I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

The immense wind pressure ripped large sections of stone slabs off the ground, and countless guards were forced to cough up blood by the force of the airflow.

The sound of wind howls in the storm:

"Whoever you are, die!"

The 30,000-meter-long phantom of the divine falcon, carrying a storm capable of annihilating all things, swooped down like a falling star toward Yuanmo, which was suspended in mid-air.

Yuanmo raised his head and gazed at the overwhelming gray-blue storm.

The black flames in his eyes flickered slightly.

He faced the phantom of the divine falcon, his hands forming claws, and slowly tore forward.

As he moved, the dark red magic patterns on his body burst forth with dazzling light.

A pure, pitch-black demonic energy surged out from Yuanmo's body, rapidly expanding and solidifying in the void ahead, transforming into two towering demonic claws, each 40,000 meters long.

The sky was instantly divided into absolute blue and black.

boom--!

The phantom of the divine falcon collided with the pitch-black demonic claw at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

Those two enormous black claws clamped down on the massive wings of the divine falcon phantom.

Yuanmo suddenly exerted force outward with both arms, and his dark demonic claws made a tearing motion.

Hiss!

It was like a piece of brocade being forcibly torn apart.

The azure divine falcon, whose head contained all the life essence and power of the laws of the wind, let out a hollow wail and was forcibly torn in two by those demonic claws.

The raging gray-blue laws instantly lost control, disintegrating under the erosion of the dark demonic energy, turning into countless wandering specks of light that scattered and fell into the sea of ​​clouds.

With his trump card exposed, Fenghen's life essence suffered a severe blow, and the half-beast-like eagle head spat out a mouthful of black blood.

His two hundred-meter-long wings broke off inch by inch, like an insect with broken wings, falling freely from the sky towards the floating island.

Yuanmo did not wait for him to land.

His body transformed into a streak of black light once more, instantly catching up with the falling wind trail and appearing directly above it.

His right foot, clad in bone armor, rose and stomped down on Fenghen's back with a terrifying weight, as if a mountain were collapsing.

Rumble!

Like a meteorite, the wind streak pierced through the protective airflow above the floating island at an even faster speed, crashing heavily into the center of the island.

The enormous impact caused the entire floating island, which was hundreds of kilometers long, to sink violently by hundreds of meters.

The ground churned wildly like liquid water, creating ring-shaped waves of earth that rose up to fifty meters high in all directions.

The central area collapsed, forming a giant crater with a diameter of three kilometers.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust.

Yuanmo slowly descended from the sky, like a true abyss demon god, and fell to the bottom of the meteorite crater.

Fenghen lay sprawled in the center of the pit like a lump of mud, his bones completely shattered.

Forced back to his original form, his face was covered in blood, and his eyes were filled with endless terror and humiliation.

Yuanmo walked up to him, raised his foot, and mercilessly stepped on Fenghen's head.

Yuanmo exerted a little force, and Fenghen's skull began to crack.

Fenghen tried to mobilize the last remaining laws within his body to resist, but was horrified to find that a stream of black energy flowed into his body through the foot that was stepping down from above, locking away all his power.

"You... what exactly are you...?"

Fenghen struggled to turn his eyes, trying to make out the terrifying presence above him. His voice was broken because his jaw was being stepped on.

Yuanmo looked down at the ant at his feet, which he could crush at any moment.

The dark red demonic runes on his body emitted a dangerous glow in the dim pit, and the black karmic fire in his eye sockets reflected Fenghen's despairing face.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Yuanmo increased the pressure under his feet, embedding Fenghen's face halfway into the rock.

He bent down.

"Take me to see your ancestor, Rift."

"I... will lead the way..."

Fenghen collapsed at the bottom of the pit, panting heavily.

He understood that the despairing gap before him left him no room to refuse.

Otherwise, given the brutality of this guy in front of me...

Only death.

Damn!

How could such a powerful being appear on Earth!

Fenghen staggered ahead, leading the way.

The Wind Falcon Clan's guards lay prostrate at the edge of the ruins, their bodies trembling like leaves.

In their eyes, the usually aloof and powerful elder now looked like a stray dog.

The two stepped into the void, and in just a few steps, they covered thousands of kilometers.

"That's it."

The deepest part of the floating island.

A massive storm abyss lay before the two of them.

It has a diameter of over fifty kilometers and is filled with gray-blue gales inside.

The wind pressure here is thousands of times higher than outside.

This is the core of the Nine Heavens Gale of Blue Star, and also the forbidden area of ​​the Wind Falcon Clan.

"Our ancestor...sleeps in the deepest part of this eye of the storm."

Yuanmo didn't look at him; his gaze was fixed on the enormous storm vortex.

The black flames burning in his eyes suddenly surged.

"Get lost."

Yuanmo casually waved his right arm.

boom.

A violent gust of air slammed directly into Fenghen's chest.

The Wind Falcon Clan elder had no chance to resist. Like a kite with a broken string, he flew backward for dozens of kilometers and crashed heavily into the ruins at the edge of the floating island.

Fenghen raised his head, staring in horror at the direction of the abyss.

Clearly, they were uninvited guests.

However, the current situation is beyond his control.

Yuanmo raised his hands, his ten fingers like iron hooks, burning with black karmic fire.

He suddenly took a step forward, his fifteen-meter-tall body crashing directly into the gale.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of the collision echoed through the sky.

Thousands upon thousands of massive, gray-blue wind blades slashed at Yuanmo's bone armor, but could only produce a shower of dazzling sparks, leaving not even a white mark.

Yuanmo stretched his hands forward and plunged them directly into the barrier of the storm vortex.

Dark red demonic energy surged from his palms, transforming into two enormous demonic hands, each ten thousand meters long.

Yuanmo roared like thunder from his chest, his arm muscles bulged, and high-temperature steam spewed out from the gaps in his bone armor.

Rumble!

The sky seemed to have been torn in two by a pair of invisible hands.

The violent airflow, freed from its restraints, transformed into a destructive hurricane that swept outwards.

At the bottom of the abyss, exposed to the air.

There was no soil, no rocks, only a completely sealed void.

A huge, silvery-gray cocoon of light floated in the center of nothingness.

The surface of the cocoon is interwoven with dense spatial cracks and feather totems that resemble sharp blades.

Each time it flickers, it cuts out hundreds of black void rifts in the surrounding space.

"A thousand years, haven't you had enough sleep yet?"

The cocoon of light trembled violently.

The surrounding void froze instantly.

The next second, an aura with boundless sharpness and the power to cleave the heavens and earth erupted from inside the cocoon of light.

That was the destructive power unique to the Feathered Demon race of the endless world—light and agile, yet incomparably violent.

Click.

A crack appeared on the surface of the cocoon.

Immediately afterwards, countless dazzling silver-gray rays shot out from the crack, like long swords.

The cocoon of light shattered with a roar, transforming into a shower of silvery light.

A figure slowly rose from the rain of light.

He did not have the half-beast eagle head and bird claws of the Wind Falcon Clan.

This is a humanoid creature, eight meters tall.

Six wings, each twenty meters long, stretched out from his back.

The wings were not formed from flesh and blood, but were made of some kind of mysterious silver-gray metal.

His face had no facial features, only a pair of inverted cross-shaped pupils that gleamed with a chilling light.