"Chu Feng, this Spirit is incredibly powerful. Back then, Zhao Kai relied on its barrier techniques to defeat me. You'd best not underestimate it, and certainly don't get careless."
"I'd advise you to hold nothing back — fight him with everything you have. Otherwise, this Demon Spirit will make you suffer immensely, and you'll deeply regret it."
"Because it's no ordinary Demon Spirit World Spirit. Its true combat strength likely surpasses even an ordinary Second-grade Half Emperor. It's the most powerful Spirit I've ever seen." Jiang Hao's voice reached Chu Feng's ears via sound transmission.
"Is that so? Then perhaps today, I'll show you what a truly powerful Spirit looks like," Chu Feng replied through sound transmission.
"What? You—" Upon hearing Chu Feng's response, Jiang Hao was momentarily stunned, and his expression turned grim.
"What's wrong?" Huang Feng and the others noticed something off with Jiang Hao and quickly pressed him.
"Just now, I warned Chu Feng that Zhao Kai's Spirit is very powerful and told him to be careful," Jiang Hao said honestly.
"What did Chu Feng say? Don't tell me he didn't appreciate your goodwill?" Huang Feng and the others asked urgently.
"No." Jiang Hao shook his head.
"Then what's wrong? You don't look good." Huang Feng and the others could tell that something had definitely happened to Jiang Hao — otherwise, given his personality, he wouldn't react like this, as though he'd been shaken up.
"Chu Feng told me that perhaps today, he could show me what a truly powerful Spirit looks like," Jiang Hao said.
"No way? Could it be that he has an even more powerful Spirit?" Hearing this, the expressions of Huang Feng and the others changed dramatically as they turned to look at Chu Feng once more, their gazes filled with complex emotions.
Although they hadn't known Chu Feng long and could hardly claim to understand him well, they knew he didn't seem like the type to make empty boasts.
So at this moment, they were almost certain that Chu Feng must have some formidable trump card when it came to Spirits.
But Spirits were ultimately limited in number. A Demon Spirit World Spirit was already among the more powerful of the Seven Spirit Realms — finding one capable of going toe-to-toe with it was exceedingly rare.
At this moment, the Demon Spirit with its blood-red eyes, looking like a demon incarnate, had already walked to Zhao Kai's side, standing guard over him like a demonic sentinel.
"Demon Spirit, you saw what happened earlier, didn't you?" Zhao Kai said.
"I saw it, Master." The Demon Spirit replied in its deep, powerful, yet sinister and terrifying voice.
"Then you should know what needs to be done," Zhao Kai said.
"Rest assured, Master. I understand," the Demon Spirit said.
"Go. Show no mercy. I can bear whatever consequences arise." A chill, murderous intent lay hidden in Zhao Kai's words.
"As you command." The Demon Spirit understood its master's meaning. As it spoke, its palm clenched abruptly, and a dark-black long spear materialized in its hand. Then its arm shot upward, raising the pitch-black spear high above its head.
"Boom~~~~~~~"
In that instant, lightning erupted in all directions, dark clouds churned and rolled, and pitch-black storm clouds carrying overwhelming demonic energy formed a sea of darkness that blotted out the sky, rolling and surging as they sealed off the heavens for miles around.
"Incredible! As expected of a Demon Spirit. Its cultivation is only at the First-grade Half Emperor, but it has defeated multiple Second-grade Half Emperors before."
As the Demon Spirit unleashed its terrifying aura, the junior members of the Spirit World Alliance didn't feel fear — instead, they grew excited once more.