was burned out, which Rune was worn down—it was all perfectly clear at a glance.

More importantly, relying on the legacy of the Cyan Cloud Spirit Martial Technique, he saw the fundamental flaws in this "Gaia Universal Rune System."

’Redundant structure, irrational Energy Circuit design, and far too much efficiency sacrificed for the sake of stability.’

Han Feng shook his head.

He didn’t have time for a complete overhaul.

He channeled his remaining Sword Essence into his fingertip. Using his finger as a brush and the air as his canvas, he began to draw Runes out of thin air.

The Runes he drew were not the commonly used Gaia Runes of the present day.

Instead, they were the more ancient, more concise Dao Patterns of the Cyan Cloud Sword Sect, which contained the fundamental principles of heaven and earth!

"What’s he doing? Just scribbling?" a technician who couldn’t understand muttered under his breath.

"Shut up!"

Zhou Qi’s eyes, however, were glued to Han Feng’s fingers, his breathing growing ragged.

"That’s not just scribbling! Those are Ancient Dao Patterns!"

"My God, he’s using ’Energy Bridging’ to bypass the damaged circuits and reconstruct the Energy Circuits!"

As a genius from the Spiritual Energy Technology Academy, Zhou Qi recognized the ingenuity of Han Feng’s method at a single glance.

It was a stroke of pure genius!

"What are you standing around for?"

Han Feng barked without turning his head.

"West side, backup energy port three! Maximum power output! Inject it into the node I just drew!"

"Ah? Oh! Yes, sir!"

As if waking from a dream, Zhou Qi hurriedly directed his subordinates.

A powerful torrent of Spiritual Power, guided by Zhou Qi, was precisely injected into the temporary Dao Pattern node Han Feng had just finished drawing.

VMMMM!

The entire hall’s Defense Array flashed brightly.

"It’s working!"

Zhou Qi’s face was flushed with excitement.

"Don’t celebrate too early. This is only temporary."

Han Feng’s face was a little pale. The dual drain of his Divine Sense and Sword Essence was putting immense pressure on him.

He didn’t dare to stop. His fingers flew, creating one exquisite Ancient Dao Pattern after another, which then merged into the Crystal Pillar, repairing the damaged structures.

Under his command, Zhou Qi’s technical team became the most efficient assistants, precisely allocating every bit of Energy.

Outside, the Demon Beasts and Spirit Bodies launched another ferocious assault.

"Hold the line! Buy Han Feng some time!"

Zhang Hao roared, his Battle Saber swinging in a curtain of light.

Lei Qianjun guarded the other side, his Warhammer swinging, sending a cluster of Demon Beasts flying with every strike.

Wang Meng, holding his Large Axe like a Gate God, didn’t retreat a single step.

Time ticked by, second by second.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Han Feng’s forehead was covered in cold sweat, but the hand drawing the Runes remained as steady as a mountain.

Finally, after carving the last core stabilizing Dao Pattern, he slapped the Crystal Pillar hard.

"Activate!"

Zhou Qi instinctively slammed the restart button.

VWOOM—!

An azure Energy Shield, ten times brighter and a hundred times thicker than before, shot up from the base of the hall, instantly enveloping the entire Trading Hall!

A layer of silver, ancient Dao Patterns—ones that Han Feng had drawn and Zhou Qi’s team couldn’t comprehend at all—flowed across the Shield’s surface.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Countless Demon Beasts and Spirit Bodies crashed against the Shield, but they were instantly purified into nothingness by the silver Dao Patterns without causing even the slightest ripple.

"It worked... We did it!"

"It’s holding! We survived!"

Cheers of survival erupted throughout the hall.

Everyone looked at the indestructible Shield, then at the figure leaning against the Crystal Pillar, gasping for breath. Their eyes held nothing but awe.

Han Feng waved a hand, indicating he was fine.

He felt the empty reserves of Sword Essence and his nearly depleted Divine Sense, yet a smile appeared on his face.