"Where exactly did you obtain that demonic weapon?" the Soul Infant Sect Master asked.
But Chu Feng paid him no attention whatsoever. Instead, he looked at Zi Xunyi, who was cradling Ying Mingchao in her arms, and said, "Senior, take them and leave this place."
"No way. We can't just leave you here alone." Before Zi Xunyi could even respond, Zhao Hong was the first to object.
"Do as I say. Leave."
Chu Feng roared, and his voice carried a thick, unmistakable fury.
The moment those words left his lips, every member of the allied army felt their expressions change drastically.
Not only had they sensed the rage in Chu Feng's voice, but they had also felt something else—killing intent.
That killing intent was bone-chillingly cold, far beyond anything meant to simply intimidate. It felt as though Chu Feng truly intended to kill them all.
"Everyone, staying here won't help young friend Chu Feng in the slightest. The only way to help him is to leave. We need to go—now!"
It was Kong Xianglian who spoke up to urge them forward. Kong Yuehua and the Patriarch of the Barrier Clan quickly echoed his words.
They had all witnessed the terrifying power of the Evil God Sword before. They knew that Chu Feng would indeed suffer from its backlash.
In the end, he would lose all self-control and be devoured by the demonic weapon.
If they didn't leave now, soon enough they would no longer be people Chu Feng needed to protect—they would become people he needed to slaughter.
"GO!!!"
Chu Feng screamed again, louder this time.
Above them in the sky, the blood-red clouds churned with even greater violence. It was no longer mere turbulence—something far worse was happening.
As the clouds roiled, strange, eerie sounds drifted down from them. The sounds were too bizarre, too unsettling, sending waves of terror through every soul present.
"Let's go."
Seeing this, Zi Xunyi no longer hesitated. She led the group and departed immediately.
As for the Soul Infant Sect Master, he made no move to stop them. His eyes were locked solely on Chu Feng.
"Hey. I'm talking to you." The Soul Infant Sect Master addressed Chu Feng once more.
"You want to talk to me? Sorry, I don't have time for your nonsense. Right now, I only want to do one thing."
"And that is to make sure you die a wretched death," Chu Feng told the Soul Infant Sect Master.
As he spoke, his eyes had turned a deep, blood-red. They didn't even look like his own eyes anymore.
And at the corners of his mouth, an extraordinarily sinister smile had formed.
Right now, Chu Feng was brimming with malevolence, consumed by demonic energy. Though he still retained his original appearance, the scarlet flames of qi rising from his body told a different story.
From a single glance, he no longer looked like a human being. He looked like a true—demon!!!
"Stop trying to intimidate me! I have cultivated the Soul Infant Demonic Art for ages and refined countless infants. You think you can play the demon in front of me? What a joke!!!"
"Let me show you what a real demon looks like!!!"
The Soul Infant Sect Master finished his declaration, and dark, black flames erupted from his body once more. This time, the black flames did not surge into the sky—instead, they coiled around him, forming into a colossal phantom image.
Though the Soul Infant Sect Master's physical body remained unchanged, the dark flames were far too immense, and the phantom they created was far too massive—like a titanic giant of black fire that reached the heavens and stood upon the earth.
Most terrifying of all, it wasn't just its sheer size. Within those flames, the wailing of infants grew increasingly sinister, increasingly spine-chilling, as though they were vengeful spirits howling, demanding lives to sustain their own.
Malice—overwhelming malice—blanketed the sky and earth.
Anyone else, upon seeing the Soul Infant Sect Master in this state, would have been scared out of their wits.
But Chu Feng's expression didn't change in the slightest. If anything, his mocking smile grew even more contemptuous.
"You dare look down on me? I'll make you understand the true extent of my power!"
The Soul Infant Sect Master flew into a rage, and in his hand, the Dragon Scale Dagger blazed with brilliant golden light.
As his arm swept through the air again and again, countless golden blade qi projectiles rained toward Chu Feng in a dense, blinding storm—like a downpour of golden needles.
However, facing