Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

Outside Longquan Pass, the wind died down. Lin Fan, Jin Buke, Jiang Shuiling and Zhong Ling'er stood in the center of the battlefield. The air around them was still filled with the aftermath of a fierce battle. Feng Yun looked extremely embarrassed at the moment. His originally sharp wind skills could no longer maintain their previous agility. His speed was gradually weakened by Lin Fan's Chaos Tower. He tried to launch a counterattack several times, but was firmly suppressed by Lin Fan and others.

Feng Yun's movements became slower and slower. Several deep sword wounds and water blades appeared on his body, and bloodstains appeared on his green robe. The once invincible wind cultivator was now exhausted, and his breath became disordered. His eyes were filled with anger and unwillingness, and he stared at Lin Fan from time to time, as if looking for the last chance to fight back.

"Damn it! I didn't expect your power to be so strong!" Feng Yun panted, his voice low and hoarse. His heart was full of resentment. He thought he could easily win with his speed and wind skills, but he never thought that the opponent could suppress him, especially Lin Fan's Chaos Tower, which was like the power of heaven and earth, so powerful that he could not resist.

"Your senior brother Long Lie's death is his fate. If you don't retreat, the same fate will be waiting for you." Lin Fan's voice was calm, but the majesty was undeniable. The Chaos Tower slowly rotated above his head, and the ancient and mysterious light still enveloped the surroundings, as if it was an unshakable source of power.

Feng Yun's face turned pale when he heard this. He knew that Lin Fan was not lying. At this moment, his spiritual energy was almost gone and his body was exhausted. If he continued to fight, he might really die here. However, his respect for his senior brother Long Lie and his hatred for this group of people made him unwilling to retreat.

Lin Fan looked at Feng Yun calmly, his eyes like an ancient well, revealing depth in his calmness. He had given the other party a chance to choose, and if Feng Yun insisted on dying, he would never show mercy.

Feng Yun's eyes moved between Lin Fan, Jin Buke, Jiang Shuiling and Zhong Ling'er. He could feel that these people were still determined to fight, and any action they took could trigger a joint attack from the other side. Most importantly, Lin Fan's Chaos Tower brought him an unprecedented sense of oppression, which had penetrated deeply into his heart, making it impossible for him to raise his confidence in victory.

"I will never forget the humiliation of today!" Feng Yun gnashed his teeth and looked at Lin Fan, his eyes filled with complex emotions, anger, unwillingness, and a hint of deep fear. He finally roared, turned into a gust of wind, and quickly fled into the distance. His figure became fainter and fainter in the wind, as if he had never appeared, until he completely disappeared among the mountains.

"He's gone?" Zhong Ling'er finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Feng Yun's figure gradually disappear, but she remained alert and did not completely put down the magic weapon in her hand. "This kind of person may come back at any time."

Jiang Shuiling also frowned and whispered, "This person was able to retreat so easily, which shows that he has a very deep control over wind magic. We must not take it lightly."

Jin Buke slowly put away his sword, the tip of the sword drooping, his expression solemn: "Although the storm has subsided, this is not a permanent solution. He obviously came here to avenge Long Lie, and I'm afraid there are more hidden secrets behind it."

Lin Fan looked at the direction where Feng Yun left, his eyes slightly focused, and a trace of contemplation appeared on his face. Although Feng Yun's retreat resolved the immediate crisis, Lin Fan knew in his heart that this did not mean that they had escaped from the predicament. On the contrary, this might just be the prelude to the storm. Longquanzhou was Long Lie's territory, and Long Lie's death would cause great turmoil in the entire state, and many forces would undergo drastic changes as a result.

"He is not dead yet. I am afraid there will be more enemies coming." Lin Fan said softly, with a hint of helplessness and determination in his voice. After the battle, the slight relaxation had disappeared, replaced by a calm response to the upcoming enemies.

Zhong Linger looked up at Lin Fan, feeling heavy in her heart. She knew that Lin Fan was always known for his calmness, and even when facing a powerful enemy, he would not easily show his emotions. However, his words now were obviously preparing for the more difficult battle to come.

"Lin Fan, what should we do next?" Jiang Shuiling stepped forward, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes. Fengyun's strength should not be underestimated, and there are still many forces in Longquanzhou that have not yet appeared, especially those who are more powerful than Long Lie. Their movements will determine the future situation.

"We need to gain a foothold in Longquan Pass as soon as possible." Lin Fan said slowly, his eyes sweeping across the dilapidated city wall. "Although this is just a pass in Longquan Prefecture, the terrain is important. If we defend it, we will have the capital to fight against other forces."

Jin Buke nodded and said, "I agree with Lin Fan's opinion. Longquan Pass is easy to defend but difficult to attack. If we can set up a good defensive formation here, we can use it as a base to resist attacks from other forces."

"But we need time." Zhong Ling'er said softly, with a hint of hesitation in her eyes, "Feng Yun won't give us too much time. Once he recovers his strength, he will probably come back with more enemies."

"That's why we have to split up." Lin Fan turned to look at the three of them, his expression firm, "Zhong Ling'er, you continue to patrol the pass to make sure there are no potential threats. Jin Buke, you and I will set up a defensive formation. Jiang Shuiling, you try to contact some of the small forces near Longquan Pass to see if it's possible to form a temporary alliance to fight against the upcoming enemy together."

The three of them nodded. Although Lin Fan's arrangement was brief, it was very targeted and pointed out a clear direction for them. The next action was related to whether Longquan Pass could be held and whether they were able to face more enemies.

Time waits for no one, and the four of them immediately took action. Zhong Ling'er quickly jumped onto the city wall and patrolled around the pass, with the magic weapon in her hand constantly emitting light, sensing any abnormal spiritual power fluctuations; Jin Buke and Lin Fan searched for key nodes inside the pass and arranged formations to strengthen defense; while Jiang Shuiling used secret techniques to transmit her own spiritual power fluctuations to the distance, trying to find those potential allies.

The sun gradually sank to the west, and the afterglow of the sunset illuminated the entire Longquan Pass in golden color. The air around them still carried the residual heat from the battle, and the broken walls were left with traces of the fierce battle, and the blood was not yet dry, but Lin Fan and the others looked extremely focused.

Zhong Ling'er stood on the city wall, looking into the distance, with a complex look in her eyes: "Long Lie is dead, but the turmoil in Longquanzhou is far from over... I hope we can gain a foothold here."

"We can definitely do it." Jiang Shuiling's voice came from a distance, with determination. She has successfully contacted several monks from small forces who are dissatisfied with Long Lie. They may not be strong, but at least they are willing to cooperate with Lin Fan and others at this moment.

As night fell, inside Longquan Pass, Lin Fan and Jin Buke stood in front of a formation that had just been set up, their eyes deep. Lin Fan raised his head and looked into the darkness in the distance, as if he saw endless challenges and enemies.

"This is just the beginning," he whispered, with conviction in his voice.

Jin Buk gripped his sword tightly and smiled: "No matter how many enemies there are, we will fight to the end."

"Yes, we will never back down." Lin Fan looked at Jin Buke, his eyes gleaming, "No matter how many difficulties and obstacles there are ahead, we will face them one by one until the final victory."

The night wind at Longquan Pass gradually grew colder, but the hearts of Lin Fan and the others were extremely hot. The aftermath of the battle had subsided, but a more intense storm was brewing.