Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

The valley was deathly silent.

Only the wailing of the wind blowing through the broken rocks and the low hissing of the lower-ranking Darkborn who were not quite dead in the distance could be heard.

Ling Feng raised his hand expressionlessly, and the jade pendant belonging to the Nightmare flew into his palm automatically.

It felt slightly cool to the touch, and inside, countless subtle emotional fluctuations seemed to be struggling and wailing.

"This is the fifth one."

Ling Feng murmured to himself, "Of the twelve Fiends, I have already killed five of them and taken their Death Jade."

Judging from this situation, it seems that before long, apart from the Soul Cry that had previously submitted, the other eleven Soul Jade pieces among the Twelve Deathly Fiends will all be his.

He casually put away the jade pendant, then turned his gaze to the two plague and corpse spirits not far away, who were already terrified.

From Ling Feng's awakening to his death from the nightmare.

All of this happened so fast that there wasn't even a moment to react.

At this moment, the two Fiends were ashen-faced, not even entertaining the slightest thought of resistance; only one thought remained in their minds—

escape!
Escape immediately, at all costs!

The strength of this Star Hunter has far exceeded the level they can contend with.

Even if they possess the characteristic of being almost immortal, if Ling Feng were to capture them alive and then gradually refine their annihilation essence, it would be no different from being dead.

"Split up and escape!"

The plague roared hoarsely, its hunched body suddenly exploding into countless gray-green plague spores, each spore containing a faint consciousness and origin, scattering wildly in all directions.

As long as even one spore escapes, he will be able to completely break free from Ling Feng's control.

Although the cost of doing so is quite heavy and will damage one's source power, it is still better than being captured by Ling Feng.

"Dream on."

Ling Feng's eyes turned cold, and he raised his right hand, gently clenching it over the countless spores.

"The Wheel of Time...going backwards."

hum-

Invisible ripples of spacetime spread out from him, and wherever they passed, the plague spores that had already scattered hundreds of feet away began to retreat wildly along their original trajectory, like a scene played in reverse.

In just three breaths, all the scattered and fleeing spores retreated back to their original point, regrouping into the hunched and decaying body of the plague.

"no no!"

The plague's eyes were filled with despair. It could feel that the space around it had been completely locked, and even the smallest spore could not escape.

On the other hand, Corpse Whisperer's situation was equally tragic.

At the moment of his death from the nightmare, he directly spat out hundreds of millions of corpse worms, which surged in all directions like a river.

His true form rapidly shrank, blending into the corpse worms. Given the chance to burrow underground, he could breed countless more corpse worms, constantly differentiating into more individuals.

If even one corpse worm manages to escape, he will be able to escape alive.

However, his approach was almost identical to that of the epidemic.

Even the spores of the plague cannot escape, so how could his corpse worms possibly get away?

"You come back here too!"

A cold glint flashed in Ling Feng's eyes. Whether it was the plague or the corpse language, their abilities were similar to the blood regeneration that Ling Feng had cultivated.

Of course, their regeneration ability has reached the level of the laws of creation, far surpassing the ability to regenerate from a drop of blood.

Therefore, no matter how many times their main body is destroyed, as long as there is still a clone remaining, they can be resurrected and reborn endlessly.

Therefore, Ling Feng would not waste his energy killing them. As long as he imprisoned them and prevented them from escaping, he would still have countless ways to refine their annihilation essence.

At that point, they'll probably wish they could die sooner so they can have an easier time and suffer less.

The next moment, Corpse Whisper returned to its original form as a fat corpse worm, its body wrapped in layers of chains, which were the Spirit Binding Locks that Ling Feng had created with the power of his ancestral veins.

Bound by the chains binding their spirits, they couldn't escape even if they wanted to self-destruct.

"Cough cough cough..."

The plague had returned to its old, sickly state. Coughing, it feigned weakness and said, "Young brother, it was the Nightmare that provoked you. Now that the Nightmare is dead, why are you still targeting us? Look at this old geezer of mine, even the Death Jade is tainted with the aura of twilight. It's of no use to you. How about you do me a favor and let me go?"

"hehe."

Ling Feng sneered, "You old codger, what face do you have? The saying goes, 'An old man who doesn't die is a thief.' You old thief, you should go down and reunite with Heart Nightmare and the others as soon as possible."

"you!"

The diseased man's eyes immediately turned bloodshot and he glared at Ling Feng, gritting his teeth in anger.

This kid won't budge, no matter what you say!

"You! You can't kill us!"

The Corpse Whisperer screamed in terror, its insect body writhing wildly: "Star Hunter, if you kill us, the Lord will not let you off! If you dare to touch a single hair on my head, the Lord will surely extract your soul and refine it, so that you will never be reincarnated!"

Soul Cry had already flown to Ling Feng's side. Hearing Corpse Whisper's naive fantasy that the Lord would avenge them, he couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

This guy will probably never understand that from the very beginning, they were all abandoned pawns of Lord Mingyuan.

It was the "sacrifice" he made in a deal with the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon.

If it weren't for her good fortune in being taken under Ling Feng's command, her fate would probably have been no different from those of the other demons who died at Ling Feng's hands.

However, since things had already come to this point, there was no need for her to remind Corpse Whisperers and the others anymore.

Let them be confused, let them hold onto a sliver of hope.

After all, reality is just too cruel.

"Oh?"

Ling Feng's eyes were icy cold. "Killing one is the same as killing them all. I've already killed five Hong Sha so far. Considering you've shown some backbone, you'll be next."

With his right hand fingers spread open, chaotic power began to gather in his palm.

"No, no, no, I'm not hard! What's hard about me? I'm just a soft worm, a soft worm without any bones!"

The corpse's hideous face immediately showed an expression of extreme panic, "Kill the plague first, he's old, the old have priority!"

“I’ll go first, you old mother. Star Hunter, you refine him first. This bug is young and energetic, and it’s probably trying to escape right now. I’m different. I’m old and don’t have the energy to mess around!”

"Bullshit! They say old ginger is spicier, so of course we'll kill that old schemer first!"

"You bastard, you dead bug!"

"Old man, you think I'm being too polite?!"

"..."

"..."

Seeing the two guys getting more and more agitated as they argued, countless black lines appeared on Ling Feng's forehead.

"Shut up, all of you!" Ling Feng snorted coldly, and slowly pressed down with his right hand. The power of chaos transformed into a gray palm print, which he pressed down on the two great evil spirits at the same time.

As it fell, the Soul-Binding Lock immediately tightened to prevent the primal power of the two great evil spirits from dissipating.

Immediately afterwards, the space around the plague and the corpse began to collapse inch by inch, and their bodies began to twist and deform under the terrifying pressure. The next moment, the source of destruction was forcibly stripped from their bodies, and the two great annihilation demons simultaneously let out extremely shrill screams.

Since they can't die, let's forcibly condense their death jade first.

Without the Hongyu, their abilities naturally become ineffective.

"No!"

"My Lord, save me!!!"

The two of them let out hysterical roars at the same time, and were instantly killed like nightmares. Instead, they died quickly and without much pain.

Their immortality has now become the source of their endless suffering.

Being stripped away and annihilated bit by bit is equivalent to being torn to pieces at the level of the soul.

That kind of pain is indescribable.

"That's enough, let's stop here!"

Just then, a long and heavy sigh suddenly came from the depths of the earth.

The sigh wasn't loud, but it seemed to resonate deep within everyone's soul, carrying an ancient, decaying, yet vast and terrifying aura.

The next moment, the entire valley began to tremble violently.

The earth quickly caved in, and then the ground began to writhe as if it were alive, turning into a deep, dark abyss of mud in the blink of an eye.

Dark purple bubbles kept rising from the swamp, and each bursting bubble released an extremely strong stench of decay and death.

"This is... the rotten mire of the Abyss!"

Soul Cry's expression changed drastically. She turned sharply to look at Ling Feng, her voice trembling as she warned, "Master, be careful! This is the power of the Second Deathly Abyss! He... he's been hiding underground all along!"

"The Abyss of Corruption?"

Ling Feng frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over the ever-expanding swamp.

He had sensed something was amiss long ago. The three demonic spirits that appeared this time, although the Nightmare's abilities were indeed somewhat unique, almost caused him to fall victim to them.

However, the combined strength of the three of them was far less than the pressure that Blood Roar brought him.

There wasn't a single person among them who was capable of leading the team.

It turned out that this was a team of four, and the leader, the Second Sha Fu Yuan, had been present the whole time, silently watching everything unfold.

And he didn't notice at all!
The aura of this rotten abyss is perfectly blended with death and decay, as if it were an integral part of this land.

And the level he has reached is clearly above Blood Roar.

Ling Feng's gaze sharpened, and he immediately became wary.

"As expected of Star Hunter who could kill Blood Roar, your power of the Wheel of Time is indeed extraordinary."

The next moment, a figure slowly rose from the center of the swamp.

He was a tall man, but his body was covered with signs of decay.

He was wearing a tattered gray robe, the hem of which had turned into strips of cloth soaking in the mud.

The exposed skin had a dark purple, decaying color, and the whole body emitted a nauseating stench.

Compared to him, even Corpse Whisper and Plague seem rather "handsome".

At this moment, deep within the eye socket of that rotten abyss, two eerie green flames slowly burned, coldly watching Ling Feng.

It turns out that from the very beginning, Fu Yuan had been lurking deep underground, witnessing everything that happened. Even after Ling Feng dealt with Xin Yan, he did not take action, after all, he didn't really like Xin Yan, this "madman".

However, seeing that the plague and the corpse language had once again fallen into Ling Feng's hands and were about to be refined, Fu Yuan couldn't help but make a move.

After all, nearly half of the Twelve Fiends had been killed or injured. If all the members of his squad had died, it would be somewhat unreasonable for him to run back alone.

"Lord Fu Yuan! Save us!"

"Second brother, help!"

When the plague and the corpses saw the Abyss appear, they clung to it like a lifeline, screaming and begging for help.

Fu Yuan ignored them, his eerie green eyes fixed on Ling Feng, and slowly spoke: "Let's stop here! You have now condensed your fifth ancestral vein, and their death jades are no longer of any use to you. So..."

As Fu Yuan spoke, his aura surged, and a strong sense of oppression swept over the entire valley, instantly creating a terrifying storm.

Hunqi, standing to the side, let out a muffled groan and spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body being blasted away.

Ling Feng's gaze sharpened, and he appeared behind Hun Qi in a flash. He raised his hand and pressed down on her shoulder, barely managing to steady her.

Soul Cry glanced back at Ling Feng and gritted his teeth, saying, "Be careful, Master! The Abyss's strength has increased as well!"

Ling Feng nodded slightly. He had mentioned it when Hun Qi reported to him about the abilities of the Twelve Deadly Fiends.

The Second Abyss of Decay and Corruption, also known as the 'Abyss of Ten Thousand Corruptions,' is a law of annihilation that can corrupt and defile all laws of creation.

To a certain extent, this is even comparable to Ling Feng's Chaos Law.

Among the twelve deadly fiends, apart from the unfathomable First Deadly Fiend Skeleton, the Abyss of Decay is undoubtedly the most terrifying!
Ling Feng's gaze narrowed slightly, locking onto the blurry figure in the center of the swamp.

He could sense the essential difference between this second Death Demon's aura and that of the other Death Demons.

Clearly, although the other Deathly Haunts also received amplification from the Abyss Lord's primal power, the primal power received by the Second Deathly Haunt, the Corruption Abyss, must have far exceeded that of Plague and Corpse Whisper.

The next moment, the Spirit-Binding Lock he had used to restrain the plague and the corpse's language was twisted by an unknown law.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Yuan simply raised his hand and pulled the two Shi Yu who had been controlled by Ling Feng directly to his side.

Ling Feng frowned slightly, but did not stop him.

The likes of Corpse Whisperer are always within his grasp, but this Abyss of Corruption is the most troublesome existence at present.

"I'm taking the person with me!"

Fu Yuan stared calmly at Ling Feng and said indifferently, "In exchange, I will also not pursue the traitor Hun Qi. What do you say?"

"You think you can just take it away like that?"

Ling Feng smiled coldly, "What if I disagree?"

"Star Hunter, I advise you to agree."

Fu Yuan slowly shook his head, the aura of decay around him growing stronger, and the swamp beneath his feet continued to expand, even reaching the feet of Ling Feng.

"Your strength is indeed quite remarkable; even I can't help but admire you."

As he spoke, a deep light flashed in his dark green eyes: "If I'm not mistaken, you are a descendant of Jun Tian, ​​the patriarch of the Star Hunter Clan. But unfortunately, your Wheel of Time Laws are far inferior to Jun Tian's. And even his Wheel of Time's Judgment can be corrupted by me, let alone someone as junior as you. So—"

He paused, staring silently at Ling Feng for a long while before slowly saying, "Let's stop here. With your abilities, you are capable enough to go to the Spirit Abyss. Why engage in pointless fighting? If you can stop here, we can live in peace."

"Heh... What if I don't want things to stay peaceful?"

Ling Feng suddenly laughed, raising his eyes to stare at Fu Yuan, a domineering and disdainful glint in them. "Not only can you not take them with you, but I also want your Death Jade!" (End of Chapter)