"HAAAH—"
The moment the Yin Yang Immortal was caught off guard, Chu Feng unleashed another devastating slash.
The Yin Yang Immortal reacted swiftly, raising his hand to block. However… although he managed to withstand Chu Feng's ferocious strike, he was already too late to deal with the blood-colored lightning cleaving down from the sky.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM— As the deafening roar erupted, this entire space was reduced to ruins. The Yin Yang Immortal was struck head-on by the blood-colored lightning, not only losing his grip on the Ancient Crocodile Body-Breaking Blade but also being sent flying several meters before crashing heavily to the ground.
However, Chu Feng, who had already gained the upper hand, would by no means relent. He raised his leg to give chase, intent on pressing his advantage and finishing off the Yin Yang Immortal for good.
"Ngh—"
But in that instant, Chu Feng's body suddenly trembled. One hand gripped the Evil God Sword tightly while the other clutched his Dantian.
In the span of a single heartbeat, beads of cold sweat came pouring down from Chu Feng's body, drenching him entirely. His face had gone white as paper, and unbearable agony was spreading through every inch of him. Under such excruciating pain, even Chu Feng — who had always been incredibly resilient — felt his features twist in torment.
"Just hold on a little longer, hold on just a little longer. It's almost over — just a little more and this battle will be done."
"Let me kill him, let me kill him! As long as you let me kill him, I'm willing for you to take my life." Chu Feng cried out in that feeble voice. These were the words he wanted to say to the Evil God Sword — he had realized that the Evil God Sword possessed a will of its own.
Chu Feng knew that if the Evil God Sword helped him, he would definitely be able to kill the Yin Yang Immortal. And in their current situation, he had to kill the Yin Yang Immortal — otherwise, it would be Chu Feng who died. And not just him; Xiao Hong would die too, and so would Xian Miaomiao.
If that were the case, Chu Feng would rather be the one to die.
Yet the Evil God Sword seemed not to hear a single word Chu Feng said. The backlash pain emanating from his Dantian not only showed no sign of diminishing — it was growing stronger and stronger, to a degree that Chu Feng could no longer withstand.
Forget about swinging the Evil God Sword again; Chu Feng could no longer move so much as a single step.
WOOO-HOWLLLL——— But at that very moment, the wailing and howling from the sky overhead grew even more ferocious.
The two blood-red skeletal hands reaching across the heavens began descending from the sky, clawing toward the Yin Yang Immortal.
At that moment, the Yin Yang Immortal — who moments ago had only sustained minor injuries — found that he couldn't even move. He felt a threat unlike anything he had ever experienced.
He could sense it clearly: he didn't even need those blood-red skeletal hands to crush him to death, because before they even drew near, he would already be dead. That oppressive aura was simply far too powerful — it completely exceeded the bounds of his comprehension.
"No… this isn't real. This can't be real!"
"What is going on?!"
The Yin Yang Immortal screamed in hysteria. He truly felt as though he were trapped in a dream.
If he had a choice, he wished he could wake up immediately — because this was a nightmare, a nightmare he never wanted to have again.
PFFH— But at that very instant, Chu Feng spat out a massive mouthful of fresh blood. His eyes rolled back, he lost consciousness, and he plummeted from midair, crashing hard into the ground below.
VMM— The moment Chu Feng fell unconscious, those blood-red hands in the sky began to dissolve into trails of crimson flame.
In an instant, wind surged and clouds churned. The blood-red clouds and blood-colored lightning overhead all transformed into streaks of crimson flame, which then coalesced once more into a blood-red vortex, spiraling across the heavens.
This stretch of heaven and earth looked as though the end of days had arrived — savagely, terrifyingly apocalyptic.
At last, the spiraling crimson flame condensed into a single beam of blood-red light that descended from the sky and sank into the Evil God Sword clutched in Chu Feng's hand.