yready #930 - Melee Kill
#930 - Melee Kill
The small tower in the sky resembled a divine artifact, radiating boundless light and majesty.
With a gentle tremor, myriad rays of light scattered like a celestial net, causing all the demons and shadow creatures to feel an unprecedented and intense pressure.
Those disciples with lower cultivation levels, crushed by this force, tumbled and fell like leaves in the autumn wind, losing their ability to fight.
Such was the might of the small tower, inspiring awe and reverence.
And those shadow creatures and demons who had unfortunately fallen in battle, their heads bearing fear, pain, sorrow, anger, and all sorts of complex emotions,
seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, flying directly towards the Head Tower—that mysterious existence known as the Black Lotus Buddha Heart Tower.
Once inside the tower, these heads would be rapidly refined, becoming part of the tower, their flesh and blood absorbed into it.
They would be directly suppressed, eventually transforming into nourishment for everyone's cultivation journey, to be shared and consumed to enhance their own cultivation.
On this chaotic battlefield, Divine Sense Old Ancestor was undoubtedly a terrifying presence.
He possessed the horrifying ability to control divine sense, easily manipulating the will and souls of others.
He did not attack those powerful half-step Transformation Gods, but instead targeted the lower-level members of the Shadow Clan.
He let out a deafening roar, this roar containing powerful waves of divine sense, reaching everywhere.
Those Shadow Clan members, as if stripped of their souls, became stiff, their eyes vacant, and they collapsed to the ground with a "thump, thump," their souls dissipating in pain as they lost the support of their bodies.
"Hahaha," Divine Sense Old Ancestor laughed triumphantly, his laughter echoing across the battlefield, filled with mockery and disdain.
In the next moment, his figure appeared eerily above the demons again, once again unleashing that chilling wave of divine sense.
This time, the demon warriors also fell victim, their eyes becoming dazed, their movements sluggish, completely losing their former bravery and cunning.
"Old geezer, always picking on the weak, what an old fox."
Solon muttered to himself, and although he was dissatisfied with Divine Sense Old Ancestor's methods, he had to admit that he had indeed caused great trouble and losses to the enemy.
At the same time, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Azure Dragon were forming a special combined attack formation.
This formation was originally the Four Saints Formation, cast by all four Saints together, and its power was boundless.
However, due to Xuanwu's betrayal, only the three of them remained.
Despite this, they were still able to barely display the power of this formation with their profound cultivation and tacit cooperation.
With the blessing of the formation, their strength was greatly improved, and wherever they went, people were overturned and horses neighed, and no one could stop them.
The three of them joined forces to trap five half-step Transformation God powerhouses of the Shadow Clan.
Although these half-step Transformation God powerhouses were powerful, they seemed stretched thin under the combined attack of the three.
Under a series of exquisite combined attacks, they were beaten and overturned, looking utterly miserable.
The Human Race Commander-in-Chief was like an awakened fire dragon, his roar shaking the heavens and the earth. His figure instantly transformed into a raging flame, and the flame flying sword he held tightly in his hand flickered with a chilling light.
His eyes widened in anger, as if he could pierce through the void, and with a vigorous wave, seventy-two flame flying swords shot through the air like meteors, carrying a scorching heat sufficient to incinerate everything, and slashed straight at the Demon Race Commander-in-Chief with the force of thunder.
Seeing this, the Demon Race Commander-in-Chief, Ba Fengyun, was not afraid at all, and laughed loudly: "Hahaha! Well done!"
Instantly, a terrifying demonic power erupted from his body, like a demon god descending. Behind him, countless demon blades roared out, like a black storm, sweeping away and colliding with the flame flying swords, making a deafening roar.
The two instantly fought together, their figures intertwined in the void, and every collision seemed to tear this world apart.
They were old rivals, and the battle between them had long transcended ordinary strife, but was a contest concerning the honor and survival of the race.
Therefore, once the battle began, they were fiercely entangled together, and neither was willing to take a half step back.
On the other side, the Shadow Clan Commander-in-Chief transformed into a shadow, appearing silently in the shadow of a Human Race half-step Transformation God, attempting to carry out a fatal sneak attack.
However, as soon as he appeared, his expression changed drastically.
Because he found that waiting for him was not an unprepared Human Race half-step Transformation God, but Li Chengfeng, who was also hidden in the shadows.
Li Chengfeng looked at him with a smile, that smile appearing particularly eerie in the dark shadows.
Like a ghost, he reached out his hand with lightning speed, attacking directly towards the vital point of the Shadow Clan Commander-in-Chief.
The Shadow Clan Commander-in-Chief was immediately furious, never expecting that Li Chengfeng also had such a bizarre ability to hide in the shadows like him.
He held a small blue sword tightly in his hand, about to strike back.
But suddenly, his body trembled and he coughed violently.
This cough seemed to trigger some kind of restriction within his body, and his cultivation began to plummet rapidly, falling directly from half-step Transformation God to the realm of a late-stage Nascent Soul grand cultivator.
This sudden change made him terrified and inexplicable, and he completely did not understand what kind of bizarre method this was.
What frightened him even more was yet to come.
Li Chengfeng actually used the "Bottom of the Cauldron Source" method, and began to extract his soul.
It was an unspeakable pain, as if his soul was being torn apart alive.
The Shadow Clan Commander-in-Chief let out a miserable scream, and a quarter of his soul was forcibly taken away by Li Chengfeng.
The pain of tearing the soul was simply more agonizing than death.
At this moment, Yin Erruo's heart was filled with fear and despair, completely unaware of what fate he would face next.
Li Chengfeng, this existence who was almost invincible among his peers, his methods were so bizarre that they often caught his enemies off guard.
As long as he was not facing multiple consecutive powerhouses or true Transformation God experts, he could always easily resolve the crisis with these methods.
The Shadow Clan Commander-in-Chief was the best example. Before he could recover from his shock, he had already been beheaded by Li Chengfeng with lightning speed.
Li Chengfeng skillfully took out the Shadow Infant of the Shadow Clan Commander-in-Chief, and the Shadow Infant struggled in his hand, but to no avail.
Immediately afterwards, the ancient demon head on Li Chengfeng's right shoulder seemed to smell something delicious, popped out, and swallowed the Shadow Infant in one gulp.
Then, Li Chengfeng waved his hand gently, and the head and body of the Shadow Clan Commander-in-Chief flew into the Black Lotus Buddha Heart Tower as if drawn by an invisible force.
With the fall of the Shadow Clan Commander-in-Chief, the entire Shadow Clan fell into chaos.
Li Chengfeng disappeared in an instant like a ghost, and when he reappeared, his figure had transformed into nine blood shadows, breaking through the air.
He once again cast the Future Tracelessness, and with a fierce roll, five or six Shadow Clan members were swept into it.
The Qiankun Giant Serpent, this giant beast who was now at the peak of the true Transformation God stage, its body huge but compressed so tightly, the tail it drew out was simply terrifying.
It suddenly swung its tail in the air, and the five or six Shadow Clan members who had been swept into the Future Tracelessness were blasted into the air like fragile paper kites, with blood and rain flying everywhere.