High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

His eyes were bloodshot, as if he’d fallen into some kind of frenzy.

"The spiritual interference is too strong! I can’t hold on much longer!"

Su Yue’s teeth were chattering as she bit down hard on her lip.

The light from her Calm Heart Pendant flickered erratically, clearly at its limit.

"Han Feng! Do something!" Zhang Hao screamed, his eyes looking ready to burst.

"This thing is only so big!"

Veins bulged on Han Feng’s forehead as he roared, frantically channeling his Sword Essence to maintain the field of light.

"Everyone climb up! Grab the rope! Climb into the light!"

Zhang Hao didn’t hesitate for a second. He pulled the Soul-Stabilizing Pearl from his clothes.

He flung it toward Liu Cheng, who was at the very bottom.

"Old Liu! Catch!"

The Soul-Stabilizing Pearl streaked through the air.

Liu Cheng caught it instinctively, and a cool sensation instantly flooded his mind, clearing his chaotic thoughts.

In that instant, his will to survive flared.

Su Yue, hanging at the edge of the light field, was the first to react.

She gave up trying to keep her Wingsuit stable.

With all her might, she used her arms to haul herself two meters up the rope.

The moment her head and torso entered the field of light, the soul-Tearing Spiritual Shock vanished.

She began to gasp for air.

"Fuck! My damn points!"

Gu Yun cursed under his breath, pulling a talisman from his clothes and slapping it forward.

BOOM!

A small firestorm erupted ahead, clearing a patch of the lunging Spirit Bodies.

The light of the Yang Suppressing Disc stabilized.

"Quick! Everyone, climb up!"

Su Yue caught her breath and immediately shouted to the people below.

The others behind her followed her example.

Tormented by both Illusions and Spiritual Attacks, they scrambled madly upward.

The whole team became a writhing, chaotic "meat skewer" in the air.

Everyone desperately tried to squeeze into the sphere of light, which was only ten meters in diameter.

The shifting weight caused the Iron-Feathered Vulture to cry out in pain, its flight path becoming erratic.

"Stay the fuck still!"

Han Feng’s eyes were Crimson. His Divine Sense, Sword Essence, and stamina were all stretched to their absolute limit.

In the abnormally high-pressure environment of this gray period, the Yang Suppressing Disc was being drained at an astonishing rate.

"It can last another ten minutes!" Han Feng roared.

He used his Divine Sense to forcibly seize control of the Iron-Feathered Vulture’s motor functions.

He steered the half-crazed beast, forcing it to charge at full speed toward the distant Wind Eye Market.

Pushed by both the Sword Essence and his Divine Sense, the Iron-Feathered Vulture burst forth with a speed that surpassed its limits.

Finally, the market ahead that should have been brightly lit was now pitch black.

Only the faint cyan glow of the great defensive formation was visible, flickering in and out of sight within the gray mist.

"Prepare for a crash landing! Release the clasps!"

Han Feng estimated the distance and altitude and gave the order.

Fifty meters to the ground.

"Release!"

CLICK. CLICK. A few crisp sounds rang out.

Zhang Hao and the others unhooked the clasps connecting them to the Iron-Feathered Vulture and maneuvered their Wingsuits into a final gliding charge.

Han Feng, on the other hand, controlled the Iron-Feathered Vulture and made a hard landing in an open area on the outskirts of the market.

BANG!

The huge bird’s body plowed a deep furrow in the ground, sending dust flying.

Han Feng leaped off a second before impact, rolling several times to bleed off the momentum before quickly getting to his feet.

The light of the Yang Suppressing Disc still enveloped the surroundings.

But this light, at the edge of the pitch-black market, was too conspicuous.

At this moment, the outskirts of the Wind Eye Market were simply Hell on earth.

Countless Martial Artists who hadn’t reached the safe houses in time were struggling desperately against the encroaching gray period.

Some of them were kneeling on the ground, hands clamped over their ears, letting out bestial howls.

Some were waving their weapons, crazily hacking at the empty darkness.

"Don’t get sidetracked! Run! Get back to the stone house!"

Zhang Hao scrambled to his feet and yelled, urging the team to charge deeper into the market.

Han Feng ran in the middle of the group, holding the Yang Suppressing Disc aloft to keep everyone enveloped in its field of light.

This moving light source became the only beacon in the darkness.

The struggling Martial Artists nearby instinctively moved towards the light.

"That’s mine! Give it to me!"

Suddenly, a dark shadow rushed out from the side.

It was a tall, bald, burly man, holding two short axes in his hands.

His eyes were completely bloodshot and his mind was gone, leaving only primitive greed.

He stared intently at the Yang Suppressing Disc in Han Feng’s hand.

"That light is mine!"

The burly man roared, swinging his axe down towards Han Feng’s head.

"Fuck off!"

Wang Meng roared in anger, raising his Large Axe to intercept the man.

"Don’t stop!"

Han Feng barked the order without breaking stride.

He didn’t even raise a hand, just turned his head slightly.

Those eyes, glinting with a cold light, locked onto the lunging man.

Between his eyebrows, Divine Sense surged.

Three-Inch Heart Sword Observation Method!

An invisible blade, forged from the entirety of his spiritual Will, instantly took shape in his Sea of Consciousness.

Carrying a nascent, sharp Sword Intent, it plunged viciously toward the man’s forehead.

There was no sound of a physical collision.

The burly man’s movements suddenly froze.

An expression of absolute terror instantly washed over his savage face, as if he’d witnessed some unspeakable horror.

"AHHH—!"

A bloodcurdling scream tore from his throat.

The burly man dropped his axes, clasped his head with both hands, and rolled around frantically on the ground.

"No... don’t kill me... don’t come any closer..."

He had gone completely mad.

This scene instantly sobered up the few restless Martial Artists nearby.

The greed in their eyes quickly receded, replaced by fear.

"Go!"

Han Feng didn’t even glance at the guy on the ground.

The light from the Yang Suppressing Disc began to flicker, its brightness dropping sharply.

"Two minutes left!"

The team sprinted at full speed.

Along the way, Han Feng saw too many tragic sights.

A student in an academy uniform was hugging a stone pillar, frantically smashing his head against it.

He was covered in blood, yet seemed to feel nothing.

In his vision, he could see the gray Spirit Bodies swarming over these people.

They drilled half their bodies into those people’s heads.

Churning their spiritual Sea of Consciousness.

"We’re here! It’s just ahead!"

Zhang Hao pointed to the row of stone houses ahead.

"House 7! Quick!"

The light from the Yang Suppressing Disc in Han Feng’s hand had weakened to its limit, the range of the light field shrinking from ten meters to two.

The group practically stumbled and crawled their way to the door of House 7.

Zhang Hao took out a special Spirit Card and swiped it on the access panel.

CLICK.

The heavy stone door opened.

"In! Everyone get in!"

Wang Meng shoved Su Yue and Lin Qing inside, then squeezed through the doorway sideways himself.

Han Feng was the last one.

The moment he was about to cross the threshold, the Yang Suppressing Disc in his hand went out completely, its light dissipating.

The darkness instantly surged back.

A gray Spirit Body with long, thin tentacles shrieked and lunged at the back of Han Feng’s head.

Without looking back, Han Feng delivered a back-handed elbow strike infused with Sword Essence.

BAM!

The sharp Sword Essence knocked the Spirit Body back a bit.

Using this opening, Han Feng dodged into the house.

BOOM!

Wang Meng and Fan Jian worked together to slam the heavy stone door shut.

They quickly dropped the three metal bolts behind the door.

The Defense Runes on the walls sensed the sealed environment and instantly lit up.

A warm, orange glow filled the entire small house.

That suffocating pressure was finally shut out by the thick stone walls.

"Hah... hah..."

The only sound in the room was the ragged, gasping breaths of the group, like a wheezing bellows.

Everyone was soaked in sweat, collapsed limply on the ground.

Su Yue took off her glasses, her hands still trembling slightly, her eyes red-rimmed.

The sensation of her mind nearing its breaking point had been terrifying.

"Is everyone okay?"

Zhang Hao leaned against the door, his hand tightly gripping his Battle Saber, his eyes still warily staring at the door.

"I’m fine... just feel like I got kicked in the head by a mule."

Wang Meng rubbed his temples, grimacing.

"Fengzi, what was up with that bald guy? You just glared at him and he went down?"

Han Feng sat cross-legged on the floor, his face a little pale.

That Heart Sword just now, although extremely effective, also consumed a huge amount of Divine Sense.

His Spiritual Power was now almost completely depleted.

"Just a little trick from the Visualization Method."

Han Feng didn’t explain further. He pulled a vial of Second Level Concentrated Spiritual Liquid from his pocket and tilted his head back, downing it.

A cool Energy spread through his body, and his depleted Sea of Consciousness finally received some nourishment.

"Everyone, check your gear and your condition."

Zhang Hao looked at the group.

"This gray period came on too suddenly. It might last longer than we expected. We have to be prepared to hold out for a long time."

The world outside was still dead silent and dark, with only the occasional, shrill scream breaking the silence.

That was the sound of someone who couldn’t overcome their Heart Demon and had gone completely mad.

Han Feng closed his eyes and began to circulate the *Three-Inch Heart Sword Observation Method*.

’In this long darkness, only strength is the sole guarantee of survival.’

"Let’s rest for now."

Han Feng said softly.

"Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night."