Urban Evil Suppression: Incorporating the Stone Hard Template

"No wonder!"

A huge wave of emotion surged within Ling Feng, who was once again stunned by Zheng Yunhua's words!

No wonder he'd never seen any SS-level experts despite being a member of the Special Affairs Bureau for so long.

I hadn't even heard any rumors about them; it turns out they all went to guard the three great secret realms and dangerous places.

In particular, Huo Zhennan, as the director of the bureau, personally guarded the most dangerous ancient battlefield of Changping.

Just thinking about those 400,000 battle souls gave Ling Feng goosebumps all over his body.

After all, those are battle-hardened veterans!

After being tricked and killed, boundless resentment merged with his former ruthless and murderous aura.

Its combat power is unimaginable and cannot be measured by ordinary wandering ghosts.

Once the fighting starts, they're not the kind of scattered, disorganized troops that rush forward in a chaotic mob.

Instead, they would deploy their troops into battle formations before launching an attack!

Add to that their despairing numbers, and even if the Ghost King were to arrive,

You have to avoid him if you see him, otherwise, the only thing waiting for him is to be annihilated!

Perhaps the Ghost Emperor could barely hold his own, but faced with such a tidal wave of numbers...

If they don't break through the battle formation and escape, they will eventually be annihilated. That's how terrifying the battle spirit is.

Director Huo stayed there for over twenty years; his abilities are truly astounding.

Ling Feng suddenly seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly asked Zheng Yunhua:

"What was the strength of Bai Qi, the Lord of Wu'an, in the ancient battlefield of Changping?"

"I don't know!" Zheng Yunhua slowly exhaled a smoke ring, his expression turning grim.

"To this day, the figure of Lord Wu'an has not appeared in the ancient battlefield."

However, Director Huo mentioned something twenty years ago.

Deep within the ancient battlefield, a terrifying consciousness slumbers—it must be the battle spirit of Lord Wu'an!

Because the situation in this dangerous place was too complicated, even Director Huo did not dare to explore it too deeply.

Therefore, to this day, no one knows what level of cultivation Lord Wu'an, Bai Qi, has reached.

"Is Lord Wu'an in eternal sleep?"

Ling Feng overheard another keyword, but before he could ask,

Zheng Yunhua spoke first: "Don't ask me why Lord Wu'an is buried in the ancient battlefield."

Even Director Huo doesn't know this, so I know even less.

"Are you sure?" Ling Feng's eyes were full of suspicion.

Zheng Yunhua felt uncomfortable under Ling Feng's intense gaze, so he took a drag of his cigarette to cover it up and said:

"I really don't know, but some people suspect that the reason why Lord Wu'an is buried in the ancient battlefield is..."

It must have been after he was sentenced to death that some powerful figure set up an array to seal him away.

Zheng Yunhua's words flashed through his mind like a flash of inspiration.

Ling Feng's eyes lit up, and he unconsciously stood up:

"I see!"

Zheng Yunhua and Zhao Hongshan were startled by his sudden commotion.

They asked in unison, "What have you figured out?"

"Wu Anjun was indeed forcibly sealed deep within the secret realm of the ancient battlefield by someone using the power of a great formation."

"..." Upon hearing this, Zheng Yunhua and Zhao Hongshan were both completely stunned.

They glanced at each other, then stared at each other in bewilderment.

Then it was Zhao Hongshan's turn to speak first: "What makes you so certain that Lord Wu'an has indeed been sealed away?"

Ling Feng gave the two of them a strange smile and began to analyze the situation clearly:

"I ask you, although the ancient battlefield of Changping is known as the most dangerous secret realm,..."

But over the years, the hundreds of thousands of battle spirits inside...

Have there ever been instances of widespread loss of control?

"Uh... well... thinking about it carefully... there really isn't!"

Zhao Hongshan turned to look at Zheng Yunhua and nodded with absolute certainty.

However, he was also filled with doubt and confusion: "Why is that?"

Ling Feng stubbed out his cigarette, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"The root of the problem lies in the seal placed on Lord Wu'an!"

Ling Feng looked at the two of them: "The 400,000 surrendered Zhao soldiers were massacred by Lord Wu'an, and their resentment is boundless."

How can such a fierce and malevolent aura be suppressed without external sealing and blocking?

Regarding formations, I can tell you very clearly and responsibly,

Ordinary formations simply couldn't suppress the 400,000 battle spirits that had been ruthlessly slaughtered!

At this point, Ling Feng's tone became even more somber:

"Therefore, the great formation in the ancient battlefield must have had Lord Wu'an himself as its core."

After all, he was known as Bai Qi, the God of Slaughter, who fought for decades throughout his life.

More than a million soldiers died directly or indirectly at his hands.

"The principle behind this grand formation is very simple: it seals Wu'an Jun's corpse and his battle spirit within it."

Using his overwhelming murderous aura, he suppressed the 400,000 battle spirits he had ensnared.

As soon as Ling Feng finished speaking, Zheng Yunhua and the other person immediately showed expressions of sudden realization:

"I see!"

However, in an instant, Zheng Yunhua immediately realized that something was wrong:

"Wait... since someone used Lord Wu'an's help to set up a great formation to suppress 400,000 battle spirits..."

Why do unrest still occur from time to time? Although it's not the kind of large-scale loss of control you described,

However, at least a dozen times each year, small to medium-sized groups of warrior spirits will rush out of the secret realm.

Ling Feng's gaze fell directly on Zheng Yunhua, as if he were looking at a fool.

He found it utterly baffling:

Why are you staring at me like that? Don't you think there's something wrong with it?

Ling Feng blinked and said irritably, "Is this question so hard to understand?"

Director Zheng, I'd like to ask you, in which year was Lord Wu'an ordered to commit suicide?

"This... seems to be around 257 BC?"

"It must have been more than two thousand years ago!"

"Yes! Is there a problem?"

"The great formation in the secret realm was set up after Lord Wu'an died."

Ling Feng rolled his eyes and tapped the conference table, utterly speechless.

"After operating for over two thousand years, what do you think of the current equipment and instruments used in this grand formation?"

Could it, like this, continue to operate perfectly for over two thousand years?

Ling Feng's words caused Zheng Yunhua's face to turn bright red at a visible speed, clearly showing that he was extremely embarrassed!

After all, even elementary school students know such a simple and obvious principle.

And yet he actually asked it? This was a slap in the face, and what was even more embarrassing was that he was speechless.

Seeing this, Zhao Hongshan's face also quickly turned bright red.

But he wasn't embarrassed; he was just bursting with pent-up frustration! He could laugh about this funny incident for a whole year.

However, to cover up Zheng Yunhua's embarrassment, he quickly changed the subject:

"Alright, Ling Feng, you know what you wanted to know. Can you lead the team to Guangnan tomorrow?"