The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 297 Water Breaks Through the Sky's Heart, a Pond Becomes a Burial Ground [Part Three]

A colossal wave crashed down, and the figures of Feng Ling and his companions gradually distorted and shattered under the shimmering water. Soon after, all the strange phenomena vanished, and Potianze returned to calm.

"Buzz, buzz..." A strong feeling of weightlessness came over me, and my brain was buzzing, but fortunately, this dizziness did not last long.

As he spun and landed, Feng Ling regained his senses first. Before him lay a magnificent palace complex, shrouded in a mysterious azure barrier that both withstood the water pressure and isolated the lake.

In particular, when the light of the barrier rippled through the lake water, spreading in circles across the palace complex at the bottom of the lake, it created a dazzling and beautiful scene.

"Kuang Tu, Ye Jin..." Feng Ling called out to the two unconscious people who had fallen to the ground not far away. He flashed over and checked on them, only to find that their pulses were normal and everything was fine. It was as if they had just fallen asleep and were not in any danger to their lives.

This situation was truly bizarre, and it was the first time Feng Ling had encountered it. After confirming again and ruling out the possibility of evil spirits entering their bodies, Feng Ling temporarily put the two of them into the sealing ring.

"Kill me, kill me..."

Suddenly, an eerie sound emanated from the depths of the palace complex, building up layer by layer. At first, it sounded like a murmured whisper, making one wonder if it was an illusion.

But as Feng Ling moved with incredible speed, constantly approaching the depths of the palace complex, it was as if a demon was right next to him, roaring madly in his ear.

"Ah!! Kill me, kill me!"

Finally, they arrived at the depths of the palace. On a broken plaza stood several demonic figures shrouded in black mist. The voice came from the most powerful of the demonic figures.

There were at least a hundred demonic shadows, with their auras fluctuating from ten to twelve revolutions, and strands of black energy linked them together into a whole.

In the very center of the square, there is a huge sacrificial altar, and on the altar is a stone coffin with a diameter of three meters. There is a gap on the stone coffin that has been eroded by time, and the black aura is the source of this gap.

"Sizzle, sizzle!!"

Eight thick, jet-black chains, each about the thickness of an infant's arm, were attached around the stone coffin. At this moment, the eight chains trembled violently, and bolts of lightning occasionally shot out from them, disappearing into the stone coffin, as if suppressing some terrifying being.

"This aura is...epic level!" Feng Ling gasped. If he wasn't mistaken, the one suppressed inside the stone coffin was the very being he had sensed might awaken earlier.

"Kill!!" Sensing the presence of a living person, the hundred demonic shadows that had been standing still suddenly opened their eyes, and two hundred blood-red beams of light almost simultaneously locked onto Feng Ling's position.

Dozens of demonic shadows surrounded and attacked, each radiating monstrous demonic flames, their power no less than that of a full-force attack from a legendary realm expert. "Boom, boom boom!!" Explosions accompanied by waves of heat rushed towards them. Feng Ling made a hand seal in mid-air, and his Fire-Tipped Spear transformed into a silver dragon, sweeping across the entire area and annihilating the first dozens of demonic shadows that approached.

The first wave of approaching demonic figures were undoubtedly the weakest, mostly at the tenth level of cultivation. Under Feng Ling's counterattack, they could only become cannon fodder.

The second wave of approaching demonic figures were mostly at the eleventh-level legendary realm, with an occasional four or five at the twelfth-level interspersed among them. Even though they were numerous and fearless, they still failed to pose a threat to Feng Ling in the face of absolute power.

"Scatter!!" After wiping out more than a dozen demonic shadows, Feng Ling took advantage of the moment when the heat wave was rolling to sweep around and frowned slightly.

He discovered that all the demonic shadows he had previously annihilated had turned into black mist, continuously merging with and strengthening the demonic shadows that were charging from behind.

These demonic figures must be the manifestations of treasure hunters who have traveled to the Land of Nine Infants over the past thousands of years.

No matter how powerful or influential they were in life, once their souls are corrupted by the dark energy, they cannot escape the fate of becoming puppets.

"Kill me! Kill me!!"

Another wave of attacks was launched, this time led by a demonic figure at the peak of the twelfth rank, with the remaining twenty or thirty demonic figures also at the twelfth rank.

"Hmm?" The leader of the demonic figures had bloodshot eyes and let out a hysterical roar like a half-human, half-beast. Feng Ling could vaguely tell that this was an old man. Combined with the other party's strange behavior of seemingly crazy but wanting to die, it was clear that he had just been corrupted by the black energy and still retained the last bit of his sanity.

"The Ghost Crossing Technique!" Feng Ling's heart stirred, and he abandoned his plan to kill the approaching demonic shadow along with the other demonic shadows.

“Ah, Ahhh!!”

The piercing screams were incessant.

Under the dazzling golden light, the demonic shadows dissipated completely. Only the demonic shadow at the peak of the twelfth rank did not collapse immediately, but it continued to twist and shrink in front of Feng Ling's Ghost Crossing Technique.

Every time a creature hatches, it's a new beginning...

The world is full of chaos and troubles; may the sages offer you a pure land for your souls.

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(End of this chapter)