After the assassination, in order to strengthen vigilance, Yang Ling not only increased the number of patrols and frequency of the guard team but also arranged several secret sentries. At the same time, he ordered people to build a secret beehive on the largest pine tree in the garden and place a group of hornet beasts inside. In this way, even if the assassin could evade the patrol team and the sentry, it would be difficult for them to evade the keen sense of smell of the hornet beasts.

  Since the Ankas' claws have been withdrawn back to their castle, the townspeople finally had a few good days. The flow of people on the streets gradually increased. Whether on the street or in the tavern, people were scolding and exposing the Ankas' evil deeds over the years, praising and acclaiming Yang Ling's delightful actions.

  Benefiting from Yang Ling's prestige, everyone in the mansion who went out to handle affairs received courtesy from people. They didn't need to line up for meals, and in crowded places, people gave way. Sometimes, when they went to wine shops, someone would invite them as guests, which made thief Fen Li Si very jealous. Whether there was something or not, they would go out and boast about how generous Yang Ling was, how powerful he was, making people eager to come to the Yang mansion to do chores.

  Looking at the barbarians with high horses and mighty cows in front of Yang Ling's mansion, looking at the forest elves who transported arrows like gods and the swordsmen with high morale, people smiled and felt unprecedented safety. They believed that as long as Yang Ling was there, the Anka family would never dare to be lawless again. Only Yang Ling understood that this was just a temporary calm before the storm, and the slower Imeria's revenge came, the more sufficient his preparations were.

  The Ankha family's castle was heavily guarded, with sentries posted every five steps. Since it would be impossible to break in within a short period of time, Yang Ling could only focus on increasing his own strength. He instructed Kasi to continue recruiting powerful swordsmen or mercenaries and after making the necessary arrangements, he set off alone to the Tras Forest for training.

  Back in the Trass Forest, Yang Ling returned like a fish to water. Here, there was fresh air, lush greenery, and of course, countless magical beasts of all levels. When luck was good, one could even encounter a thousand-year-old ancient tree with spiritual energy.

  For some reason, the spiritual energy in the Trass Forest was particularly strong. Every night when Yang Ling sat on a tree to cultivate, he felt the spiritual energy coming from all directions, and his magical powers advanced rapidly. In this way, during the day, he led the demon beast army to hunt, and at night, he cultivated spells, unknowingly getting farther and farther away from the edge of the forest.

  That night, after killing several iron-backed lizards and condensing a few blood beads the size of lychees, Yang Ling took advantage of the moonlight to jump onto the tallest pine tree nearby and sat down cross-legged. After swallowing the blood beads, he silently recited the incantation and slowly circulated the witch power in his body.

  As the witchcraft revolved, Yang Ling subconsciously pinched out a series of mysterious hand seals, with increasing speed. Slowly, the witchcraft circulating within his body grew thicker and more turbulent, transforming from a faint, almost imperceptible thread into a winding brook, and then merging countless winding brooks into a surging river that flowed ceaselessly.

  At the same time, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth gathered more and more, and the surrounding branches moved automatically without wind. From a distance, the big tree where Yang Ling was located seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog.

  After an unknown period of time, Yang Ling vaguely heard a roar and screams coming from nearby. Opening his eyes to take a look, he saw that in the open space between the trees nearby, a group of fierce warriors and a furious unicorn had appeared at some point, with both sides killing each other until blood flowed like rivers.

  "Gors, Frostbite, quick, freeze it!" A warrior clad in azure heavy armor yelled as he dodged the unicorn's lightning-fast charge with a lazy roll.

  After being struck by a sudden purple lightning bolt, the charred magician spat out a mouthful of blood, "Hanks, my magic is exhausted. Go, you guys go quickly, don't worry about me!"

  The moment the unlucky magician's voice fell, his head was trampled into two halves by a unicorn that rushed over like the wind, and fresh blood and brain matter spurted out. Not to mention the warriors nearby, even Yang Ling hiding in the tree looked on with a numb scalp.

  According to the memory of the Angle Worm, Yang Ling understood that the strength of the unicorn in front of him was terrifying. As an eighth-level advanced demon beast, it not only had infinite power, but its light magic was also pure and flawless, ordinary magicians couldn't even keep up with it.

  "Hurry, form up, raise the magic shield, hurry!"

  As the heavily armored warrior let out a loud roar, the terrified warriors quickly formed a tight circular defensive formation, tightly protecting the remaining pale-faced mages. At the same time, as several mages simultaneously raised their right hands, a circle of yellowish-brown shields appeared in front of everyone.

  Great Magician, Great Swordsman?

  As he gazed at the warriors' swords and blades emitting auras, and the thick magical shields cast by the mages, Yang Ling's heart skipped a beat, almost shouting out loud. A total of twelve great swordsmen and five great mages - not to mention hunting, even massacring a city would be enough; no wonder they dared to provoke the terrifying unicorn.

  "Zhilak!", in a fit of rage, the unicorn alternated between high-speed charges and discharging bolts of dazzling purple lightning. Under its frenzied assault, the warriors' shields before them wobbled on the verge of collapse, emitting a series of 'zi zi zi' sounds.

  Looking at the unicorn that seemed to be going crazy, Hanks couldn't help but wipe away the cold sweat on his forehead. "Brothers, it's time for a stick of incense, I reckon Miss and the others have already returned safely to Visen Town, we've completed our mission. The shield won't last much longer, everyone will scatter and escape separately, and gather in Visen Town later!"

  "Han...Hanks, take the brothers and leave!" An old man in a black robe slowly stood up, spat out a mouthful of blood and said: "When people get old, they're no longer useful, can't even run. Besides, this old bone should also go see his old partner. The shield won't last much longer, you guys leave now, quickly, I'll cover the rear!"

  After a loud shout, the old man grasped his staff and began to mutter in a low voice. Soon, a mighty magical power gathered around him.

  After hearing the old man's mysterious incantation, people's faces changed greatly, especially the other great magicians, who understood the meaning of the old man's move and were filled with tears.

  "Brothers, let's go, hurry up, don't waste Master Gibson's kindness!" Seeing the old man who had already recited half of the incantation, heavily armored warrior Hank understood that things were beyond redemption. With tears in his eyes, he bowed and took off in a sprint. Behind him, several mages gritted their teeth and cast wind acceleration magic on themselves and everyone else, following closely under the protection of the warriors.

  As the crowd rushed out of the barrier, the unicorn grew restless. As a high-level demon beast, it understood that the old man inside the barrier was brewing a terrifying magic and did not dare to act rashly; but seeing others run further and further away, it was unwilling to give up.

  After a moment of hesitation, the unicorn let out a loud roar and chased after the crowd in the distance at full speed. However, just as it had run for a few steps, the yellowish protective shield suddenly shattered with a "pop" sound; immediately following that, an earth-shaking explosion erupted around the old man, sending up a massive cloud of dust that blocked out the sky and moon.

  "Gibson..." Turning back to look at the earth-shaking explosion, Hanks led everyone in a "thud" as they knelt down, tears streaming down their faces. After gritting his teeth, he led everyone in a tearful sprint away from the scene.

  After a long time, the dust gradually dispersed, and a crater-like depression appeared in the forest. Yang Ling searched carefully for half a day but didn't see any sign of the old man, guessing that he had already died. But unexpectedly, under a large tree, he found a unicorn covered in blood, its eyes dull and lifeless, its breath weak, guessing it was also about to die.

  Yang Ling carefully and cautiously looked at the seriously injured unicorn, the unicorn also struggled to open its eyes to look at Yang Ling, and both parties just quietly looked at each other like that. Slowly, two teardrops with bloodstains flowed down from the unicorn's eyes, whether it was an illusion or not, Yang Ling seemed to see endless sorrow and grief in its eyes, mixed with a hint of unwillingness.

  Indignant, sorrowful, unwilling?

  Looking at the unicorn on the verge of death, unable to move, and then looking at its pea-sized tears, Yang Ling understood that this was a high-level magical beast with wisdom. After hesitating for a moment, he bit his right index finger, gently pressing it against its forehead.