Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Warning from the Professional Alliance, A New Dungeon Challenge

Very soon, the news that the Four Seas Gang had sealed off the Greenhill Town dungeon spread like wildfire. The rumors sparked a huge uproar. The Alliance of Professionals issued a stern warning to the Four Seas Gang: if they blocked access to a dungeon again, they would face severe consequences.

After all, dungeons of all kinds were the arenas where professionals leveled up and fought monsters; they were not territories that any single organization could simply occupy at will. Even though the Four Seas Gang had only temporarily blocked the Greenhill Town dungeon, such behavior was unacceptable.

The Alliance of Professionals was a union formed by all professionals working together. It held immense influence in Great Xia, far beyond what the Four Seas Gang could hope to rival.

Inside the Four Seas Gang headquarters, their leader Zhao Wujie was furious, hurling insults at his son Zhao Haoran.

“Are you insane? Do you really think our Four Seas Gang is invincible? You dared to seal off a dungeon—have you no fear of public outrage? If you anger the Alliance of Professionals, we’ll be finished! If you die, that’s your business, but don’t drag us all down with you! For now, stay put—you’re not to go anywhere. Just stay quietly in the gang headquarters! You’ve already reached a high enough level, so focus on preparing for the university entrance exams!”

Zhao Wujie berated Zhao Haoran relentlessly. Zhao Haoran kept his head down, not daring to utter a word. After a moment, he asked, “Dad, what about Song Jiji and his group?”

“I’ve already sent people to investigate. Leave this matter alone! Anyone capable of making Song Jiji and his dozen companions vanish in an instant is not someone our Four Seas Gang can afford to offend,” Zhao Wujie replied coldly, then dismissed his son.

Zhao Haoran was now level seventeen, more than qualified to apply to Tsinghua and Peking University. Even if he couldn’t level up while confined to the headquarters these next few days, it wouldn’t affect his entrance exams.

Meanwhile, as night fell, Yang Feng returned once more to the Greenhill Town dungeon. This was his fifth entry. With his rising level, the number of Raven Warriors under his command had grown to eighty.

Having gained experience from previous runs, Yang Feng was now highly familiar with the Greenhill Town dungeon. Upon entering, a bold idea struck him.

“If I stick to the old methods, it feels a bit dull. I should try a whole new approach—if it works, it’ll be a huge advantage for future dungeon runs.”

With that thought, Yang Feng summoned all his Raven Warriors.

A vast, dark mass of Raven Warriors swept into Greenhill Town like a tide. The monsters inhabiting the town quickly noticed the incoming flock, but the Raven Warriors didn’t waste time tangling with ordinary creatures. Instead, they all rushed straight toward the dungeon’s endpoint.

Thus, a bizarre phenomenon unfolded in Greenhill Town: eighty Raven Warriors soared overhead, while countless Wind Wolves chased them across the ground. Trailing behind the Wind Wolves was Yang Feng himself, smiling as he followed the pack.

With the Raven Warriors’ upgraded abilities, Yang Feng could now control them from over a kilometer away. He simply needed to stay within that range to direct their actions.

Eighty Raven Warriors, leading hundreds of Wind Wolves, charged straight to the lair of the Wind Wolf Leader. Upon arrival, their presence startled the leader awake. The Wind Wolf Leader immediately attacked, but the Raven Warriors ignored it, instead corralling the leader and masses of ordinary Wind Wolves together under Yang Feng’s command.

At that moment, Yang Feng approached. Under his direction, the Raven Warriors suddenly launched an assault against the ordinary Wind Wolves.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Simultaneously, Yang Feng unleashed his Fireball spell. Explosions shook the ground, causing it to tremble violently. One by one, the Wind Wolves fell. Prompt messages flooded Yang Feng’s mind, so many that he couldn’t be bothered to check them. He kept casting Fireball, launching over a dozen massive fireballs. The explosions scorched the earth, and the Wind Wolf Leader was killed instantly in the inferno.

Soon, countless Wind Wolves charged into the crater left by the blasts.

“After them!” Yang Feng commanded.

The Raven Warriors pursued the fleeing Wind Wolves into the pit. At the bottom, alongside the ordinary Wind Wolves, lurked the Wind Wolf King. The Raven Warriors chased hundreds of Wind Wolves into the pit, with Yang Feng bringing up the rear. As he entered, a flash of white light enveloped him.

He had leveled up!

Yang Feng had reached level sixteen! After slaying the Wind Wolf Leader, he advanced to level sixteen, all in less than ten minutes since entering the dungeon. Gaining a whole level in ten minutes—such a pace was nothing short of astounding!

The Raven Warriors swooped deeper into the pit, drawing all the monsters inside after them. By the time they reached the bottom, hundreds of Wind Wolves—both ordinary and elite—had gathered, packed tightly together.

The Wind Wolf King opened its eyes, bewildered by the scene. What was going on here?

“We meet again, Wind Wolf King!” Yang Feng called out as he approached.

He then ordered the Raven Warriors to attack.

The Raven Warriors halted their flight and began their assault.

Arrow of Feathers!

Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!

Countless feathered arrows shot forth, felling Wind Wolves in droves.

Fireball spell!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Huge fireballs rained down, explosions echoing through the pit, threatening to collapse it entirely. Yang Feng’s experience bar soared, with system notifications pouring in. Materials and items flowed into his storage bag.

The Wind Wolf King, newly awakened, succumbed after dozens of violent explosions, collapsing on the ground. Compared to previous runs, its demise was quicker—and more brutal. Although it suffered terribly, the pain lasted only a few seconds before death claimed it.