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Chapter 8: The Demon Clan's Miracle Soldier
In the end, Lin Feng's physical body executed the Great River Sword Technique, piercing through Heishan's demon blade and stabbing into Heishan's abdomen. Lin Feng did not seek to press his advantage; after landing the blow, he quickly retreated.
Even though he could have thrust deeper, he chose not to linger. The power of a Master Realm expert was immense, and only by experiencing it firsthand could one truly understand its depth.
At this moment, Lin Feng was covered in blood. For this strike against Heishan, he endured the overwhelming might of the blade, suffering excruciating pain that nearly tore his body apart.
Heishan lowered his head slightly, gazing at the wound in his abdomen, watching as blood flowed from it, soaking his black robe.
Heishan looked at Lin Feng with genuine admiration: "You really are impressive."
With mid-stage Enlightenment cultivation, to strike out and land a blow on a Master Realm expert was no small feat. Just this one strike was enough for Lin Feng to become an object of admiration among young disciples.
This strike was a miracle, something that should have been impossible.
Yet, the blood proved the reality of the situation.
A cold wind blew through.
Heishan suddenly felt a chill, and then his figure swayed as he spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at the wound in surprise; an aura of coldness surged forth from it, slowly spreading and freezing his internal organs and Eight Extraordinary Meridians.
Heishan immediately began to suppress the cold within him through his cultivation, revealing an expression of disbelief: "How can this be? It’s impossible!"
Lin Feng was equally astonished; a sword had appeared in his hand. Just as Lin Feng transformed his body into a sword and executed the Great River Sword Technique, at the moment he was about to strike Heishan, a sword suddenly materialized in his grasp.
The sword was extremely thin, curved like a crescent moon, with a soft white hue that perfectly embodied Moon City.
Lin Feng's face lit up with surprise. Holy Sword Moon City—he never expected that today, he would finally gain the recognition of the Moon City Sword and earn the qualification to wield it.
"Holy Sword, how do you possess a Holy Sword?" Heishan finally understood the source of the overwhelming chill within him. With Lin Feng's astonishing power at this moment, combined with the Golden Armor and now the Holy Sword, he had the strength to rival his own.
With the Moon City Sword in hand, Lin Feng naturally chose to unleash the Moon City Sword Technique, striking decisively. As he executed the technique, memories of his Ancestor practicing the Moon City Sword Technique flooded his mind.
The first move was like the night fading away as the Rising Sun slowly ascended, illuminating the earth and bringing joy to one's heart. The sword danced like a dragon, moving with incredible speed, akin to a Happy Spirit Beast running freely.
As he reached the Lonely Word Formula, the sword's momentum slowed down, becoming erratic and unstructured. It resembled a drunken man swaying unsteadily. Occasionally, he would thrust eastward with a sword strike; at other times, he would stab westward. The sword energy flowed like water, cold and ethereal, evoking feelings of solitude and heartache.
Finally came the Living Character Formula. The sword's pace became steady and calm, unaffected by praise or humiliation. Each strike exuded confidence and elegance. Every swing released an aura that pierced through the heavens.
Lin Feng's swordsmanship resonated with that of his Ancestor in his mind. The Moon City Sword emitted gentle yet chilling sword energy, showcasing its formidable might.
Heishan instinctively wanted to summon his Sacred Artifact. If he had it in hand, defeating Lin Feng would be effortless. Unfortunately, he grasped at nothingness. It dawned on Heishan that his Sacred Artifact had been shattered in his attempt to kill Tang Emperor.
The demon clan had sacrificed greatly to eliminate Tang Emperor. That battle was one of the most brutal experiences Heishan had ever endured—one he would never forget. Had it not been for Yazun seizing the opportunity to self-destruct alongside the Emperor, killing Tang Emperor would have been nearly impossible.
Meanwhile, Jiang Wannian was having a stroke of bad luck; in his panic, he fled to the right flank of the Tang Dynasty Allied Forces. The right flank remained still, waiting for orders to act.
Chen Guang and Mulan saw Spirit Monkey chasing after Jiang Wannian and immediately rushed towards him without a second thought. Surrounded by three people, Jiang Wannian cried out in despair.
"Ah, how did I end up in the encirclement?"
The answer came from three people attacking in unison. Jiang Wannian was no match for them and ultimately met his demise. The Spirit Monkey swiftly severed Jiang Wannian's head and returned to Lin Feng's side at lightning speed.
After drinking Jiang Wannian's Essence Blood, a brilliant golden light enveloped him, and his Vital Energy was rapidly replenished. The remaining Essence Blood was entirely offered to Lin Feng's Blood Devouring Cauldron.
"You really are something; you never forget me when it comes to good things," Lin Feng expressed his gratitude.
The Spirit Monkey grinned in response.
Now with the addition of Battle and Heishan, Lin Feng felt a surge of confidence in victory.
Heishan wore a serious expression. "Jiang Wannian was truly useless; he couldn't even take down a single monkey."
A demon lord observing the battle saw Jiang Wannian's death without any sorrow, only concern for the situation. He spoke in a deep voice, "Order my Royal Guard to strike the enemy's left flank."
"Understood."
The demon lord's Royal Guard set out. They were a terrifying group of warriors. Their Xuanjia armor was incredibly heavy, surpassing High-Level Battle Armor but falling short of Golden Armor. It was crafted from precious materials by the demon lord himself for close combat.
The Royal Guard stood tall, and after donning their massive Mysterious Color Xuanjia, they reached a height of over ten feet, towering above ordinary people.
All members of the demon lord's Royal Guard were powerful cultivators at the Enlightenment Realm, totaling thirteen in number. Each one exuded an aura of ferocity and intense killing intent. To them, the soldiers ahead were nothing more than insignificant pawns.
For the Allied Soldiers, an unprecedented storm of blood and carnage had arrived. The Allied Armored Soldiers, undeterred by death, charged forward layer by layer, attempting to withstand the onslaught of the Demon Lord's Royal Guard.
The swords and blades of the Allied Soldiers struck against the Demon Lord's Royal Guard, adorned in Mysterious Color Xuanjia, leaving only shallow scratches at best; there was no hope of inflicting serious damage upon them.
The Royal Guard of the Demon Lord could completely disregard the attacks from the Allied Armored Soldiers. With a hammer weighing a thousand pounds in hand, they swung down upon the heads of their foes as if smashing watermelons, effortlessly causing their skulls to burst and killing them instantly.
Faced with such a terrifying demon army, a chilling horror surged within the hearts of the Allies. What kind of soldiers were these? They were so fearsome, they seemed like devils.
The Royal Guard of the Demon Lord was unstoppable and invincible. Countless Allied Soldiers fell before them. Still, there were fearless Armored Soldiers who charged forward to resist, but it was all in vain.
The leading advantage of the Allies was swiftly diminished by this unexpected force from the Demon Lord, turning into a disadvantage.
"My lord, a terrifying force has appeared from the Demon Lord."
"Their Xuanjia is even more formidable than High-Level Battle Armor; I cannot discern what rank it belongs to. Their Foundation and Cultivation are exceptionally high, and their hammers weigh a thousand pounds. My lord, what should we do?"
Cries of anguish echoed continuously from within the Allied ranks. Wave after wave of Soldiers fell beneath the Hammer. It was nothing short of a merciless slaughter. Lin Feng withdrew from the fray, leaving himself to face Heishan alone.
After witnessing the terrifying lethality of the Demon Lord's Royal Guard, he felt a deep sense of dread. The only solace was that their movements were somewhat slow; otherwise, the Allies would likely be unable to hold out any longer.
"Order everyone to cease their attacks and evade this strange force."
"Understood."
In the distance, the Wind Spirit had already seen the disastrous situation of the allied left flank, and the defeat was becoming increasingly severe. She immediately waved the flag in her hand, ordering Lin Feng to lead the left flank to retreat five miles back to the front of Hexi City.
As Lin Feng led his troops in retreat, the demon forces occupied the heights of the mountains and forests. However, they did not pursue but instead regrouped their army in the mountainous terrain.
Night gradually fell. Both sides had unknowingly battled for an entire day.
As night descended, both armies lit bonfires, lined up for miles, with countless lights flickering. Aside from the patrol soldiers on watch, the remaining soldiers took advantage of the time to rest, as they were about to face an even more brutal battle the next day.
The Wind Spirit also convened an emergency meeting of commanders, with all officers above Captain Shen in attendance.
During the meeting, after summarizing the day's battle, the Wind Spirit learned of the terrifying strength of the demon forces' surprise troops.
"The mountain heights are an important battlefield, providing a commanding view over the entire area. Is there hope of reclaiming it?"
With this statement from the Wind Spirit, everyone turned their gaze toward Lin Feng. The mountain heights had been lost under his command, making him the most qualified to speak on the matter.
Lin Feng raised his head, his eyes bloodshot. Every cell in his body was overworked and gasping for breath. He relied on his extraordinary willpower to hold on.
"We cannot let our soldiers die in vain. I will launch a solo night raid and eliminate that surprise force," Lin Feng said after some thought.
"What are your chances?" asked the Wind Spirit.
"Thirteen Enlightenment Realm experts clad in high-level Xuanjia armor. They coordinate their formations perfectly. Their strength is comparable to that of a Master Realm expert, perhaps even surpassing one. Fortunately, their speed is quite slow. My physical strength exceeds theirs. I have a fifty percent chance of success," Lin Feng replied earnestly.
"No," the Wind Spirit firmly opposed. How could she watch Lin Feng risk his life?
"How about this? I will join the night raid with you, my lord. This way, our chances of success will increase significantly," Xu Guang suggested.
The Wind Spirit shook her head. "If both commanders go out for a night raid, and at this moment the Demon Barbarian Army attacks, our forces will be leaderless and easily defeated. Moreover, since this is a surprise tactic from the demon race, the Demon Lord will surely be on high alert; it won't be that easy to launch a sneak attack."
"What should we do then, Princess?" Mulan couldn't help but ask.
"We will discuss this matter later. For now, everyone should go and rest. The Demon Barbarians won't launch an attack in the short term. Considering today's casualties, they lost a general, which is even more severe than our losses."
"Understood."
After all the soldiers had retreated, the Wind Spirit looked at Lin Feng with tenderness and approached him. "Lin Feng, are you tired?"
Lin Feng smiled and replied, "I'm fine; I'm used to it."
"Today's battle was led by your left flank. The Demon Lord deployed Generals Jiang Wannian and Heishan against you. You held your ground remarkably well; it was indeed surprising."
The Wind Spirit had already moved to Lin Feng's back. As he attempted to rise, she pressed him down gently. She extended her delicate hand and applied just the right amount of pressure on his shoulder, saying softly, "Let me massage your shoulders to help you relax."
Lin Feng's heart melted instantly, but then he remembered something. He hurriedly dodged and stood up. "Princess, that's not appropriate."
The Wind Spirit looked at Lin Feng, her eyes sparkling. "Lin Feng, do you not like me?"
"The princess smiled, gazing across the land. Who could resist the beauty of a princess?"
"I see you are deliberately avoiding me. Do you have someone you like in your heart? Is it really Tang Jiner?"
Lin Feng replied honestly, "To be frank, I do have someone I care for. It's not Tang Jiner; it's Lin Miaomiao."
"Ethereal Body."
A hint of sadness flashed in Wind Spirit's eyes, but she quickly revealed a smile. "So it's her. Losing to such a remarkable woman is not a shame."
"Princess, there is nothing else; I shall take my leave now."
Lin Feng finished speaking and did not wait for Wind Spirit's response before turning to leave. (To be continued...)
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