Huaxia Yannan, inside the Longyuan Villa.

A few women were anxious, desperately looking for connections to find out Yang Fei's whereabouts.

But Yang Fei was with the Evil Dragon, and his identity and movements were top secret.

How could these women know whether he was alive or dead?

It was just empty concern.

Fortuitously, Lin Xueyi finally found out Yang Fei's whereabouts through An Zichen's channels.

It was said that this guy was carrying out a mission in the Land of Chaos of Greenworth and has even gotten involved with the Queen of Greenfield.

The women, while stomping their feet and feeling bitter, breathed a sigh of relief.

To stop this guy from flirting with women, you'd have to castrate him, as long as he was safe, it was a sunny day.

Yang Fei felt like he had a very long, long dream.

In the dream, a noble and handsome man was staring at him with bright eyes.

This gaze held a faint expectation, a slight approval, and immense pressure.

All kinds of dreams came rushing in, bizarre and fantastical, countless images overlapping and separating, illusory yet real.

Suddenly, Yang Fei shivered and slowly opened his eyes.

Swish!

Just then, a cracking sound echoed, and Yang Fei's back was hit with a sharp pain.

He instinctively covered his shoulder, feeling a burning sting.

Yang Fei's vision was blurred; the long period of unconsciousness made it hard for his pupils to adjust to the outside light.

Yang Fei turned around, just in time to see a whip coming down on his head.

The whip was made of coiled steel wire soaked in saltwater.

The person wielding the whip was skilled; just by hearing the snap in the air, you could tell the force was substantial.

Yang Fei reflexively ducked to avoid the whip coming out of nowhere.

But for some reason, Yang Fei's movements were much slower.

He dodged his head but was firmly hit on his body with the whip.

Yang Fei, unsettled by such a loss, suddenly jumped up.

However, he felt a hollow weakness, his feet were like jelly, without any strength.

Yang Fei was scared and turned pale, realizing that his Martial Essence was completely used up.

Except for some familiar techniques like grappling fights, he found himself utterly powerless.

Mad Blade, Chen Xingzhu, Helen, that simple yet supremely powerful finger...

All these images flashed in Yang Fei's mind like a movie.

In almost an instant, Yang Fei recalled everything.

"Wasn't I already dead? How come I'm here?"

A big question mark popped up in Yang Fei's mind.

At this moment, a sharp pain hit his neck; he got whipped again.

Yang Fei abruptly turned his head, only to see a tall, burly black man glaring at him while whipping.

Seven or eight others were being whipped along with Yang Fei.

Some were unconscious, while others, still able to cry out in pain, begged for mercy in native dialects interspersed with broken English.

Not far away lay the red karst landscape, vaguely showing the silhouette of a city.

A river split the vast wilderness into two halves.

The air carried a dry scent, with the climate being extremely hot.

Though there was a city, the buildings appeared extremely crude, clearly indicating it was not a developed country.

Nearby was a mine from which metal-glossed ores were pulled out cart by cart from an underground tunnel.

Numerous emaciated slaves were working under the supervisors' whips.

Not far away, armed sentries stood guard; Yang Fei even spotted bunkers and arched fortifications.

Further away, barbed wire enclosing the area tightly enhanced the defense.

Yang Fei found the situation entirely incredulous.

He had died and come back to life, only to become a slave in this broken mine?

He looked down at himself instinctively and found he was wearing a leather shoulder cape as a work uniform; all valuables on him were gone.

The black supervisor continued wielding the whip, though no longer hitting Yang Fei but instead taking turns whipping the slaves lying on the ground.

Yang Fei felt his thoughts getting muddled. Who the hell dumped him here?

Moreover, he had reached the Transcending the Divine realm; what happened to all the Gang Yuan Qi in his body?

Thinking of the terror of the Three-Star Shine, Yang Fei shivered involuntarily and instinctively looked at his left wrist.

Sure enough, the Three-Star Shine bracelet was gone.

Strictly speaking, the Three-Star Shine was indeed a treasure.

Though it had drained Yang Fei's Essence Qi, it allowed him to unleash a power he couldn't have imagined even in his dreams.

Perhaps Yang Fei hadn't reached a sufficient realm to fully control the Three-Star Shine, leading to the depletion of Gang Yuan Qi and significant damage to his Vital Energy.

Though he almost got killed by it, Yang Fei still decided to retrieve the Three-Star Shine.

It was indeed the ultimate weapon capable of instantaneously defeating a True Martial Master, akin to a modern military nuke.

If not for the immense power of the Three-Star Shine, Yang Fei, the Changfeng Squad, and Helen would have probably been cooked by Chen Xingzhu.

Recalling Chen Xingzhu, Yang Fei sighed.

He held little animosity towards that woman, but since she was already killed, it was done.

The black behemoth whipped the rolling slaves on the ground while loudly commanding them to work.

Yang Fei realized, damn it, his current status was just a slave.

He suppressed his anger, slowly stood up, and, alongside a few poorly battered slaves, entered the underground tunnel.

Upon entering, Yang Fei discovered a rich diamond mine hidden there.

No wonder there were fortifications and barbed wires outside, along with armed watchmen, all tightly secured.

Wherever there were gold or diamond mines, there were heavy troops guarding them.

This immense wealth was not something any country would allow private development, while in some chaotic locations, they were forcibly occupied by large warlords.

From Yang Fei's perspective, the armed guards outside were not part of any national army.

It seemed more likely that this was in the hands of warlords.

The slaves came in various ethnicities; predominantly Asian with yellowish skin and blacks, while whites were a rare sight.

With Yang Fei's Gang Yuan Qi completely lost, while he could handle three to five tall black supervisors, escaping was absolutely impossible.

This situation didn't bother him particularly; since he was there, he decided to settle down, quickly learning to slack off and chat.

In less than half a day, Yang Fei met his first slave friend, named Agu.

To Yang Fei's surprise, Agu was actually a Huaxia person, a wanderer traveling the world on a small budget as a hobby.

Unfortunately, he wasn't lucky and got caught during a military conflict, ending up here for over three months.

After a couple of whispered conversations, Yang Fei finally understood he was in the African region.

Ilfaran was a well-known diamond-producing country, whose abundant diamond reserves attracted numerous underground forces vying for control.

Two years ago, Ilfaran's national government was overthrown, plunging into chaos, with countless mercenaries, warlords, and bounty hunters swarming in to seize this fertile land.

The Government Office and Rebel Army fought each other to a stalemate, ignoring these activities. Countless warlords then occupied diamond mines, making massive gains.

It was clear that the mine Yang Fei was in was a diamond mine controlled by warlords.

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