Dapeng's Time Travel Life

Chapter 230 Tracking Cao Long's Mysterious Stronghold

Inside the tent, the candlelight flickered, casting dappled shadows on Zhang Peng's resolute face. The news brought by Wang Yongli was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples. "Cao Long, that 'Shadow Evil Dragon' has gotten involved in this mess again," Zhang Peng muttered to himself, his fists clenching unconsciously until his knuckles turned white.

“Patriarch, according to reliable sources, Cao Long has been frequently appearing near Lingwu Valley recently, and has been in close contact with a mysterious force.” Wang Yongli stepped forward, his expression solemn, his eyes flashing with vigilance.

Zhang Peng's eyes were sharp as he looked out at the night outside the tent. He said in a deep voice, "Lingwu Valley has always been an important stronghold of the mysterious forces. It seems that Cao Long has completely become their henchman. This time, we must find him no matter what, follow the clues, and expose the true face of the mysterious forces."

The following morning, Zhang Peng, along with Wang Yongli and several elite disciples of the Qingyun Sect, embarked on their pursuit of Lingwu Valley. Lingwu Valley was shrouded in thick fog year-round, its terrain complex and riddled with traps and mechanisms, resembling a giant maze. Zhang Peng and his companions proceeded cautiously, each step taken with utmost care, lest they trigger any hidden dangers.

"Master, the fog ahead is getting thicker, and it seems like a strange force is interfering with our senses," a disciple said in a low voice, his voice tinged with tension.

Zhang Peng activated the Chaos Spirit Technique, and five-colored spiritual power circulated around his body, forming a faint shield to resist the erosion of the strange power in the mist: "Everyone be careful, stay alert, and don't get scattered."

Just then, a slight noise came from ahead, and Zhang Peng immediately raised his hand to signal everyone to stop. He focused his mind and sensed the movement around him. After a moment, he whispered, "There are people here, probably Cao Long's men. Let's approach quietly."

The group crouched low and moved slowly forward. Through the thick fog, they saw several dark figures gathered together, seemingly discussing something. Zhang Peng gave a signal to his disciples, and the group instantly spread out, forming a fan-shaped encirclement.

"Who goes there?" A dark figure seemed to sense something was wrong, suddenly stood up, and shouted loudly.

Zhang Peng and his men no longer concealed themselves and launched an attack instantly. Multicolored spiritual energy flashed, and various spells shot towards the shadowy figures. The shadowy figures, clearly unprepared for the attack, were thrown into disarray. However, being Cao Long's subordinates, they reacted swiftly and quickly organized a counterattack.

"Hmph, so you're from the Qingyun Sect. Zhang Peng, do you think you can catch us like this?" A shrill voice rang out, and a dark figure cast a dark spell, sending a pillar of black flame hurtling towards Zhang Peng.

Zhang Peng snorted coldly and unleashed a defensive move from the Chaos Spirit Technique, easily blocking the pillar of black flames. He flashed, appearing like a ghost before the shadowy figure, his spiritual energy coalescing into a sword, which he then thrust forward fiercely.

"Ah!" The shadowy figure screamed, flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground. The other shadowy figures, seeing this, were terrified and tried to flee. But Zhang Peng and his men wouldn't let them go. After a fierce battle, the shadowy figures all fell to the ground, unable to resist.

Zhang Peng stepped forward and grabbed a slightly injured figure in the shadows: "Tell me, where is Cao Long?"

A flicker of fear crossed the shadowy figure's eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "You want me to betray the boss? Dream on!"

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Peng's eyes: "It seems you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin." With that, he increased the pressure of spiritual energy on his hand, and the dark figure immediately broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.

"I'll talk, I'll talk!" The shadowy figure finally couldn't take it anymore. "Cao Long has a secret stronghold in the valley. It's heavily guarded and protected by many experts. If you go there, you'll only be dead."

Zhang Peng released his grip and said coldly, "Lead the way!"

Led by the shadowy figure, Zhang Peng and his group headed towards Cao Long's stronghold. Along the way, they encountered several patrolling enemies, but Zhang Peng and his men skillfully dealt with them all. Finally, they arrived at a huge cave, surrounded by black mist and faint fluctuations of spiritual energy.

“This is it,” the shadowy figure said, trembling.

Zhang Peng looked at the cave before him, a sense of unease creeping into his heart. He knew that an even fiercer battle was about to begin.