The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 388 Qinlan Domain [Part Two]

With this in mind, Feng Ling cast several restrictions, met the furious gaze of the Demon Lord, and accepted the Heavenly Wolf Blade without any hesitation.

Immediately, Feng Ling looked at Yan Leiji, a burning passion igniting deep within his eyes.

Although he couldn't determine exactly what star level the Flame Thunder Blade was equivalent to, the fact that it could clash head-on with the Northern Star Wolf Blade without sustaining any damage meant that in terms of strength and quality, it was no less than a three-star star level artifact!
"Hmph, the Northern Star Heavenly Wolf Blade was personally forged by the Earth Soul Demon Lord for me. Even if you seize it, so what? With your weak human physique, you simply cannot control it and will only suffer a backlash!"

Li Mo seemed weak and listless as he propped himself up. He paused slightly as he watched Feng Ling approach step by step, a hint of mockery appearing in his eyes.

This time, it was within the Qinlan Domain controlled by Feng Ling. Not only was its cultivation greatly suppressed and it suffered severe injuries, but its only magical artifact that could amplify its strength, the Heavenly Wolf Blade, was also taken away by Feng Ling.

The monster knew that if no miracle occurred, it would surely perish. However, it would not give up its struggle so easily.

Instead, taking advantage of Feng Ling's brief moment of respite, it deliberately provoked him, while secretly glancing at everything within the main realm out of the corner of its eye...

Finally, its strange gaze settled on a dark vortex above the side of the stone platform, subtly revealing a hint of surprise.

That place was its only chance to survive!

As Feng Ling approached, Yan Lei pressed against his throat, and Li Mo let out a furious roar.

"Feng Ling, wait! As the successor young city lord of Fierce Ghost City, you cannot kill me... oh no, I am a saint! I am the Northern Star Blade Saint, specially appointed by Lord Qinglan of Fierce Ghost City, with the title of Mad Blade Three Waves. My previous actions were all due to my mind being corrupted by the power of the Soul. It is hateful that the Night Ghost King was loyal to me, not only refusing to help me when I was dying, but also kicking me when I was down and slandering my reputation at every turn. Now, thanks to the young city lord's acquisition and suppression of the demonic artifact, I have been able to regain my senses. Therefore, I am willing to follow the young city lord's lead. The assistance that the Night Ghost King can give to the young city lord, I can not only give, but I can even give more!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Mo, disregarding Feng Ling's reaction, closed his eyes and let a strange, righteous aura surround and fill his entire body.

Have they given up all resistance?
Feng Ling's eyes flickered slightly, and he deliberately pushed the tip of Yan Leiji's spear forward by one millimeter, causing a drop of crimson blood to immediately seep out. Yet, the Power Demon, with his eyes closed, remained unfazed, his expression as gentle as a spring breeze.

"Actually, I already guessed that you are neither Li Po nor Kuang Dao San Lang. So, you don't need to call yourself this demon or this saint to deceive me. Of course... stalling for time is useless. Submission or annihilation is up to you!" The aura of righteousness was like a warm spring breeze, not only dispelling the evil energy in Li Mo's body, but also brushing away the frost on Feng Ling's face.

Feng Ling was somewhat surprised. What kind of treasure could transform evil energy into righteous energy in an instant?

He didn't believe that the current state of the Power Demon was truly as it claimed: the awakening of the Northern Star.

"Alas! My young city lord, you are indeed difficult to deal with. Your mental strength is no less than that of the old man Night Ghost King. But are you so confident that you can hold me back now that I'm under the influence of evil magic?"

The Demon's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He looked at Feng Ling and sneered. His figure suddenly faded away, breaking free from Yan Leiji's blockade.

Feng Ling was not surprised at all. He slightly curled his lips and withdrew the Flame Thunder Blade from his back. Then, Feng Ling turned his head and stared at a dark vortex to his side and waited silently for a few breaths.

A few breaths later, a ripple appeared in the space.

A phantom that had been lurking at the edge of the vortex reappeared and solidified, looking down at Feng Ling from afar with great interest.

At this moment, with the escape route within reach, it felt the crisis was over and was no longer in a hurry to leave.

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

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

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