Warning! A hidden dragon has emerged!

"Defense! 40 Fire!"

Inside the Wind and Rain Tower, someone shouted loudly.

"Disciples of Penglai, heed my command! Form the battle array!"

Hong Feng reacted swiftly and immediately gave orders.

Brush brush!

More than 900 Penglai disciples simultaneously unleashed their spiritual power, their bodies shimmering with light as their spiritual energy intertwined in the void, quickly forming an indestructible spiritual energy barrier that firmly protected the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

It was obvious that Hong Feng and his group understood the power of firearms better than Mo E, and had made defensive preparations in advance.

With everyone working together, they easily blocked all the incoming artillery fire, and no one was injured.

"The Demon King is nothing special!"

Someone shouted, instantly igniting everyone's fighting spirit. The morale of the Penglai people and the Fengyulou reached its peak, with cheers and shouts rising and falling.

However, the victory was short-lived.

They were completely unaware that, under the cover of fire, Mo E had silently led over a hundred Hidden Immortal Sect experts to the rear of the Wind and Rain Tower, preparing to launch a surprise attack and catch them off guard.

"Is that so? Even if you recover your cultivation, you will still be my slaves, forever unable to escape your fate of enslavement!"

Mo E's voice suddenly came from behind the Wind and Rain Tower, filled with mockery and ruthlessness.

puff!puff!

As soon as he finished speaking, countless demonic blades rained down like a storm.

The speed was incredibly fast, so fast that no one had time to react, and it instantly pierced through the chests of dozens of Penglai disciples.

Blood splattered everywhere, screams rose and fell, and dozens of disciples died on the spot, lying stiffly on the ground.

"The Demon King is attacking! Everyone, defend with all your might!"

Hong Feng was the first to react. Ignoring the tragic deaths of his disciples, he swiftly summoned his magical sword, his spiritual energy surging, and shouted fiercely at the crowd:

"Disciples of Penglai, accept the challenge! Fight them to the death!"

"kill!"

Everyone roared in unison, their eyes filled with grief and anger, and turned to attack Mo E and the others, thus beginning a fierce battle of magic and hand-to-hand combat.

In the blink of an eye, the battlefield was divided in two.

Led by Hong Feng, the disciples of Penglai engaged in close combat with the powerful figures brought by Mo E. Immortal techniques and magical treasures intertwined, and the booming sounds of spiritual energy colliding rang out continuously.

Meanwhile, the assassins from the Wind and Rain Tower remained on the front lines, engaging in a fierce firefight with the gene warriors of the White Eagle Alliance. The sounds of gunfire and shouts of battle were deafening.

At this moment, cultivators clashed with martial artists, immortal techniques intertwined with artillery fire, the battlefield continued to spread, smoke billowed, and the sound waves shook the heavens, the entire Wind and Rain Tower was shrouded in the flames of war.

"Hmph, a mere slave dares to rebel? He's practically courting death!"

Mo E snorted coldly, his demonic energy surging, and he charged straight at Hong Feng, his eyes full of disdain.

Seeing this, Hong Feng, along with two elders from the Penglai Sect, quickly rushed out. The three fought side by side, quickly finding their opponents and engaging in fierce combat with Mo E and his group.

"Mo E, your opponent is me! Today, I will avenge my disciples who died tragically!"

Hong Feng's eyes widened in anger as he wielded his long sword and slashed at Mo E, the sword wind fierce.

"You dare to challenge me? What a joke!"

Mo'e didn't take Hong Feng seriously at all.

He clenched his five fingers into a claw, which, imbued with a dense demonic aura, viciously clawed at Hong Feng's chest.

At the same time, he silently chanted the Demon Heart Mantra, attempting to control Hong Feng and all the Penglai disciples present, making them his slaves once again.

However, to his utter surprise, no matter how he chanted the incantation, Hong Feng and the Penglai disciples present remained unmoved, continuing to fight fiercely without showing any signs of being controlled.

"Damn it! Why isn't my Demonic Heart Curse working on these people?"

Mo E's expression changed drastically, his face filled with disbelief, and even his attack slowed down by half a beat.

"Impossible! Even if someone could remove my demonic energy and seal, they could never break the demonic curse I planted in you!"

Demon E's eyes were bloodshot with rage; his prized Demon Heart Curse had completely failed.

What exactly is going on?

He racked his brains but still couldn't figure it out.

In his mind, even if someone could break his seal, they would definitely not be able to lift the Demon Heart Curse, which is why he dared to attack the Wind and Rain Pavilion while Qin Quan and his disciples were away.

As long as he uses the Demon Heart Spell to control Hong Feng and all the Penglai disciples and devours them all, he can return to his peak, or even go further.

But now, everything has exceeded his expectations.

"Hahaha, Demon Lord, you didn't expect this, did you! Your spells have no effect on me. Today is your death day!"

Hong Feng laughed heartily, the humiliation and fear that had been building up for years completely vanished. Without the threat of the Demon Heart Curse, he had no more scruples.

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying aura of the peak Golden Core Realm erupted from his body, sweeping towards Mo E like an overwhelming tide.

"Die!"

Hong Feng's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his long sword, carrying a sharp sword wind, pierced straight for Mo's throat, each move deadly, showing no mercy.

"Hmph! You're asking for it!"

Mo E snorted coldly, feigning composure on his face, but inwardly he was trembling with fear.

Now, he has only recovered 50% of his combat strength, and he has no confidence in defeating Hong Feng, who is at the peak of the Golden Core stage.

In the critical moment, he unhesitatingly pushed the two Golden Core Realm elders of the Hidden Immortal Sect forward and gave a stern order.

"You two go and stop him!"

"Demon King, you mustn't! He's at the peak of the Golden Core stage, while we're only at the early Golden Core stage. We can't stop him at all; going there would be suicide!"

The two elders turned pale and retreated repeatedly.

"Stop talking nonsense! You have to go whether you like it or not!"

Without further hesitation, Mo E immediately activated the Demon Heart Mantra, and the pitch-black demonic energy instantly surged into the bodies of the two elders.

Their pupils instantly turned blackish-purple, their eyes becoming cloudy, completely controlled by demonic energy. Like walking corpses, they fearlessly charged towards Hong Feng, showing no regard for the difference in strength between them.

"A mere early-stage Golden Core cultivator dares to try and stop me? You're utterly overestimating yourself!"

Hong Feng was filled with fighting spirit, his body exuding a terrifying killing intent. With a slight flick of his wrist, his magical sword, like a snake spitting its tongue, charged straight in.

Ding!Ding!

Two crisp sounds rang out as the sword tip precisely struck the wrists of the two men.

In their excruciating pain, the weapons in their hands fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Hong Feng flicked his wrist again, and a powerful surge of spiritual energy flowed out from the tip of the sword, directly sending the two Golden Core elders flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

He coughed up blood and was on the verge of death.

The gap in strength is like an insurmountable chasm.

Seeing this, even Mo E felt a chill run down his spine.

He clearly had the advantage in this battle, with more men and better preparations, so why did it turn out like this?

He is not willing!

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his eyes hardened, and he rushed forward, grabbed an elder who had been sent flying by Hong Feng's sword and was still alive, opened his blood-red mouth, and sucked hard on the elder's face.

"what!"

The elder let out a heart-wrenching scream, a piercing sound that echoed throughout the entire battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, his three souls and seven spirits slowly emerged from his seven orifices, transforming into a phantom image, which was then completely absorbed into the mouth of the demon.

His body withered and decayed at a visible rate.

In a short while, it turned into a pile of cold, white bones, without leaving a trace of flesh or blood.