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Only the two siblings, Liao Fan, and Wang Wei were able to barely withstand the impact of the Black Face sound waves. These three were among the more outstanding disciples of the Azure Thunder Sect or Taiyi Tower's Outer Sect. However, even so, they were far from being able to resist as perfectly as Qianjizi did against that terrifying and piercing power!
The Vajra Guardian effectively fulfilled its duty to protect its master. This creature, summoned out of thin air, trembled under the terrifying might of the demon race but stood in front of Qianjizi, absorbing most of the force!
"Roar!" The terrifying sound waves continued to resonate, possibly one of the most powerful killing moves of the demon race's Black Face. The entire space was filled with that vibrating sound, and few could endure such a state for long!
Meanwhile, Zhu Feng's battle had also reached a boiling point. At this moment, he was only facing Elder Yang. However, this elder, the highest-ranking member of the Evil Cult, had lost his breath and was visibly withering away until he turned into nothingness!
Zhu Feng was utterly astonished and somewhat confused by the current situation. Could it be that this old man couldn't defeat him and chose to commit suicide? That possibility seemed absurd. Before he could confirm anything, an even more terrifying scene unfolded!
From beneath the ground began to seep creatures resembling Phantom Demons. However, there were some differences; although they were transparent like Phantom Demons, these ghostly beings appeared more lifelike with distinct features! They clearly resembled grotesque human faces!
"Damn it! What are these things?!" Zhu Feng exclaimed in horror as he unleashed his Great Compassionate Palm technique repeatedly. In an instant, the Passage he occupied was in turmoil, shaken by the powerful force of a Martial Saint. Yet what soon filled Zhu Feng with dread was that even with his Array Master abilities!
These ghostly beings showed no signs of being harmed at all; those powers infused with divine brilliance passed through their bodies without leaving a trace! Just like the properties of Phantom Demons!
The entire Underground Palace was invaded by a chill emanating from the Netherworld below. This chill was indescribable in nature; it seemed to ignore human realms entirely. Whether a Martial Saint or a lowly Origin Martial Realm practitioner, everyone inexplicably trembled!
It felt as if the Underground Palace had entered an extreme icy domain; those ghosts hadn't even attacked yet, but their own aura had plunged everyone into an unprecedented situation!
"No matter what kind of monsters you are! Disappear before Old Man!" Zhu Feng glared angrily and raised his hands to the sky! As he changed his hand seals, he unleashed another powerful move!
"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder! Boom!"
"Boom!" The continuous violent Thunder Light descended endlessly. Even the sturdiest ground was battered into deep craters by Zhu Feng's astonishing technique. Dust flew everywhere, obscuring vision, while only the ethereal Thunder Light continued to unleash its power!
After releasing his attack, Zhu Feng felt slightly relieved, thinking that this should finally eliminate them! But then despairing events occurred!
The ghosts remained unharmed, and this time, they began their attack.
"Woo woo woo!" With a wailing sound that sent chills down the spine, countless ghosts split into three. These three ghosts lunged at Zhu Feng with claws bared!
Zhu Feng was taken aback, and as he stacked the Purifying Mantra, a perfect barrier formed with a brilliant glow. However, those ghosts seemed to move as if there were no barriers at all, instantly breaking through his defenses and reaching Zhu Feng's chest!
"Ugh!" He let out a muffled groan, wanting to retreat but was horrified to find that the ghostly hand touching his chest injected an even colder aura, freezing his very organs!
A sense of impending death enveloped Zhu Feng's heart. He wanted to unleash the endless martial power within his Dantian but found himself unable to do anything. His eyes widened in fear as he watched the three terrifying faces of the ghosts slowly approach him!
Hollow! Those were truly terrifying hollow eyes! For an ordinary person, even a single glance from such hollow eyes would feel like falling into an ice cellar. Although Zhu Feng, as a strong practitioner of the Xuanwu Realm, could resist somewhat, he soon felt himself half a step into the gates of hell!
These ghosts descended upon this world as if to bring some life back to the Netherworld... Zhu Feng had no time to ponder whether these ghosts were summoned by the deceased Elder of the Poisonous Cult! All he knew was that if he couldn't find a way to escape their grasp,
the Heavenly Mechanism Sect would no longer have a Mystic Array Hall!
"Old Man! How can I be killed by you ghostly beings!" Filled with rage and indignation, Zhu Feng, being a Martial Saint, cast aside all fear and forcefully reversed his True Qi. Then he clapped his palms together and shouted: "Three Thousand Life and Death! Eight Evils!"
As soon as the command was uttered, a dazzling yet eerie gray light erupted around him! This light expanded rapidly, forming a small-scale formation! As the formation flashed into existence, everything around him entered a state of suspension!
This suspended state did not last long before Vital Energy became chaotic again! Deep within the already thin Underground Palace, it seemed to be drained dry and was rapidly absorbed into the gray formation. The three terrifying ghosts finally showed signs of fear as they sensed they were about to be devoured and became restless!
"Ten years of cultivation wasted in an instant; if I cannot eliminate you like this, has Old Man lived in vain?" Zhu Feng's eyes turned crimson, contrasting sharply with the dazzling gray light surrounding him. Although his words were chillingly fierce, they carried an undertone of weakness!
"Woo woo woo!" The Eight Evils were formed from Zhu Feng's years of study as an Array Master. In the Sky Abyss Empire, he was the only Array Master at the Xuanwu Realm. This illustrates how difficult it is to advance on the path of an Array Master. A terrifying formation born from ten years of cultivation could not possibly be weak!
The three ghosts once again emitted eerie sounds, and under the illumination of the gray formation, it became clear that their bodies were gradually becoming more transparent, with a gray aura swirling within them. This gray aura was the deadly move of Zhu Feng, known as the Eight Evils—Three Thousand Life and Death!
It was hard to remember how many years had passed since he last used such a divine ability. At that time, the Heavenly Mechanism Sect seemed to be facing an almost annihilating disaster. It was Zhu Feng who, at the last moment, turned the tide against a crisis that even the Divine Martial Realm Sect Master could not resolve perfectly. Under the Three Thousand Life and Death, that crisis was narrowly averted!
At this moment, these three phantoms were also facing true life and death! Zhu Feng watched as the ghost before him withdrew its hand and desperately tried to escape the gray formation, but how could he let this opportunity slip away?
"Life and death are endless! Fall and kill ahead!" With another powerful shout, Zhu Feng aged ten years in an instant; his face rapidly showed signs of aging. However, at this cost, the three ghosts ultimately could not escape his grasp! As the gray aura intensified, they were soon completely extinguished!
A chill gradually condensed within his chest. Although he could move freely now, Zhu Feng did not show any sign of joy. His eyes revealed a hint of sorrow as he took a few steps back and leaned against the wall, breathing weakly... The gray formation remained intact, but he no longer had the strength for a second slaughter!
The Eight Evils was a move that harmed both enemies and oneself; unless absolutely necessary, he would never use it. At this moment, facing more ghosts in this space, Zhu Feng could only protect himself. He shook his head and suddenly laughed maniacally:
"Who would have thought that after decades of traversing the Mystical Formation path, believing I understood its profound power, I would ultimately be reduced to dealing with such mysterious ghostly beings..."
On the surface, it appeared to be a victory, but it was merely a pyrrhic one; the outcome would not change because of it. He had created a spectacular interlude at the cost of attracting more ghosts!
Countless ghosts seemed taken aback that a human could instantly kill three of their companions. Consequently, more ghosts began to close in on Zhu Feng. However, these ghosts seemed to possess considerable awareness; upon realizing the terrifying power of the gray light, they did not recklessly continue their assault!
They were merely waiting! Those hollow eyes seemed to radiate a terrifying killing intent. It was a torment; they knew that this human could not hold out much longer. When that time came, they would be able to devour this creature before them. For them, being summoned to the Ground was their sole purpose!
"Hehehe, you damned souls! Can't you rest even in death? You want to eat me? Come on! If you have what it takes, come at me!" Zhu Feng laughed maniacally but soon coughed up streams of vital blood. It seemed that using the Eight Evils again had brought about even more severe aftereffects than before!
This time, he estimated he would lose twenty years of cultivation along with his lifespan. If he used it a few more times, he might even lose his life!
"Ah, Mystical Formation Mystical Formation! Understanding profound powers through formations—it's a pity that such profound power is beyond human grasp. Perhaps Array Masters will never be able to walk their own path. Well then, in this world, there is always death; it's just that I am unwilling!"
Finally murmuring this, Zhu Feng's eyelids grew heavier, as if he had finally reached the point of exhaustion. He leaned against the wall and slowly sat down, his gaze empty, accompanied by a dead grayness; he was resigned to his fate!
"Woo woo woo!" The ghosts, seeing this, began to excitedly wail. A few bold ghosts even ventured to the edge of the gray formation, tentatively reaching out their hands, but as soon as they touched it, they were invaded by the gray aura and jumped back in fright!
In their hollow eyes, there seemed to be a strange anger. Zhu Feng could only manage a bitter smile, his face growing paler! Just when he felt that life was coming to an end, a sudden storm arose in the arena! A powerful aura swept through, scattering the nearby ghosts away!
"Senior, if you fall here, who will teach me the Mystical Formation technique in the future?" Ye Feng's figure abruptly appeared in the arena, wearing his usual sunny smile!
Zhu Feng's whole body trembled, his pupils dilating as if he had seen a ghost upon seeing Ye Feng here!
"You, how could you!!!" Overwhelmed with surprise and joy, Zhu Feng could hardly speak! He and Qianjizi had searched countless times and faced various crises; finally seeing this kid made it all worthwhile!
However, Zhu Feng quickly shouted in panic: "Brat! How did you end up here? Hurry and leave! Don't get entangled with these ghosts; you're no match for them!" He then remembered that these creatures were ones he couldn't even handle himself; wasn't this kid just walking into death?
But Ye Feng still wore a broad smile until he noticed Zhu Feng's poor physical condition. His expression turned serious as a heavy killing intent filled the air!
Zhu Feng was stunned, feeling that the Ye Feng before him was not any ordinary Outer Sect Disciple because this killing intent was so powerful and terrifying!
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