Divine Seal: From a Heavy Sword to Slicing Through the Holy Demon Continent

Wu Feng's excited voice rang out.

He felt a true killing instinct, given his upbringing.

At this point, the killing is the most suitable condition for its growth.

Only in this way can it receive genuine feedback.

Its voice trembled slightly with absolute excitement.

Hearing Xiao Meiqiu's excited voices, Long Haoyu himself became incredibly excited as well.

He began to squander his spiritual energy without restraint.

Although this would quickly deplete his spiritual power, he didn't care at all.

When your blood is boiling, thinking about anything else would be a disservice to the enjoyment of the moment.

Blood flowers bloomed continuously in this swamp.

One after another, the corpses of demonic beasts lay at Long Haoyu's feet.

The dark, bladeless weapon was now stained with a layer of blood.

Several broken gaps showed faint signs of healing.

Long Haoyu's handsome face was now covered in blood, making him look like a god of death crawling out of hell.

His hand, holding the bladeless blade, trembled slightly.

Amidst the carnage, Long Haoyu almost forgot how much time had passed.

Driven by their killing instincts, they fight monsters here until one by one they fall.

His spiritual energy was being consumed rapidly, and his physical strength was also nearing exhaustion.

His human body was clearly at its limit after such a period of slaughter.

Even so, the boiling blood in his body did not subside in the slightest.

Even during this battle, he felt that he had undergone a certain degree of sublimation.

His true self yearned for such a battle.

Everything that just happened was like a killing flower blooming at dawn.

"We have already killed countless magical beasts, but the remaining magical beasts still swarm in."

"Logically, the effects of the medicine should have worn off by now. Is it because of my rampage here that these magical beasts are now eager to gang up on me?"

Long Haoyu propped himself up, watching the horde of monsters still rushing in from afar.

The earth-shaking sensation was so intense that it was impossible for him not to notice it.

"Master, just cut them all down!"

"Your instincts, and our instincts, haven't been fully unleashed yet!"

Wu Feng's voice remained excited.

Wrapped around Long Haoyu's wrist, it was even trembling slightly.

Along with these tremors, the soreness in Long Haoyu's body disappeared.

Even the depleted internal spiritual energy seemed to be restored at an accelerated pace at this time.

Long Haoyu noticed this and said in a low voice, "You also have the ability to recover? Is there such magic imprinted on Wufeng?"

“Master, I have no inscriptions, nor have I been branded with any magic. These are my inherent attributes.”

Little Coal Ball explained, "When you, Master, unleash your killing instincts, I will receive feedback, and this feedback will also affect you, Master."

"Master, you can think of this ability as a kind of bloodlust state. Under this state, your recovery ability will be greatly enhanced."

That's it!

Long Haoyu suddenly realized what was happening.

At the same time, he also realized what Wu Feng meant by unleashing one's true instincts.

In the previous battle, he unleashed the bloodline instincts inherent in his human body.

However, he possesses more than just this one bloodline; the innate bloodline instincts of the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Clan have yet to be revealed.

According to Wu Feng's explanation, his current feeling is more like that life goes on and the battle never ends!

He thoroughly enjoyed this feeling.

The trembling in his entire body was ample proof of his enjoyment of the experience.

As he savored the subtle benefits of 'bloodlust' as explained by Wu Feng, his eyes began to narrow slightly.

In the center of his azure eyes, the pupils had shrunk to the size of pinpoints.

A cold, piercing gaze shot from his eyes, and his appearance underwent a dramatic change at that moment.

His handsome, slightly devilish face was flawless.

His pounding heart added an air of supreme pride and majesty to him.

With the release of true instincts, a demon god emperor seems to be awakening here.

Long Haoyu raised Wufeng with one hand, and his extremely indifferent voice was slowly squeezed out from between his lips.

“Wu Feng, you’re right. If you’re in a state of bloodlust, then you should unleash your instincts completely.”

"Let the real us enjoy this moment of carnage!"

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Chapter 47 Master, let's go and slay the demons!

Miasma drifted through the swamp.

It wasn't created by a specific magical beast; it simply existed in this swamp all along.

The decaying vegetation and monster carcasses naturally constitute one of the inherent dangers of this place.

Long Haoyu's demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation. Standing atop a withered tree, he calmly watched the approaching horde of demonic beasts, completely unaffected by the miasma.

With his instincts fully unleashed, the excitement in his body seemed to disappear, replaced by a cold arrogance as if he could look down on everything.

The sounds of the silent battle grew even louder, and the wrist guards formed from the small coal balls trembled wildly, yearning for an even more frenzied slaughter.

Long Haoyu gently ran his fingertips across the bladeless surface: "No rush!"

Although the sounds of silent competition continued, they had become much quieter.

The layer of blood staining the dark sword was now slowly seeping into the blade.

The Warcraft horde is very close.

A horde of enraged monsters gathered.

Even some magical beasts that usually live in the water have come to land at this moment.

Without exception, they all regarded Long Haoyu as their prey.

Soon, the first wave of monsters arrived, and Long Haoyu watched as the monsters entered his attack range.

The pupils, which had shrunk to pinpoints, suddenly dilated again, and all the magical beasts seemed to slow down their movements.

Long Haoyu, wielding the Wufeng sword, headed towards the horde of demonic beasts with the ease and grace of a leisurely stroll, yet with lightning speed.

"Deadly Thrust!"

The afterimage was stretched very long.

Long Haoyu appeared directly behind the horde of monsters.

The golden, surging light was mixed with many gray currents of air.

The gold and gray colors left a long streak in the air.

Puff puff--

Suddenly, a blood hole of the same size appeared on the body of each of the magical beasts.

Crimson lotuses bloomed amidst the blood mist, while swirling blood rain fell into the mud of the swamp.

Behind Long Haoyu, one magical beast after another fell, their supreme pride and majesty, unleashed after their instincts were released, becoming the only melody in the place.

"Master, I think I'm almost ready to meet the conditions for my first growth."

At that moment, Wu Feng's voice rang out.

As Wu Feng gradually quieted down, his voice also became much calmer.

Long Haoyu tightened his grip on the blunt hilt of his sword, feeling the vibrations of the little coal ball on his wrist, and the bloodthirsty sensation surged forth even more intensely.

"understood."

"Almost satisfied, but not quite satisfied yet!"

"Slaughtering all these monstrous beasts that are currently sweeping in should be enough!"

Long Haoyu said indifferently.

He turned around and calmly looked at the other magical beasts.

The previously violent magical beasts now felt the pressure emanating from the depths of Long Haoyu's soul.

The frenzy subsided, the forward-rushing bodies came to a complete stop, and some of the fastest monsters even had to brake face-to-face to finally come to a halt.

After struggling to its feet again, it completely lost the ferocity to charge forward. Looking at Long Haoyu's thin figure, it couldn't help but retreat backward.

Every pair of eyes was filled with horror and shock.

"Trying to run now?"

"Too bad, you can't escape!"

Long Haoyu whispered.

He raised his sword and set his sights on the monsters once more.

Mercy is nonexistent for him; either he is killed by the monster, or the monster is killed by him.