He actually found something, a wooden stick.
Then, Young Master Chang Feng quickly fashioned it into a short spear.
With a weapon in hand, Chang Feng no longer evaded but took the initiative to strike, seeking out the vicious dog.
A man and a dog met at the entrance of the village, their eyes locked in a deathly stare, filled with murderous intent.
Chang Feng shouted, not retreating as he charged with the short spear.
Nobody would have thought that a Chief Disciple of the Shenxiao Sect would one day struggle in a life-and-death fight against a vicious dog at the entrance of a village.
The vicious dog tore and bit, the short spear stabbed wildly; blood splattered, the scene was extremely gruesome.
The two battled from the head to the tail of the village.
When the wooden spear broke, Chang Feng used his fists, his teeth, anything—he fought desperately for a sliver of hope to survive, unwilling to perish in an unknown barren village, especially not willing to die within an illusion.
In the end, he actually did it.
Young Master Chang Feng truly killed the black vicious dog. He was covered in blood, wounds all over, and blood was still spurting from the bite marks on his neck.
"Now, I should be able to break this illusion," he panted heavily, almost collapsing from exhaustion.
Is this what mortal combat is like?
Looking at his hands full of scars, his entire body trembled.
However, Young Master Chang Feng did not witness the breaking of the illusion; instead, he saw two identical black vicious dogs, one on the left and one on the right, casually walking out of the nearby alleys.
This sight instantly stiffened Young Master Chang Feng’s face. Then, a mix of despair and fear bubbled up from deep within his heart and completely took over.
"Why is this happening?" he roared unwillingly.
However, as the roar echoed, the two vicious dogs immediately charged at him, knocking him to the ground and brutally tearing at him.
Young Master Chang Feng screamed miserably, trying desperately to struggle, but it was in vain.
One vicious dog was already hard enough to deal with, let alone two, and now he was too wounded to fight back.
In despair and helplessness, Young Master Chang Feng eventually stopped moving and was torn to death by the two vicious dogs.
As for everything that happened in the dream, no one in the outside world knew.
Above the city of Tianchang City.
It was only a moment, but the three that were preparing to escape, as if losing consciousness, suddenly fell from mid-air. The sound of them hitting the ground echoed, and they created large craters, yet they showed no signs of waking up, and their life force appeared strong, without a single injury.
This eerie scene was beyond comprehension.
"It’s resolved, pity, my target this time wasn’t you, but it doesn’t matter now," Yang Wei slowly descended from mid-air. He was at the Soul Realm, with unmastered flying abilities, still learning.
Approaching the bodies of the three men.
Without any excessive movements, Yang Wei took out a long spear from his magic artifact storage; this long spear, made of Transcendent metal, was the best cold weapon that could be made on Earth.
Holding the long spear, he raised his hand and thrust it down. The sharp spearhead pierced through the opponent’s skull. To be certain, he plunged it a few more times.
After confirming that the three were thoroughly dead, he crouched beside the corpses to search them.
"Still, it’s me, Wei, who really gets things done. Self-reliant, hunting monsters when short of money, looting bodies for equipment, quietly developing and stunning everyone."