Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

"Humph!"

However, just as the axe blade touched Shadowweaver's body—

A playful smile appeared on Yingzhi's lips.

He stared at Ling Feng with a cold smile, and said unhurriedly, "Star Hunter, it seems you learned my name is Shadow Weaver from that gray ape's memories, so you deliberately set up this scheme to limit my abilities. But you are still too naive! You can't kill me!"

hum!
In an instant, Yingzhi's figure suddenly became ethereal and transparent, like a reflection in water, rippled slightly.

The axe blade pierced through his body, striking the void behind him and unleashing a terrifying shockwave that cleaved a hideous rift in the entire spacetime.

Shadow Weaving, however, was completely unharmed.

"Ok?"

Ling Feng raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

His axe strike just now clearly hit the target.

But the sensation was strange, as if I had struck a phantom, without any tangible feeling.

"Hahaha! It's useless!"

Shadow Weaver's figure solidified again, a hint of smugness flashing in her crimson eyes: "Before my 'Shadow Illusion,' any attack is ineffective. Did you really think that dispelling the shadows would allow you to subdue me?"

He sneered, his voice regaining its previous arrogance: "I'll say it again, let me go. Otherwise, when I lose my patience, you'll suffer the consequences. I just don't want to kill you yet, not because I'm afraid of you!"

"A phantom image?"

Ling Feng snorted coldly, "I don't care about your illusion or anything, this is my territory!"

He roared and then unleashed a series of furious slashes towards Yingzhi.

cut!
cut!
cut!
However, every attack was completely evaded by Shadow.

Once his figure blurred, Ling Feng's attack completely missed.

It seems that he was just wasting his strength and achieving nothing.

"Utterly foolish!"

Yingzhi smiled coldly, "Still haven't you realized it? Your abilities are no longer effective against me! Let me leave obediently, and I can pretend nothing happened!"

He appeared calm and collected, but in reality, he was extremely anxious.

Although Ling Feng couldn't hurt him for the time being, he also couldn't escape from Ling Feng's creation realm.

"If it's ineffective, why are you in such a hurry?"

Ling Feng stared at Ying Zhi, a cold smile curving his lips: "Besides, do you really think that my dozen or so axe blows just now were a waste of effort?"

"What did you say?"

Yingzhi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest.

He suddenly lowered his head, and instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, and an unbelievable terror erupted in his scarlet eyes.

A fine crack had appeared on his chest, though it was unclear when.

The crack was shallow, almost invisible, but it was definitely there.

Moreover, the cracks are spreading and expanding at a visible speed, becoming more and more obvious and larger!
Immediately afterwards, dark purple blood seeped from the wound, staining his gray robe a deep purple.

"W-what happened? What did you do?"

Shadow Weaver stared in terror at the wound on her chest, letting out a shrill scream as she frantically channeled her Annihilation Power in an attempt to heal it.

But before the first wound could heal, another terrifying spurt of blood shot out from his right arm with a "hiss".

The next moment, blood splattered from his left abdomen, revealing a deep wound that exposed bone.

His eyes widened, as if he had realized something.

This is the location where Ling Feng attacked earlier.

Moreover, it erupted in the order that Ling Feng attacked.

Chest, right arm, left abdomen...

This order is exactly the same!
"No...this is impossible..."

He suddenly looked up, staring intently at Ling Feng, his voice filled with fear and confusion: "You clearly didn't hit me! I clearly dodged all the attacks!"

Moreover, he clearly showed a surprised and astonished expression when his attack missed.

Could it be that it was just a deliberate performance to numb oneself?

Damn!

That kid is too cunning!

"Yes, of course you dodged it."

Ling Feng nodded slowly, his voice calm: "But what you dodged was only the attack of 'this moment'."

He paused, a sharp glint in his eyes: "But what I unleashed was an attack from the 'future'."

"The future...the future?!"

Yingzhi trembled violently, her crimson eyes flashing with utter horror: "This...this is Juntian's Wheel of Time? How could you possibly control it? No...impossible!"

Nothing is impossible.

Ling Feng interrupted him, and the wounds on Ying Zhi's body continued to appear one after another, following the order in which Ling Feng had attacked.

With each attack, Yingzhi trembled, and her aura weakened further.

He stared at Ling Feng in horror; this attack from the "future" had actually already happened in the past.

That was a predetermined outcome that could not be changed.

He had nowhere to hide!

"Do you really think that the great sun I showed you was just to dispel the shadows?"

A sneer curled at the corner of his lips: "Where there is light, there is shadow. Do you really think I don't know the true secret of your Shadow Power? That great sun was never meant to dispel the shadow, but to make you mistakenly believe that I don't know your trump card."

"you!"

Yingzhi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Hunqi...Hunqi betrayed the Lord?"

"Just realizing it now? Your secret, of course, was told to me by her."

Ling Feng sneered, "Alright, that's enough. You've died knowing the truth now."

"Cough cough cough..."

Yingzhi coughed up mouthfuls of blood.

Each of Ling Feng's previous attacks would erupt in sequence.

He looked down at his body, which was now riddled with holes.

He finally understood that Ling Feng's attack just now actually overlapped with the moment he used his illusionary form.

He mistakenly believed that he had used the Shadow Transformation technique to avoid Ling Feng's attack and thus escape unharmed.

However, Ling Feng's attack was not aimed at the moment he used the illusion form, but rather he used the power of the Wheel of Time to delay the onset of those attacks.

Those attacks had locked onto his body, or rather, locked onto the "light" he had previously hidden.

The moment light and shadow anchored, the shadow concealed itself within the light, and what Ling Feng attacked was actually the light at that very moment.

However, the power of the Wheel of Time delayed the burst of his attack, which is what Ling Feng referred to as attacking the Shadow Weave of the future.

Of course, launching this move is not entirely unavoidable.

But for Yingzhi, there was no way to escape, because this was Lingfeng's creation realm.

Even a sliver of light cannot escape Ling Feng's control.

"puff……"

Wounds began to appear one after another, and when the tenth slash wound appeared on Yingzhi's body, he completely panicked.

Scared!

The shadow of death loomed over him. He stared intently at Ling Feng, his voice hoarse with pleading, "I...I surrender..."

"I am willing to submit to you like Soul Cry... to be your servant... I only beg you not to kill me..."

"Submit? It seems that the subordinates of that so-called lord really have no backbone. Too bad, I don't need them!"

Ling Feng shook his head, his voice icy cold. For Ying Zhi, those words were undoubtedly a death sentence.

"No! I'm not reconciled!"

Shadow Weaver roared hysterically, "Why? Soul Cry can do it, but I can't? I'm stronger than her, I...I..."

"Enough!" Ling Feng interrupted him, his face expressionless. "To me, your greatest value is the Death Jade within you. As for other information, I already have it all. So, die!"

Of course, there was another reason, which Ling Feng didn't mention.

That is, no matter what, Soul Cry looks much better than Shadow Weaver, and it also has the ability to manipulate other Darkin to deliver the Death Jewel.

And this Shadow Weaver is just an eyesore!
He paused, and the chaotic power in his palm condensed again: "Since you are willing to submit, I will show you mercy and let you die a quick death."

As soon as he finished speaking, millions of spiritual singularities converged from all directions, heading towards Yingzhi's already riddled-with-holes body.

Boom boom boom boom boom!
"Do not!!!"

With a final, shrill scream, Yingzhi's body was finally blasted into blood and gore, vanishing into nothingness.

The third death, Shadow Weaving, is imminent!
His annihilating power spread rapidly, transforming into a dense, dark purple mist.

Immediately afterwards, the mist swirled and condensed, eventually transforming into a fist-sized, spherical crystal as clear as obsidian.

This is the jewel of Shadow Weaving.

It seems that once you reach the level of the Death Demon, you should be able to condense the Death Jade with 100% certainty.

Ling Feng raised his hand and grabbed the jade, feeling the immense energy within it, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

With this Death Jade, it's probably comparable to the tens of thousands of Death Jades from lower-level Darkborns before.

Perhaps, one could even use this to comprehend Shadowweaver's "Shadowless" ability.

"It's time to leave."

With a thought, Ling Feng caused the Annihilation Creation Realm to slowly dissipate, revealing the underground void once more.

He put away the jade pendant, and with a flicker, disappeared from the spot.

……

A moment later, Ling Feng appeared outside the stone forest.

Hunqi was waiting there anxiously. When he saw Ling Feng appear, he hurriedly stepped forward: "Master... Master... how is he?"

"It's solved."

Ling Feng spoke calmly, his gaze sweeping over Hunqi: "Yingzhi is dead. I will take his death jade."

Hunqi trembled, a complex look flashing in his eyes, but he quickly lowered his head: "Congratulations, Master..."

"Don't worry, I keep my word."

Ling Feng glanced at her and said calmly, "I will set you free after this matter is settled. But for now, you are still useful to me."

"Yes……"

Hunqi responded softly, but an indescribable chill welled up in his heart.

Kageori is dead.

Shadow Weaver, who ranked third among the Twelve Deadly Fiends and whose strength was unfathomable, actually died just like that.

He died at the hands of this Star Hunter who only had four ancestral veins.

This monster...

How many more cards are still hidden?

"Let's go."

Ling Feng said no more and turned to walk into the depths of the stone forest: "I need to refine the Shadow Weaving Jade first. You will protect me."

"Yes, Master!"

……

Meanwhile, in the Palace of Death.

"Kageori is dead..."

Deep within a stone palace, Lord Mingyuan suddenly opened his eyes. Just moments before, he had sensed that Yingzhi's annihilation essence had completely disintegrated.

"I never imagined that someone as meticulous as Yingzhi would fall into the hands of that Star Hunter..."

Lord Mingyuan murmured softly, but there was no trace of sorrow in his voice.

"Huang Gu, what secrets are hidden in the boy you chose, and what are you plotting?"

His brows furrowed, and the next moment, with a thought, he issued an emergency summons order to the remaining twelve Fiends.

hum!
hum!
hum!
In an instant, beams of light shot into the sky from the core area of ​​the Creation Realm, heading towards the direction of the Death Star Palace.

Immediately afterwards, the stone gate of the Hongxing Palace opened, and one after another, the Hongsha arrived.

The first death is a death of bones.

It was an enormous skeletal giant, almost twice the height of the other demons, its entire body composed of dark golden bones, with ghostly green flames burning in its eye sockets.

He was calm and composed, always taciturn, and was the first of the Twelve Deadly Fiends to follow Lord Mingyuan. He was also the most powerful and unfathomable among them.

The skeleton strode into the hall, and the other demons all turned to look at him, not daring to walk in front of him.

After the skeletons were seated, the Second Deadly Abyss stirred up a foul-smelling gust of wind and took its place.

The abyss resembled a mass of constantly writhing, rotting flesh, without a fixed shape. Twisted faces would occasionally appear on its surface, emitting silent wails.

Although it is the ugliest in appearance, and from its appearance alone it looks like a lower-level Darkborn that has not yet completed its evolution.

But in reality, his strength was only below that of the skeleton.

Immediately afterwards, the fourth Bloodthirsty Roar transformed into a streak of blood-red light and took its seat, a cold glint flashing in its eyes.

"The Lord is summoning us so urgently; something serious must have happened."

Blood Roar was a giant, blood-red wolf that stood upright, its muscles bulging, its fangs bared, and its body exuding an aura of bloodlust and rage.

He was also the most warlike and violent of the Twelve Deadly Demons.

In some respects, his combat ability is no less than that of the Third Shadow Weaver.

However, Yingzhi's elusive abilities left him completely helpless.

"I sensed a noble aura of death..."

The person who spoke to him was the fifth affliction, the plague.

It was an old man with a hunched back, his body covered with pustules and tumors, holding a twisted wooden cane, and exuding a nauseating stench of decay.

He looked unsteady on his feet, as if a gust of wind could blow him over, but in the blink of an eye, he had already taken his seat in front of the palace gate.

Blood Roar opened its gaping maw, filled with fangs, and sneered, "Then guess who's dead?"

"When the Lord arrives, the outcome will be clear. Cough cough cough..."

The Fifth Death Demon coughed a few times, scattering his plague spores in the air, which immediately made the other Death Demons frown.

"Old man, control your disease, or do you want to infect us?"

Blood Roar casually punched Plague on the forehead, and instantly, with a loud bang, a huge crater appeared in Plague's skull.

Immediately afterwards, a bunch of foul-smelling, rotting spores rapidly divided, and the previously sunken forehead quickly recovered.

"Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother is an elder too. Don't you understand the importance of respecting the elderly and caring for the young?"

A shadow floating in mid-air swept in like a gust of wind. Then, a twisted humanoid figure pieced together from countless fragments of nightmares appeared beside the plague. It had no specific form; its appearance and features constantly changed, like a dream, like an illusion, seemingly real yet unreal.

It was the sixth affliction, the Nightmare of the Heart.

"roll!"

Blood Roar let out a cold snort, and a terrifying aura of malevolence erupted from his body.

"okay!"

Nightmare quickly sat back in his seat, transforming into a seemingly young boy. He addressed everyone around him as "brother," even treating the person behind him, Hong Sha, with utmost politeness, acting like a kind old man.

In reality, the other members of the Deathly Haunted knew perfectly well that this guy was actually the most insidious and perverted one.

Next, the eighth Fiend, Rock Collapse. In appearance, it is a giant pieced together from countless rocks.

The Ninth Deadly Fiend, Wind Erosion. It was a constantly swirling gray whirlwind, within which a hideous face could be vaguely seen.

The tenth Fiend, Venomous Fang. A monster with a human head and a snake's body, its upper body is that of a seductive woman, and its lower body is a snake's tail covered in scales, with corrosive venom constantly dripping from its mouth.

The eleventh Fiend, Dark Eye. A gigantic eyeball suspended in mid-air, its entire body consisting of only one eyeball, shrouded in blood mist, and inside the eyeball, a bizarre face.

The twelfth Deathly Curse, Corpse Whisper. Its appearance is that of a slowly decaying corpse with a large hole in its chest, inside which countless maggots wriggle.

In fact, the corpse was merely its "container," while the maggot queen hidden within was its true form.

Almost instantly, all twelve Fiends, except for the already deceased Shadow Weaver and the Seventh Fiend Soul Cry, who was being controlled by Ling Feng, had arrived. (End of Chapter)