Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

"Boom!!!"

A terrifying aura, like a tangible wave, swept over us, carrying with it the decaying and violent energy unique to the abyss.

Beneath the dark red sky, the churning black cloud resembled a nightmare that devoured light, its inner crimson eyes burning with deep-seated hatred, fixed intently on Ling Feng.

"Ling! Feng!!"

The hoarse roar was like the shrieks of countless vengeful spirits, shaking everyone to their core.

Freya and Sariel, already severely injured, turned pale and instinctively gripped their weapons tighter.

With the support of two trusted skeleton generals, Bei Mingwu managed to stand up, and feeling the terrifying pressure emanating from Quinn, cold sweat immediately poured down his forehead.

The proverb goes, "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."

Did I make the wrong bet again this time?

No matter how you look at it, given their current state, it's simply impossible for them to compete with them.

Yang Ning and Heath were so overwhelmed by the aura that they could barely breathe. If they hadn't put on their protective suits in time, they would probably have been consumed by the dense embers and dust around them.

Ling Feng's heart also tightened suddenly; what he feared most had come to pass!
And the one who came was none other than his most formidable nemesis—Quinn, the Son of the Abyss!
Ling Feng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the churning pain and weakness within his body. He handed the still unconscious Yu Bingqing to Freya beside him and whispered, "Take good care of her."

Freya took Yu Bingqing from her, looked at Ling Feng's pale yet resolute profile, gritted her teeth, and slammed the Scepter of Wisdom to the ground, casting a soft halo that protected Yu Bingqing. She herself took half a step forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Sariel, and warily stared at the terrifying black cloud in the sky.

Quinn hovered in mid-air, his crimson eyes sweeping over the disheveled crowd below before finally settling on Ling Feng. A cruel grin spread across his lips, revealing gleaming white teeth: "How pathetic you are, you despicable human, to have let yourself get into this half-dead state! Perfect, strike while the iron is hot!"

He licked his lips, his eyes blazing with greed and hatred: "This time, let's see who can save you! Your life, and everything you own, is mine!"

Before he finished speaking, Quinn's demonic energy surged, and the pitch-black abyssal energy, like boiling ink, condensed in his hand into a huge demonic blade burning with black flames.

Without another word, he flapped his blood wings and transformed into a black lightning bolt that tore through space, carrying a terrifying power that could crush everything, and rushed straight towards Ling Feng!

The speed is far greater than before!
"Protect the Palace Master!"

Bei Mingwu took a deep breath and shouted sharply.

The few remaining trusted skeleton generals beside him did not hesitate to soar into the sky, their energy cores operating at overload, attempting to stop Quinn by self-destructing.

However, the gap in strength is too great!
Quinn didn't even look at them directly. He simply waved his demonic blade, and a crescent-shaped black blade of light swept out. The several powerful skeletal generals, along with their self-destruct energy, were instantly and silently annihilated, leaving not even a trace behind!

"Ants!"

Quinn scoffed, his momentum undiminished, the demonic blade aimed straight at Ling Feng's head!
He wanted to strike a fatal blow and completely end this enemy who had brought him countless humiliations!
Faced with this deadly attack, Freya, standing beside Ling Feng, let out a delicate shout, and the Wisdom Scepter shone brightly, instantly forming a solid barrier of holy light; Sariel merged with her sword, transforming into an extremely dazzling sword beam that struck straight at Quinn's heart.

Even the extremely weak Bei Mingwu forcibly activated the floating cannons attached to his battle armor, firing out blinding heavy particle rays!

The three of them working together represent the strongest power they can unleash in their current state!
boom--!
The black demonic blade clashed fiercely with the holy light barrier, the dazzling sword light, and the heavy particle rays!

However, the stalemate lasted less than a breath before the Holy Light Barrier shattered. Freya coughed up blood and flew backward, while Sariel's sword light was corroded by demonic energy, causing his longsword to wail. He crashed to the ground like a meteorite, carving a deep trench.

Bei Mingwu's heavy particle beam was directly swallowed by the demonic blade, and the recoil caused him to stagger backward, his armor cracking and breaking.

Even with the combined strength of the three, they couldn't stop Quinn in the slightest, or even hinder him for a moment!
The Demon Blade's power remained undiminished, and the aura of death had already enveloped Ling Feng!
At this critical moment, Ling Feng suddenly looked up. Although his eyes were bloodshot, there was no panic in them. Instead, they shot out an extremely sharp light. Instead of retreating, he took a step forward and let out a thunderous roar at Quinn, who was charging towards him with overwhelming momentum:

"Quinn! Come on! Take one more step, and do you dare to enter my 'Gambling Prison' again?!"

This loud shout was like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploding in Quinn's ears and resounding deep within his mind!
The words "Prison of Gamblers" seemed to carry some kind of terrifying magic, instantly touching Quinn's most sensitive and unbearable memories!
The previous two experiences are like nightmares replaying in my mind!
The shame and fear of being powerless, manipulated by the rules, and ultimately suffering a crushing defeat have been deeply etched into his soul!
"Buzz!"

Quinn, who was rushing towards him, froze in mid-air!
The demonic blade, which was almost touching Ling Feng's forehead, suddenly stopped, its tip trembling violently, revealing the intense struggle within him.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Ling Feng, trying to find even the slightest hint of bluff on the other's face.

Ling Feng endured the excruciating pain that felt like his soul was being torn apart, and his body was on the verge of collapse from forcibly gathering his qi. His face remained cold and resolute, and a mocking smile even appeared on his lips: "Come on! Let's see what you can gamble this time. Is it this worthless life that you barely managed to snatch back?"

Ling Feng's words were like daggers to the heart!
Quinn's expression shifted, a mixture of surprise, anger, and a barely concealed fear.

He stared intently at Ling Feng, sensing the other's faint aura, like a candle flickering in the wind. Reason told him that Ling Feng was definitely bluffing and had no way of having the strength to open that strange gambling prison.

but……

What if?
Ling Feng is as cunning as a fox, full of tricks. Who knows if this is yet another trap to lure him in?

He was confident of victory the first two times, but he ended up failing in this seemingly impossible "gambling prison".

If we fall for their trick again this third time...

That would be utterly disastrous!

The hunting mother would never give him a fourth chance!
There won't be a fourth chance!
This is his last chance; he must be careful and not let himself be caught off guard again.

"asshole!"

Quinn let out a deep roar, hovering in the air, his demonic blade pointing at Ling Feng, and shouted with a fierce but weak voice, "Ling Feng! Don't fucking scare me! Do you think I'll fall for the same trick three times? Even if you can open the Gambling Prison, I'm not afraid of you this time!"

Despite this, his body involuntarily retreated more than a hundred meters in a flash, creating enough distance between him and Ling Feng.

He stared intently at every inch of space around Ling Feng, his spiritual power spreading out like a tide, carefully sensing any trace of fluctuations in the rules, daring not to easily step into that possible "domain" again.

Seeing that Quinn was indeed intimidated, Ling Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he dared not relax his tense nerves in the slightest. His current condition was extremely bad; let alone activating the Gambling Prison, even maintaining his standing was extremely difficult.

That loud shout just now almost drained the little strength he had managed to muster.

He's completely playing a game of deception, betting that Quinn's psychological trauma from the "Gambling Prison" is strong enough.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Ling Feng sneered, deliberately adopting a condescending tone, and said, "Then why are you backing down? Come forward and wager this final round with me, to determine who is superior and to decide life and death! Do you dare?"

As he spoke, he secretly and frantically urged his almost depleted spiritual power to communicate with the dim and lifeless Eastern Emperor Bell in his sea of ​​consciousness.

His only hope now is to buy enough time to recover a little strength and then forcefully activate the Eastern Emperor Bell again!
If we can summon the nine monarchs in the Chaos Temple, as well as Tian Sha, Huang Shaotian and others, with their combined strength, we might be able to put up a fight against Quinn!
Time, what he needs most now is time!

On the surface, Ling Feng confronted Quinn, exchanging sharp words with him, but in reality, he was racing against time.

Quinn was annoyed by Ling Feng's words, but looking at Ling Feng's confident and fearless appearance, he was even more suspicious.

He flew slowly around Ling Feng and the others, his scarlet eyes like the most cunning hunting dogs, not missing a single detail.

He saw Freya and Sariel struggling to their feet, their breaths weak; he saw Bei Mingwu relying on his mechanical arm to stand; he saw the terrified looks in Yang Ning and Hiss's eyes; and he saw Yu Bingqing, unconscious, being protected behind Freya.

Everything indicates that these people have indeed reached a dead end.

But... what about Ling Feng?

That kid's such a show-off!
Last time, he pretended to be chased by me for several hours, seemingly fleeing in panic, but then he turned around and opened the Gambling Prison, almost causing me to be doomed forever!
Quinn was extremely agitated. He longed to tear Ling Feng apart immediately, devour his flesh and essence, complete the task assigned by the Hunting Mother, and also fulfill his own long-cherished wish.

But the "gambling prison" made him hesitant to act, and he dared not make a move.

"Ling Feng, don't be so smug! Even if you really did set up the Gambling Prison, I'll wear you down today! Let's see how long you can last in this wretched state!"

Quinn decided to take the safest approach—to wear them down!
He refused to believe that Ling Feng could maintain that terrifying domain indefinitely without revealing any flaws.

He continuously released powerful mental pressure, impacting Ling Feng's mind, while simultaneously drawing upon the surrounding abyssal power to form invisible shackles that bound the group, exacerbating their exhaustion.

Ling Feng outwardly appeared solemn, but inwardly he was secretly delighted.

This time, Quinn finally got his act together, but he didn't know that Ling Feng had already refined and absorbed a portion of the Abyss Core's power.

This means that the power of the abyss not only cannot pose a threat to Ling Feng, but is like the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which can help him absorb and recover.

Great, that's it!

Ling Feng clenched his fists. Once he regained enough strength, it would be your death day!

……

Meanwhile, the battle in the core area of ​​the Northern Underworld Military Academy in Sky City continues.

Despite being outnumbered and outmatched by three opponents, Wu Zhao remained defiant, his supreme divine authority brooking no challenge. Surrounded by endless chains of divine laws, he drew upon the power of the entire Sky City with every gesture, engaging the three Insect Queens in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

Suddenly, the Night Mother, the Hunting Mother, and the Nursing Mother, who were engaged in battle, moved slightly at almost the same time. They all sensed that Ling Feng's aura had completely left the Sky City's range and was rapidly moving away.

With a slight sense of relief, Night Mother immediately transmitted her voice to Hunting Mother and Nursing Mother: "Ling Feng has escaped and our objective has been achieved. We should not stay here any longer and should find an opportunity to leave!"

Upon hearing this, the broodmother slowed her attack slightly, her massive insect body contracting as if preparing to leave the battlefield at any moment.

However, a strange light flashed across the hideous head of the Hunting Mother, which was covered with compound eyes.

She naturally knew that Quinn was probably dealing with Ling Feng at the moment, so she had to buy Quinn some time.

Therefore, instead of retreating, her attack suddenly became even more ferocious. Countless terrifying limbs with barbs rained down on Wu Zhao like a storm, while she shrieked, "Retreat? Now is the perfect opportunity! Taiyi seems unable to show himself, and Wu Zhao is being suppressed by the three of us. Why not take this chance to completely kill him here?"

Upon hearing this, Mother Night frowned slightly and glanced at Mother Hunting.

Although the Hunting Mother has always been warlike, her actions today reveal an unusual radicalism. If Wu Zhao were so bloodthirsty, why would they have lay low for so many years?

Unless... she has other plans?
Could it be...

Her eyelids twitched suddenly. Could it be that the Hunting Mother still hadn't given up on getting rid of Ling Feng?

Just as Night Mother's mind raced, Wu Zhao, who was besieged by the three rulers, let out a low, mocking laugh: "You three insect queens think you can kill me? Wishful thinking!"

Before he finished speaking, Wu Zhao's gray robe billowed, and in his deep eyes, it seemed as if countless desolate stars were illuminating and shining!
In an instant, an aura of annihilation, far more terrifying and profound than before, erupted!
The supreme divine power swept out like a tsunami, temporarily suppressing the combined attack of the three insect queens!
"not good!"

Night Mother's expression changed slightly. Wu Zhao was unleashing his full power, and now it would be difficult for him to escape easily!
The expression on the hunting mother's face clearly carried a hint of triumph in her scheme.

She was deliberately provoking Wu Zhao!
At this thought, alarm bells rang loudly in Night Mother's mind!
She immediately sent a wisp of her divine sense to Zi Ling, who was engaged in fierce combat with Si You: "Zi Ling! Ling Feng is probably in danger! You must escape immediately, then contact Yin Yue and Xue Yao to go and support Ling Feng together."

Zi Ling, who was being harassed by Si You and the Ji Mie guards, received a telepathic message from Ye Mu. She was stunned at first, and then flew into a rage!
Her beautiful eyes instantly blazed with fury. She abruptly turned her head and glared in the direction where the hunting mother was, wishing she could rush over and tear her to pieces!
This treacherous old woman actually tried to harm her master!
But she knew she had to stay rational at this moment.

Si You's strength was already on par with hers, and with the addition of those fearless and fierce Silent Guards, how easy would it be for her to escape in a short time!
"Go away!"

With a sharp cry, Zi Ling's body surged with purple light, and countless purple wings instantly transformed into thousands of sharp blades, sweeping towards Si You like a storm of swords, attempting to forcibly tear open a gap.

Si You remained expressionless, thrusting out her soft sword with lightning speed. Countless shadowy tentacles coiled around her like living creatures, neutralizing the purple blade's light. Her voice was icy and flat: "Trying to leave? Leave your life behind!" (End of Chapter)