Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2805: 2804: Yes, It's Him!

After hearing the full account, Lin Dong and Hei Long the War God saw a fierce anger blaze uncontrollably in their gazes.

That brutal reality sliced into every part of their hearts like a razor-sharp knife.

The tribe had shown that vile creature nothing but kindness, yet he carried out such monstrous acts.

He wiped out the whole tribe!

Even worse, he violated Sister Ah-Sheng’s wife directly before her husband’s eyes.

On top of that, he seized the Millennium Encounter Spring Tree and the priceless Medicine King, treasures the tribe honored as a Divine Tree.

“Just a few hours ago—all of this unfolded only hours back, so he couldn’t have fled too far!” Lin Dong clenched his teeth, his tone low and forceful.

“With his powerful cultivation, that time would let him vanish anywhere, but he’s still within my sensing reach.”

A chilling gleam sparked in his eyes as his mind swiftly formed a plan.

Lin Dong understood perfectly: the killer hadn’t just left terror and corpses behind, but also a distinct aura impossible to wipe away, perfect for hunting him down.

With a deep inhalation, Lin Dong shut his eyes in focus, a soft blue glow emanating from his body—the mark of his Spiritual Power Domain activating.

Guided by his intent, waves of unseen ripples burst outward from him, enveloping the tribe, then surging over peaks and streams to the limits hundreds of miles distant.

Within this expansive mental realm, no sign of life could slip past his detection, akin to how a sharp-eyed tracker spots the dimmest star in the dark.

Time appeared to halt right then, as Lin Dong’s psychic force meticulously scanned every bit of terrain, detecting and examining each tiny shift.

At last, in a distant mountain gorge, he locked onto a hated, familiar aura from that savage killer.

“Got him!” Lin Dong’s eyes snapped open, determination gleaming fiercely, “Yes, it’s him—him of all people!”

“The War God Jile from Yujia Country, the one we spared before!”

“What?” Hei Long War God, standing nearby, sensed the killer’s rage pouring from Lin Dong.

He radiated boundless murderous aura himself.

A guttural snarl escaped him, mirroring the fury and regret aimed at the fiend.

“Curse it, we never should’ve released him earlier. Regret eats at me—such deep regret!!!” Hei Long War God bellowed, slamming his fists into the ground.

Remorse consumed his heart to the utmost!

Glancing over, Lin Dong eyed Sister Ah-Sheng’s husband at his side—this man, bereft of family, stared with empty, hopeless eyes, yet Lin Dong’s look ignited a spark of hope.

“Follow me; we’ll claim vengeance for you.”

Lin Dong’s declaration rang steady and comforting, a light piercing the gloom.

A sudden flame leaped in his once-dull, despair-filled gaze.

“Alright.” He nodded, fury blazing hot in his eyes.

No more words needed—Lin Dong blurred into motion, pulling him along as they rocketed from the tribe, mere afterimages lingering.

Hei Long War God trailed right behind.

…

Meanwhile, distant from the chaos, a hidden valley lay serene, where a massive ancient tree’s thick canopy draped heavy shade over the barren ground below.

In this peace, Jile War God—cold-faced in opulent armor—sat cross-legged on a massive boulder.

Nearby, a storage bag lay spilled open, its contents sparkling with treasures.

He was the fiend behind endless horrors.

Greed and smugness danced in Jile War God’s eyes as his fingers brushed a stack of faintly glowing green wood, a smirk curling his mouth:

“Hahaha, what a fruitful raid—pure surprise. I’d only been scouting, yet found an unguarded native village. Those fools welcomed me like honored kin.”

“They dared dream of friendship with me? Hahaha, mere insects presuming equality?”

“Still, their settlement held treasures: the Millennium Encounter Spring Tree and Medicine King, rare Heaven and Earth prizes.”

“Even Heavenly Realm Martial Artists scramble desperately for such things.”

“Few in the Heavenly Realm would believe that what they hoard so jealously became effortless loot for me.”

“A simple slaughter of worthless natives handed them over.”

“Elsewhere, a Medicine King demands a Demon Emperor Level beast’s guard; snatching even one sprig would be hopeless. But here, wiping out primitives delivered it. Hahaha, fortune smiles on me—I’m the true ‘Child of Heavenly Fortune’!!!”

His speech overflowed with scorn and disdain toward the native tribe, boastfully showcasing the Heavenly and Earthly treasures right before him:

“Behold these, hundreds of Millennium Encounter Spring Trees! Every one stands as a supreme treasure alchemists yearn for, the essential main ingredient required for refining Deadwood Dan.”

“Just one tree holds value enough to send countless martial artists into madness. And now, they’re all mine, amounting to a fortune beyond measure.”

“On top of that, I obtained a stalk of Medicine King that assists martial artists in shattering the Peak Ninth Stage Grandmaster bottleneck. Once I push my cultivation to Peak Ninth Stage Grandmaster and consume this Medicine King, I’m sure I can achieve that vital leap into the Heavenly Realm Martial Artists!”

With these words, a fierce hunger for power and blazing passion sparkled in Jile War God’s eyes.

Still, his exhilaration pressed on, his voice turning even more lecherous:

“Plus, those tribe women, though bearing cat ears and varying a bit from humans, their primal ferocity and innocence render them infinitely more seductive in ways than top human beauties. Utterly superb.”

“Their figures felt like nature’s flawless masterpieces, surprisingly enhancing my cultivation technique.”

“Such a shame I rushed in and slew them all back then. Looking back now, if I’d preserved a handful and methodically turned them into my female slaves, the ecstasy would’ve been boundless.”

As Jile War God rambled, he absentmindedly licked his lips, drowned in flashbacks of those native women’s fearful, desperate stares and the supreme rapture their bodies delivered, a warped grin creeping across his face.

Yet, this smugness and recollection faded quickly.

In an instant, it felt like ominous clouds veiled the sky, a dreadful and suffocating pressure crashed down, wrapping the entire valley in an unbearable heaviness.

Jile War God’s countenance shifted dramatically; he snapped his head skyward, traces of alarm and incredulity flickering in his gaze.

This presence crushed him with its might, akin to a celestial deity’s arrival, foretelling his certain destruction.