Chapter 847
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"Greetings, Your Excellency!"
The twelve ancestral witches, led by Dijiang and Zhujiuyin, all knelt on one knee, their voices filled with fervent reverence.
Their auras were more solid than before.
Obviously.
This exhilarating massacre also brought them considerable benefits.
"Get up."
Zhao Feng spoke in a flat tone.
He glanced at the empty, majestic pass, then turned his gaze to the deeper reaches of the cosmic frontier, where the territories of the two great demon realms lay.
"It's not suitable to stay here for long."
"With the simultaneous fall of the nine Demon Generals, the Demon Lord must have sensed it and will soon come to investigate in person."
The existence of the sixth level of the Primordial Chaos Realm is far more powerful than that of the Demon General.
Even though Zhao Feng's strength has greatly improved, he is not arrogant enough to confront a Demon Lord head-on.
"Yes, Your Honor!"
Without any objection, the Twelve Ancestral Witches immediately stood up and stood behind Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng said no more, raised his right hand, pointed his fingers like a sword, and slashed at the void in front of him!
scoff!
Space was like a fragile piece of cloth, easily torn open with a huge rip.
Within the rift, spatial turbulence surged, leading to unknown and distant star regions.
……
The Ninth Fortress of the Immortal Alliance.
In the vast starry sky, two groups of people are facing off in a tense standoff.
On one side, atop the city walls, stood powerful figures led by Ye Fan and the First Emperor.
Opposite them, several equally powerful figures hovered.
The three leading figures possessed a profound and unfathomable aura; they were none other than Luo Feng, Qin Yu, and Lin Lei, renowned figures within the Immortal Alliance.
"Ye Fan! Are you still going to remain so stubborn?"
Holding the Blood Shadow Battle Blade, Luo Feng's face was cold and stern as he demanded in a stern voice, "Zhao Feng has ventured alone into the Demon Realm and has already betrayed us. Are you harboring a traitor and trying to make an enemy of the entire Immortal Alliance? Immediately withdraw from the Ninth Fortress and hand over Ying Zheng and the others to us for disposal! Otherwise, don't blame us for using swift and decisive measures to cleanse our ranks!"
Although Qin Yu and Lin Lei beside him did not speak, the sharp aura emanating from them made their stance clear.
Ye Fan's blood surged, his golden fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and he laughed in fury, "Nonsense! Luo Feng, what makes you so sure that Brother Zhao is a traitor? We fought alongside Brother Zhao and witnessed him slay the Heavenly Demon with our own eyes. How dare you slander his achievements like this!"
The two sides were on the verge of war, their terrifying auras clashing in the starry sky and creating ripples in space.
Just then.
A figure who had been resting with his eyes closed high in the sky behind everyone opened his eyes.
He was a white-haired man with a cold, emotionless face.
He simply stood there quietly, yet he seemed to become the center of this universe, with even the laws of spacetime slowly revolving around him.
The oppressive aura emanating from him even made a powerful figure like Ye Fan feel a chill run down his spine.
This person.
It was none other than Wang Lin, a renowned expert within the Immortal Alliance!
Peak of the fifth level of the Primordial Chaos Realm!
"Are you finished?"
Wang Lin's voice rang out.
With one step, his figure descended from the high sky and appeared in front of Luo Feng and the others.
As he approached, an indescribable, terrifying pressure instantly enveloped Ye Fan and the others.
It was as if the weight of the entire universe was pressing down on them.
Ye Fan groaned, his golden blood energy surging wildly within him, barely managing to withstand the oppressive force. However, many of the soldiers behind him were already pale-faced and swaying precariously.
"Fellow Daoist Wang Lin!" Upon seeing this, Luo Feng immediately bowed and paid his respects.
Wang Lin ignored him and looked at Ye Fan. "I'll only ask once."
"To give way or not to give way?"
Ye Fan straightened his spine, the illusory image of the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron floating above his head, his fighting spirit soaring to the sky, "With Brother Zhao not back, no one can set foot in the Ninth Mighty Pass!"
"If you want to get over here, you'll have to step over my dead body!"
Wang Lin sneered, "As you wish."
He raised his right hand and pointed at Ye Fan.
This seemingly ordinary finger gesture appeared to be intertwined with the causal cycle of the universe, aiming to completely erase Ye Fan from the traces of his existence!
The concept of reincarnation!
Ye Fan's heart pounded wildly, and he was ready to fight to the death.
Right now!
Boom!
The void above the Ninth Great Pass suddenly exploded!
A colossal spatial rift appeared out of nowhere!
Within the rift, violent spatial turbulence surged, seemingly connecting to a destroyed world.
Followed by.
A figure in black robes, with his hands behind his back, strolled out of the crack with an air of leisure.
Behind him.
Twelve towering phantom images of demon gods followed closely behind.
The overwhelming malevolent aura instantly dissipated the terrifying pressure brought by Wang Lin!
Zhao Feng, come back!
"Brother Zhao!"
"Lord of the Realm!"
Ye Fan, along with the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Di Jun, and others, were all overjoyed.
On the other side...
Luo Feng, Qin Yu, and Lin Lei's pupils constricted sharply, unable to believe it was true.
He... he actually came back?
Only Wang Lin remained calm throughout.
He turned to Zhao Feng and calmly asked, "Zhao Feng, do you still remember me?"
Zhao Feng smiled and said, "Of course I remember. Back in the myriad realms, one of your avatars died at my hands! What? Are you here for revenge today?"
Luo Feng shouted sternly, "Zhao Feng! You colluded with the demons and betrayed the Immortal Alliance, and now you dare to come back!"
"Why don't you surrender immediately and come back with us to apologize to the higher-ups of the Immortal Alliance!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Feng burst into laughter, "Betray the Immortal Alliance? Apologize?"
He took a step forward, and an aura far more domineering and tyrannical than Wang Lin's suddenly erupted!
pedal!pedal!pedal!
Under the impact of this aura, Luo Feng, Qin Yu, and Lin Lei were unable to control themselves and took three steps back before they could barely regain their footing, their faces filled with horror.
That's terrifying strength!
How did this guy's strength increase so much?
This is far beyond the second level of the Primordial Chaos Realm!
Zhao Feng coldly shouted, "Who gave you the audacity to yell at me like that?"
Luo Feng felt a violent shock to his soul, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were filled with shock and anger.
"you……"
"enough."
Wang Lin coldly interrupted him.
He stepped forward, blocking Luo Feng and the others, bearing all of Zhao Feng's oppressive aura alone.
His figure remained motionless, like an unmoving sacred mountain.
He looked calmly at Zhao Feng and sneered, "Interesting."
"No wonder he dares to be so arrogant."
"However, this level of strength alone is not enough."
The words fell.
He no longer probed, his right hand forming a hand seal, and he softly uttered four words, "Summon the wind, summon the rain!"
In an instant, the entire starry sky changed color.
Endless black gales appeared out of nowhere, each wisp powerful enough to tear the world apart.
The torrential black raindrops contain a destructive power that corrodes all things.
This is no ordinary supernatural power, but a killing technique evolved by Wang Lin from his own Great Dao. Wherever the wind and rain reach, that is his absolute domain!
Faced with this devastating scene, Zhao Feng remained unmoved.
"A trivial skill."
He also raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and then clenched it tightly!
Boom!
The black storm, powerful enough to annihilate galaxies, suddenly paused the moment Zhao Feng clenched his fist.
Followed by.
All the gales, all the raindrops, and even the space they occupied were forced together by an irresistible force to collapse and compress towards Zhao Feng's fist!
Click!Click!
In the blink of an eye.
Wang Lin's "summoning wind and rain" technique was actually crushed by Zhao Feng!
"what!"
This time, Wang Lin's gaze sharpened.
He couldn't understand how the other party had managed to do it.
Zhao Feng sneered, "You're still too green to play by the rules in front of me."
He took a step forward.
next moment.
He appeared in front of Wang Lin, his fist carrying the power of 840 million Dragon Elephant Particles, and smashed fiercely towards Wang Lin's face!
This punch shattered space and time, breaking the laws of nature.
Wang Lin felt an unprecedented sense of crisis enveloping his entire body.
He didn't have time to think. He crossed his arms across his chest, and the primordial power within his body surged wildly.
Boom!
Fist and arm collided solidly.
There was a muffled thud.
Wang Lin transformed into a streak of light and flew backward!
Rumble!
His body crashed through the incredibly solid cosmic barrier behind the Ninth Great Pass and plunged into the chaotic and disorderly depths of the cosmic frontier!
One punch!
With just one punch, he blasted Wang Lin, who was at the peak of the fifth level of the Hongmeng Realm, into the desolate edge of the universe!
This unbelievable scene left everyone present completely stunned.
Luo Feng, Qin Yu, and Lin Lei all felt that their worldviews had been severely impacted.
That's Wang Lin!
He is a peak expert at the fifth level of the Primordial Chaos Realm!
He was completely powerless to fight back after being punched by Zhao Feng.
This...this is impossible!
On the walls of the Ninth Fortress, Ye Fan and the others were also dumbfounded.
They anticipated that Zhao Feng would be very strong upon his return, perhaps even able to rival Wang Lin.
But no one expected it to be this strong!
“Brother Zhao…” Ye Fan’s lips moved slightly, but in the end, it turned into a bitter smile.
This guy, every time he disappears for a period of time and then reappears, his strength undergoes a tremendous change.
In the center of the battlefield, Zhao Feng withdrew his fist, not even glancing in the direction where Wang Lin had disappeared.
He turned around, took a step, and his figure returned to the city wall of the Ninth Fortress, standing beside Ye Fan.
"Brother Zhao, you..." Ye Fan looked at him, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Zhao Feng patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "It's just a little trouble."
This gesture made Luo Feng and his two companions on the other side's hearts pound wildly.
They looked at Zhao Feng with none of their previous arrogance; instead, they were filled with deep apprehension.
Just then.
Boom!
Behind the Ninth Fortress, in the chaotic depths of the cosmic wilderness, a deafening roar suddenly resounded.
A disheveled figure tore through layers of spatial storms and rushed out.
It was Wang Lin!
His hair was disheveled, a trace of blood clung to the corner of his mouth, and the sleeves of his arms, which were lying across his chest, had been completely reduced to dust, revealing two arms covered with fine cracks.
He stared intently at Zhao Feng on the city wall, his eyes blazing with fury and murderous intent that seemed almost tangible.
"Zhao Feng!"
Wang Lin roared thunderously, his voice filled with rage, "How dare you attack me! Are you trying to rebel?!"
"You colluded with the demons, betrayed the Immortal Alliance, and now you dare to return to commit atrocities! Today, I will execute you on the spot as a warning to others!"
The words fell.
Wang Lin's aura continued to rise, and the terrifying pressure belonging to the peak of the fifth level of the Hongmeng Realm was several times stronger than before!
He formed a mysterious mudra with his hands in front of his chest.
In an instant, the entire starry sky dimmed.
A phantom, gray river of unknown origin and end appeared behind him.
In the long river, countless phantoms of living beings rise and fall, wail and struggle.
That is the cycle of reincarnation for all living beings!
"The Great Cycle of Reincarnation, the Seal of Life and Death!"
Within that long river of reincarnation, endless death energy and causal power were extracted and condensed into a gray ancient seal in his palm.
The ancient seal was covered with densely packed reincarnation runes.
Each flash seemed to contain a vast world that was born and destroyed within it.
The moment the mark appeared, Luo Feng, Qin Yu, and Lin Lei all changed color and frantically retreated.
They could sense that the ancient seal contained a terrifying power that could completely annihilate them!
Wang Lin is truly enraged and is about to unleash his real killing move!
Ye Fan and the others also tensed up, with the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron hanging down with ten thousand streams of Xuanhuang Qi above their heads, ready to make a move at any moment.
however.
Faced with this devastating attack, Zhao Feng merely sneered.
He raised his right hand and waved it gently towards the void.
Splash!
Nine enormous heads, still radiating overwhelming demonic energy, appeared out of thin air, like nine ancient demonic mountains, and crashed heavily into the starry sky in front of the Ninth Great Pass!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each head that fell to the ground caused the entire starry sky to tremble violently.
That was the ferocious face of the Burning Heaven Demon General, the enormous dragon head of the Star Devouring Demon General, and the pitch-black demonic skull of the Annihilation Demon General…
The heads of the nine Hongmeng Fifth Heaven Demon Generals were carelessly discarded on the ground!
Although they had lost their lives, the undying demonic power and overwhelming baleful aura remaining in their heads instantly coalesced into a black storm that swept across the entire battlefield!
Wang Lin stopped moving.
He stared at the nine demon generals' heads, which radiated endless ferocity, and the raging anger on his face was instantly replaced by astonishment and disbelief.
What... what is this?
This aura... each one is no weaker than his!
Moreover, there are a full nine of them!
After Zhao Feng finished doing all this, he turned his indifferent gaze to Wang Lin, who was still in an attacking stance.
He spoke calmly, "Fellow Daoist Wang, what did you just say?"
"I did not hear you clearly."
Looking at the nine heads radiating demonic energy, and then at Zhao Feng standing calmly on the city wall, Wang Lin felt his mind was starting to overwhelm him.
The aura emanating from those nine heads was unmistakable.
Each one is a genuine fifth level of the Primordial Chaos!
Moreover, he is the most outstanding Demon Commander-level being among the demon race!
He...he killed nine Demon Generals all by himself?
how can that be!
"You..." Wang Lin couldn't utter a complete sentence.
the other side.
Luo Feng, Qin Yu, and Lin Lei felt their scalps tingle and a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.
They had previously questioned Zhao Feng about colluding with the demons.
But now, the nine heads of the Demon General are right in front of us, which is more convincing than any words or any evidence!
What a terrifying record!
What incredible, heaven-defying power! (End of Chapter)