The entire camp awoke simultaneously amid the fireworks, and in less than five minutes, the teams had already heavily encircled Chen Feng and his companions in the center. "Simon, what's going on?" A burly man, easily over two meters tall, stood bare-chested, his muscles bulging like knots beneath the firelight, looking exceptionally imposing.

"Cough, cough..." A thin line of blood seeped from Simon's mouth. He pointed at Chen Feng and stated, "We've found a spy..." "A spy?" The burly man's leopard-like eyes widened, and his roar thundered like a lightning strike.

Coupled with his square face, Chen Feng felt like he was facing Goro Daimon from another world. "Looks like this is the commander of the Close Combat Camp!" Chen Feng understood instantly upon seeing his appearance.

"This kid is the one? I could throw three of him with just one hand!" the giant bellowed, lumbering toward Chen Feng like a prehistoric monster.

Chen Feng remained rooted to the spot, not moving an inch, slowly sinking his power downwards as the man approached. "You're the spy?" "If I say I'm not, you just won't believe me!" Chen Feng managed a wry smile.

"You dare talk back?" The giant roared and lunged forward, his massive hands snatching onto Chen Feng's shoulders and yanking downwards forcefully. His right foot suddenly shot out.

It was a textbook wrestling move. With the giant's strength and speed, he fully expected to take down the smaller figure in front of him.

To his surprise, the other party hadn't budged at all, seemingly unaffected. "Hmm, you've got some skill!" he yelled, veins bulging on his forehead.

His eyes snapped wide open, every muscle in his arms tensing as he exerted his strength to the maximum! "Go down..." Simultaneously, he suddenly released the grip in his hands as he roared the command.

How could Chen Feng not know his intention? He smiled slightly, shook his shoulder to completely neutralize the man's strength, suddenly grabbed the giant's shoulders with both hands, and lifted his right leg to chop toward his face.

Bang! A flash of bright light streaked through the air.

Daimon's ultimate move, Gokugokuraku Otoshi (Hell's Ultimate Paradise Drop)! Bang!

Bang! In Chen Feng's hands, the burly man was tossed around like a ragdoll, repeatedly slamming into the ground and creating numerous large craters.

The surrounding crowd froze, completely stunned, unable to believe what they were seeing. The commander of the Close Combat Camp had been utterly battered using close-combat skills, reduced to something resembling a hog's head.

This was truly beyond exasperating! ………………………………………… Chen Feng spread his arms and hurled the giant away, letting out a long breath.

It was exhilarating to use Daimon's moves for the first time! The giant was now dizzy and disoriented, unable to see clearly.

If Chen Feng hadn't held back, that string of heavy slams could have cost him half his life. "Boss..." Wyatt had also been drawn by the fireworks.

Seeing Chen Feng tossing the "Commander of the Close Combat Camp" aside, he strode over, his face grim, and delivered a vicious kick to the giant's side. "Ah..." The giant's injury hadn't been severe, but this kick made him cry out in agony.

His head lolled to the side, and he mercifully passed out. "Are you looking to die?

How dare you lay hands on the Boss?" Wyatt glared angrily. He had no idea why Chen Feng had started fighting these people, but regardless of the reason, a subordinate fighting the master was always wrong.

"He really is the Boss?" The sallow-faced guard struggled to stand, horror dawning in his eyes. He had arrogantly claimed to be the 'Pope' when the other man had introduced himself as the 'Big Boss' just moments ago...

The realization that he had tried to arrest the Boss as a spy made him tremble uncontrollably with fear. Simon finally understood the situation, slapping his forehead and inwardly cursing.

Who else but the legendary Boss, who was in seclusion, could control flame energy with such perfect mastery? Thinking of this, he hurried forward, about to speak, when he heard a rushing wind behind him.

Smack! Wyatt delivered a powerful kick to his lower back, sending him sprawling to the ground, roaring, "Are you blind?

You don't even recognize the Boss! Thank goodness the Boss wasn't injured; if he had been, just wait until I deal with you all..." Chen Feng knew Wyatt was deliberately acting this way to placate him, so he shook his head and stopped him, saying, "Don't be angry, it's fine..." Simon and the others looked utterly dejected, thinking simultaneously, Of course you're fine; we are the ones in trouble...

…… Chen Feng's first meeting with his renowned team, [Sweeping the Horizon], ended in such a farcical manner. However, the fact that Chen Feng had casually taken down two camp commanders immediately spread like wildfire, and the entire force now knew they had a highly skilled boss under the age of nineteen...

……………………………… After Wyatt had thoroughly scolded everyone, Kamm nearly choked laughing beside him. "Wyatt, the good soldiers you trained...

haha, they actually treated the Boss as a spy... haha..." Wyatt's face flushed crimson, yet he had no rebuttal.

Kamm managed recruitment and logistics, but troop training and exercise drills were Wyatt's domain. At this moment, Kamm truly had nothing to say.

"Boss... it is my fault; I willingly accept punishment!" Wyatt stood before Chen Feng, hands clasped, his face ashen.

Chen Feng waved his hand dismissively. "I'm not that delicate; it was a minor incident, let it go!

By the way, have you used up the money I brought last time?" Seeing that the conversation was turning serious, Kamm stifled his laughter, his expression immediately solemn. "A year ago, I noticed the issue of too many people.

I opened up an area outside the barracks where they could train while farming. The grain has already been harvested, so food isn't an issue.

Most of the money was spent on armor and weapons—outfitting over a hundred thousand people cost a total of over five billion..." He was about to detail the full financial breakdown, as the funds were entirely provided by Chen Feng, who should be fully aware of how the money was spent. But before he could finish, Chen Feng waved his hand, interrupting him.

"You don't need to tell me where the money went. I just want to know how much is left and if it's enough." Kamm quickly replied, "There are still over ten billion left in the account, which should last about three more months!" Chen Feng nodded, thinking to himself that an army was indeed a money pit.

Nearly twenty billion was almost entirely spent in just over a year. The saying, 'Don't raise troops without sufficient strength,' held real truth!

"Good. Have everyone prepare.

We set off in half a month!" Chen Feng said after some thought. The force was sufficiently built up, and his own cultivation had temporarily hit a bottleneck, preventing further breakthrough.

It was time to start searching for the path back to the other world. "Leave?" Wyatt and Kamm, who had been feeling stifled here, were instantly excited by these words, jumping up as both pairs of eyes shone brightly.

Chen Feng understood their thoughts, shaking his head with an unceasing smile. ……………………………………………… The moonlight was bright, and Chen Feng couldn't sleep.

He walked with Wyatt toward the mine shaft. The ore had been completely harvested, and much of the magma had been utilized.

Chen Feng had always sensed something strange beneath the lava, and now that his cultivation had advanced, it was time to investigate thoroughly. Both men were Dou Zun experts, so they moved with incredible speed, soon arriving inside the cavern.

The "crater" looked much the same as before, except for the vanished crystals; otherwise, not much had changed. Chen Feng told Wyatt to wait above and immediately twisted, leaping down.

The magma remained fiercely hot, distorting the air with heat. Chen Feng unleashed his Domain, forming a faint protective shield around his body.

Chen Feng dove continuously to over 600 meters. The magma temperature reached a staggering sixty thousand degrees, and even with the Endless Fire Domain, his mind felt slightly hazy.

Moreover, the suction force from below continued to increase, clearly trending towards greater intensity. "At this temperature, even Dark Gold Iron must have melted!" Chen Feng mused.

"I can still withstand this temperature, but going further might be dangerous! Should I proceed or not?" "I'll risk it!

I must see the very bottom today!" Chen Feng hardened his resolve, retrieved a pill from his flask, swallowed it to restore some stamina, gritted his teeth, and continued plunging downward. Gurgle...

The magma churned violently. Chen Feng knew it was time for the fixed-interval ejection of Purple Fire Crystals.

He quickly moved close to the cavern wall and stopped. Whoosh...

Being closer to the bottom this time, he could clearly feel the intense impact force of the Purple Fire Crystals. "If I'm hit directly, my Domain might shatter, and I'll certainly be injured!" Chen Feng thought with alarm.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, the ground beneath him began to churn, and dozens of Purple Fire Crystals shot upward. "Ah..." Chen Feng cried out in an emergency, executing two backward somersaults to shoot toward the other side of the magma flow.

Bang! Bang!

Even with his swift reaction, five managed to penetrate his Domain, striking his legs and chest. "Cough, cough..." He coughed violently, blood streaming from his thigh and chest—he was injured.

The Dark Qi Cyclone within his body immediately surged out to begin healing, mitigating any severe harm. "What is this..." Chen Feng gasped for breath a few times and was about to dive further when his expression suddenly changed.

His spiritual sense detected a smooth, mirror-like surface on the nearby wall—a surface that could not possibly be natural; it had to be man-made! Because on that flat surface, he "saw" some strange drawings.

A giant with two heads, holding a long spear and pointing forward. The drawing was exquisitely executed, standing about seven or eight meters tall.

"This is the style of Senior Yan Long!" Chen Feng declared with certainty. Chen Feng had only seen the "Mysterious Heaven Codex" left by Yan Long, so judging solely by this painting felt somewhat hasty, but the line of text beneath it bore an unmistakable mark.

The entire inscription was written in Chinese. Chen Feng stared at it for a moment, and his expression became utterly complex.

"This volcano... and all these ores...

were all created by Senior Yan Long?"