Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

"Do not worry."

Ling Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally firm, "I promised to take you away from the Creation Realm. So, I will definitely do it!"

He took a deep breath, stared intently at the spirit guards who were already poised to attack, and said in a deep voice, "Hold me tight, I will take you away!"

"Ok!"

Hunqi nodded weakly, leaned against Ling Feng's back, and tightly hugged Ling Feng's neck with both hands. Although her body was still trembling uncontrollably, the hope for life had been rekindled in her eyes.

Because Ling Feng always keeps his promises!

Ling Feng supported Soul Cry behind him with one hand, while slowly summoning Ten Directions Annihilation with the other.

Although at this moment he was almost completely exhausted.

However, Hunqi risked her life to shield him from the attack by the skeleton, and if he were to abandon her now, he would be a terrible person.

In any case, he must fulfill his promise to Soul Cry and give her true freedom.

"If you want to touch her, you'll have to get past me first!"

Ling Feng swung his longsword and let out a low shout at the spirit guards.

Before the words were finished—

"Purify!"

The chilling fluctuations of intent were like a final verdict, and the pure white light gathered in the palms of dozens of spirit guards suddenly erupted!

In an instant, dozens of purifying light arrows, interwoven into a death network, swept towards Ling Feng.

In an instant, the terrifying purifying power sealed off the entire space, making Hunqi feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

She closed her eyes tightly, buried her face in Ling Feng's blood-stained back, and dared not look at him anymore.

All she could do was believe!
"Break!"

In the face of despair, Ling Feng let out a deep roar. Within his tattered body, the long-dried-up chaotic origin and the nearly extinguished divine aura of creation were forcibly squeezed out by his will to produce the last bit of power.

He poured all his remaining meager strength, along with his indomitable fighting spirit, into the dimly lit Ten Directions Annihilation Sword in his hand, and fiercely swept it across the oncoming rain of purifying light!
"The Sword of Chaos of Heaven and Earth!"

His current state is no longer sufficient to unleash an even more powerful Chaos Ancestral God Sword.

But this Chaos Sword Technique was his own creation, and now it incorporates his new understanding of the origin of chaos.

The power unleashed by this sword now is completely incomparable to what it was in the Immortal Realm in the past.

hum!
A rumble resounded in the void, and a hazy, extremely solid arc-shaped sword aura swept out, clinging tightly to the sword's edge.

Within the sword aura, chaotic energy and pale golden divine breath intertwined with difficulty, faintly revealing the phantoms of mountains and the veins of rivers, carrying a powerful yet still overwhelming pressure of heaven and earth, facing the pure white sky.

boom!
Boom boom boom!
The hazy, chaotic sword energy collided violently with the dozen or so purifying light arrows at the forefront!
The ear-piercing explosion and the hissing sound of energy annihilation instantly blended together.

The sword energy trembled violently, countless cracks appeared on its surface, the illusory mountain images shattered, and the rivers and streams stopped flowing.

But it actually managed to briefly block the ferocious attack unleashed by those dozen or so spirit guards.

However, the price Ling Feng paid was also extremely high.

Forcing this sword strike beyond his limits only worsened his already collapsing body. A clear cracking sound came from his right arm holding the sword, and his hand split open, with blood gushing down the hilt.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely domineering backlash came from the sword and slammed into his chest.

"puff!"

Ling Feng spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and his whole body was like a kite with a broken string, violently thrown away by this huge force!
Even as he was flying backward, he still used his left arm to protect Hunqi on his back, firmly fixing her to his back.

boom!
The moment he landed, Ling Feng spun around, cushioning his fall with Hunqi. He then slid face-first across the charred, broken ground, crushing sharp bone fragments and scorching rocks, leaving a gruesome trail of blood.

It was only after crashing into a huge rock, shattering most of it, that it finally came to a stop.

"Cough...cough..."

Ling Feng felt dizzy, his vision blurred, his internal organs seemed to have shifted, and every bone in his body ached.

He lay prone in the rubble and dust, panting heavily, each breath carrying the stench of blood and the burning pain of pain.

A strong sense of weakness washed over him, making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes.

However, he dared not faint, nor could he afford to faint.

Without even catching his breath, he flipped over and leaped up, using his longsword to support himself on the ground, almost kneeling on one knee.

"Soul... Soul weeps..."

He coughed up several mouthfuls of blood and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you alright?"

"Master...Master...I'm alright..."

Hunqi's voice was as weak as a thread. She shook her head desperately, almost sobbing, and said, "Master, their target is me. Please don't worry about me. What you've done for me is enough!"

"That's not enough! Far from enough! My promise is to take you away from here!"

His arms trembled as he supported his broken body, and he stood up again, swaying unsteadily.

Blood dripped continuously from his forehead, the corner of his mouth, and his arms, pooling into a small puddle at his feet. His body was hunched over, almost unable to stand, yet he still steadily carried Hunqi on his back.

Either we leave together, or we die here!

He raised his bloodied and mangled face, his blood-stained black hair stuck to his forehead, but his eyes remained terrifyingly bright as he stared intently at the approaching Spirit Guard army, poised to attack once again.

Come on!

He growled hoarsely, his voice broken but filled with unwavering resolve, "If you want to touch her, you'll have to step over my dead body first!"

……

Meanwhile, on the other side...

The number of spirit guards attracted by the skeletons was almost ten times that of Ling Feng's side.

Even in dire straits, the skeletons displayed an astonishing will to survive.

"Die, all of you! Explode!!!"

The skeleton let out a final, hysterical roar.

His remaining half-body, along with the blood and fire demon god that was already riddled with holes, suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling eerie green light!
A chaotic, violent, destructive, and curse-filled wave of destruction spread wildly in all directions like a star exploding!

At the critical moment of life and death, his choice was to directly detonate the Bloodfire Demon God.

This is the final burning of the skeleton's essence, the last eruption of the power remaining from the Bone-Eating Purgatory and the Bloodfire Demon God!
Rumble! ...

The terrifying explosion completely engulfed dozens of spirit guards in the core area, and pure white light flickered violently amidst the eerie green tide of destruction.

The shockwave from the explosion even blew away a large number of spirit guards on the periphery. The purifying power and the annihilating death energy clashed fiercely, creating a brief area of ​​chaotic energy.

At the very moment when the explosion was at its most intense, a faint, almost invisible stream of green light, like a dying will-o'-the-wisp, shot out from the center of the explosion at an eerie speed, fleeing for its life without looking back towards the edge of the Ghost Bone Damp Forest!
It was indeed skeleton!

At this moment, he could barely maintain the outline of his half-destroyed body; he was more like a ghostly mist that was barely gathered together and constantly dissipating flowing fire, directly piercing the sky.

The Bloodfire Demon God's final self-destruction almost completely exhausted everything he had, and the destruction of his origin also severely damaged him, making a drop in his cultivation level inevitable.

But ultimately, with this resolute determination to sacrifice everything, he forcibly tore a path to survival amidst the encirclement of the Spirit Guard army. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The spirit guards who were thrown back reacted very quickly, immediately chasing after the skeleton.

But in the end, it was still a step too late.

In the blink of an eye, the skeleton had already escaped to the edge of the Dark Bone Forest.

Before leaving completely, he turned back to take one last look at Ling Feng and Hun Qi, who were surrounded by spirit guards.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely venomous and resentful mental fluctuation, like a cold poisonous thorn, came from afar.

"Star Hunter! And Soul Cry, you traitor, I curse you both to die a horrible death!!!"

The venomous curse echoed in the air above the Damp Bone Forest. Then, the skeleton dared not linger for a moment. The emerald green ghostly mist flickered a few times and then completely disappeared into the distant horizon. Its aura quickly faded away until it vanished without a trace.

The spirit guards stopped abruptly when they reached the edge of the Dark Bone Forest.

They hovered at the edge of the woodland, their empty "gazes" gazing into the direction where the skeletons disappeared deep in the mist, but they did not take another step forward.

It was as if an invisible boundary restricted their activity range to the Ghost Bone Wet Forest.

It seems that what Soul Cry said earlier was correct; their power can only be used within the vicinity of the Spirit Abyss.

Beyond this range, their power ceases to exist.

This also confirms that the divine aura of creation within the Spirit Abyss has almost dissipated, and can no longer maintain the presence of those spirit guards throughout every corner of the Spirit Realm of Creation.

Originally, the Creation Realm was the final "graveyard" for the Darkborn of the Death Star, but now it has become a hiding place for them.

It's ironic, really.

With the skeleton no longer their primary target, the spirit guards all flew towards Ling Feng's direction.

Because now, Soul Cry is their only remaining object of "purification".

Damn it!

At this moment, Ling Feng's mood plummeted to rock bottom.

The skeleton has run away, so all the pressure is now on our side!
As the number of spirit guards surrounding him increased, reaching twenty...

Fifty statues...

Eighty statues...

……

More and more pure white figures appeared from behind scorched earth and rocks, from the low sky, and from the gray fog.

They moved silently, like a white tide, slowly engulfing the area.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of spirit guards surrounded almost every corner of Lingfeng.

The light of purification flowed and resonated across them, illuminating the world in a ghastly white light. Even the acrid smell of burnt blood that permeated the air seemed to be completely dispelled by that pure "pure" power.

With Soul Cry on his back, Ling Feng had fought a series of fierce battles, and his right hand, which was used to wield the sword, was almost too weak to lift anymore.

Hunqi leaned against his back, tears silently rolling down her cheeks.

Fear still clung to her heart like cold vines, but more than that, it was a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

There was guilt, for I had burdened my master; there was gratitude, for my master's unwavering protection; there was despair, for my powerlessness in the face of this dire situation…

At the same time, there was also a faint, inexplicable warmth.

"Owner……"

Her voice choked with sobs, and she weakly reached out, trying to grasp Ling Feng's clothes, but her hand fell limply to her side. "Don't worry about me... If you run away yourself, maybe you can..."

"Shut up!"

Ling Feng interrupted her with a low shout, saying in a deep voice, "I, Ling Feng, only seek to act with a clear conscience. Since you risked your life to protect me, I will never abandon you; otherwise, I will not be able to live with myself. Today, we live together, we die together..."

He paused, a nearly ferocious smile curving his blood-stained lips as his gaze swept over the ever-growing number of pure white figures around him.

"I'll take them all down with me!"

He took a deep breath, suppressing the churning blood in his throat, and began to desperately squeeze out every last bit of strength that might remain in his body.

However, the fact that he is still standing here is entirely due to his willpower.

Facing these spirit guards, let alone hundreds of them, he probably wouldn't stand a chance against even a single one.

But surrendering and waiting to die is not his style.

Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, he'll still take the plunge!
The surrounding Spirit Guard army seemed to have completed its final encirclement and accumulated strength.

They all raised their arms, and countless pure white rays of light gathered and danced in their palms, fingertips, and weapons, like dense stars in the night sky, radiating a deadly purifying chill.

The chilling killing intent, like a tangible iceberg, slowly crept down on the two people in the center.

The air seemed to freeze, and time seemed to slow down.

Hunqi closed his eyes in despair.

Ling Feng gripped his sword tightly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force. His entire body was tense, like a trapped beast poised to pounce, waiting for the final, thunderous strike, preparing to unleash the last brilliance of his life before death.

However, at this critical moment...

hum!
A strange and gentle spiritual fluctuation suddenly emanated from the depths of the Spirit Guard army.

Immediately afterwards, the impenetrable white enclosure suddenly parted to both sides like a tide, making way for a passage.

A particularly tall figure slowly emerged from the passage.

It was the same Spirit Guard Commander who had been holding the long sword earlier.

It floated to the innermost layer of the encirclement and stopped less than ten steps away from Ling Feng.

His empty gaze calmly stared at Ling Feng, as if trying to see through him completely, inside and out.

In fact, these spirit guards could sense that Ling Feng also possessed the power of annihilation.

This is the scent they despise most, and it is also the scent they must purify.

But another aura emanating from Ling Feng made them feel close and familiar.

It was this contradictory feeling that made these spirit guards have no hostility towards Ling Feng from the very beginning.

The sword-wielding spirit guard kept scrutinizing Ling Feng, and a very strange "doubt" gradually arose in his eyes.

Yes, I'm confused.

They clearly could not understand why a being possessing the breath of a creator god would protect a Darkborn from a dead star.

At this moment, Ling Feng was on edge. Although he was not quite sure what this powerful spirit guard general intended to do, he could sense that the other party did not seem to have any intention of launching an attack.

He could only force himself to stay upright, staring back at the other person without flinching.

In short, his meaning was very clear: no matter what, he would never abandon Soul Cry!
Absolutely not! (End of Chapter)