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Chapter 895

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The abyss was as dark as ink and boundlessly deep. One simply couldn't see what was inside. Even the Heavenly Eye was useless.

It seemed to have split the universe apart. There were all kinds of star remains nearby, all of them giant star remnants. Their size didn't change, but compared to the abyss, they were like dust.

Chu Feng wandered around the vicinity and felt a strange power calling out to him. It was tempting him, wanting to swallow him into a pitch-black unknown region.

Many saints had arrived. The Nine Yin Sparrow turned into a three-meter-long bird. Scarlet light surged around its body and its blood-colored sacred feathers glowed brilliantly. However, it could only illuminate a limited area. All the divine splendor would be absorbed by the abyss.

Beside him, the grey-haired and wrinkled old heavenly knight, the executioner of the past, stared coldly at Chu Feng from afar and moved with him. However, no one dared to approach the abyss.

It was rumored that even if they didn't go deep, trouble could easily occur if they were too close. The eight saints didn't dare act blindly without thinking!

Even further away, the three old saints from the Dameng Pure Land had arrived with solemn expressions. They were originally going to break through the eight saints' obstruction, but in the end, people from the Netherworld Race and the Spirit Race also arrived. Four experts appeared all of a sudden, wearing cold armor and carrying divine weapons. They blocked their path and confronted each other.

"Dao friends, it's useless even if you personally take action. We already have over a dozen saints on our side. There's a great disparity in strength. Why don't we sit down and have a good talk?" A person from the Netherworld Race revealed a faint smile. He was shrouded in black mist and carried a divine weapon as he conversed with the old saint from the Dameng Pure Land.

The saint from the Spirit Race also spoke. His complexion was like jade and his silver hair draped over his shoulders. He said calmly, "Dao friends, why do you have to stand out for a dead man?"

He held a Divine Blood Banner in his hand. The scarlet banner fluttered with all kinds of strange patterns as though it could swallow people's souls. This person stood in front of them and blocked their path.

The meaning behind his words was clear. Chu Feng was already a dead man and no one could save him. Even if the Dameng Pure Land went all out against them, they wouldn't be able to change the outcome.

"How will we know if we don't fight?!" An old saint from Dameng Pure Land had sharp eyes. Even though his hair was white and his face was covered in wrinkles, he still had a sharp spirit and didn't want to give up on Chu Feng.

"Heh heh …" A terrifying greatsword appeared in the void. Murderous aura pervaded the air, making people feel as if they had fallen into an icehouse, but they couldn't see anyone. Sky-Piercer's Killer Saint had arrived.

In an instant, the balance of power changed once again. Not to mention the eight saints surrounding Chu Feng, there were five saints who appeared here to block three people from the Dameng Pure Land.

"My Dameng Pure Land doesn't accept threats!" The old saint of Dameng Pure Land's grizzled hair danced in the wind as he revealed an unyielding battle intent.

A bronze dagger-axe appeared in his hand. It gave off a cold light as it pointed forward. The other two old saints beside him also moved. One held a purple copper jian, and the other took out a five-colored tower. They were all saint items. They were going to fight to the death.

"You guys are really stubborn. Although Dameng Pure Land is strong, you haven't ranked among the top ten. Moreover, there are only three of you. Do you want to die here?"

An old man with a head full of golden hair walked over. He was tall and mighty, and he held a huge golden sword in his hand. It flickered with a cold light and blossomed with mysterious runes, intimidating everyone present.

He came from the Deity Race and was an ancient saint who had started a massacre on ancient Earth. Now, he had reappeared in the world.

In the blink of an eye, there were six saints blocking the way. They had to deal with the three from Dameng Pure Land, and it would become a two against one situation.

"Then let's fight!"

The old saint from Dameng Pure Land said in a deep voice. He suddenly waved the bronze dagger-axe in his hand, cutting through the darkness and illuminating an extremely dazzling brilliance. His saintly might was vast and mighty.

The other two beside him also moved. They strode forward and wanted to rush over. They wanted to get close to Chu Feng and protect him as he escaped.

Unfortunately, although they were strong, they couldn't gain any advantage here. Their opponents were all extremely powerful saints. The ancient saints from the Deity Race, Spirit Race, and Sky-Piercer had come in person, and it was six against three.

Bang, bang, bang …

The void collapsed, and the runes were densely intertwined. Cold weapons surged, and the aftermath of the aftermath was enough to sweep away a few steel battleships that had survived from ancient times in an extremely distant region. They exploded with a bang, either turning into fine powder or evaporating completely.

Moments later, a few muffled groans could be heard. The three old saints from Dameng Pure Land staggered backward. Some of them were coughing up blood, and their hair and beard were dyed red with blood.

There was also someone who was struck in the arm by the tall and mighty old man from the Deity Race. His right arm was almost cut off, and only a layer of skin and flesh remained.

There was another person who was struck by the Spirit Race's Divine Blood Banner and Sky-Piercer's Killing Saint's sword. Half of his body was badly mangled and almost disappeared. It was very miserable.

"What do you think? No one can save Little Demon Chu Feng today. Dao friends, I advise you not to act blindly without thinking. It's better to stay here obediently to avoid making a mistake."

The ancient saint from the Deity Race sneered. He didn't believe that anyone could change the situation and save Chu Feng today. That was because they were the rulers in the current universe.

It would be a joke if they couldn't kill a young man when the saints from every race moved together!

At the edge of the abyss, Chu Feng used his Fiery Eyes and saw everything that was happening. He immediately transmitted his voice and said, "Seniors, I appreciate your good intentions, but you guys don't attack anymore. At worst, I'll just die. Don't worry, I'll drag someone down with me even if I die. I'm truly grateful that you guys came to rescue me! "

The three old saints weren't willing to accept this. None of them retreated as they held their weapons and confronted the six great experts!

Chi, chi, chi!

At this moment, the void split open and three figures walked out. All of them were accompanied by a misty white mist and a hazy aura of primal chaos. These people were exceptionally powerful and were rare experts among the saints.

The troops from the Quasi-immortal Race had arrived. An old woman and two old men whose hair was about to fall off descended. They were all very calm.

"Dao friends, quickly join hands with us and kill our way over to save Wu Lunhui!" shouted an old saint from Dameng Pure Land. He was somewhat expectant when he saw the arrival of the Quasi-immortal Race.

However, the three saints from the Quasi-immortal Race didn't move. They only nodded slightly in greeting.

Whether it was the Deity Race, the Spirit Race, the Sky-Piercer, or the Machine Race, they all felt their hearts sink. They were still somewhat afraid of the Quasi-immortal Race.

After all, this race was too powerful. Even if all the experts from this race had left for the primal chaos universe, ordinary people couldn't provoke them. Moreover, if they were to really become enemies, what would they do if this race settled accounts with them in the future?

"We're all acquaintances, so let's not kill each other. Let's reminisce about old times," said the old woman from the Quasi-immortal Race with a gentle smile.

This stunned the three old saints from Dameng Pure Land. Then, their expressions immediately became unsightly as they realized the Quasi-immortal Race's plan. They were only going through the motions without putting in any effort!

At this moment, the void split open again and three people walked out together.

The one in the lead was all skin and bones. His eye sockets were sunken and his eyes were like ghostly flames, but he emitted a terrifying aura that made ordinary saints tremble.

"So it's old friends. A few old friends from the Corpse Race have come." The old woman from the Quasi-immortal Race greeted them with a smile. There was no hostility to speak of.

After the old saints from Dameng Pure Land heard this, their hearts went cold. They realized that they couldn't count on the Quasi-immortal Race anymore.

"Haha, old friends, I haven't seen you for many years. You're still as elegant as ever. Speaking of which, it's really not easy for us to live to this era. It's a blessing to still be alive at our age. "The ancient saint from the Corpse Race greeted them warmly. It seemed like their friendship wasn't bad.

At this moment, the void split open again and two saints from the Xilin Race descended. After greeting everyone, they also greeted the saints from the Quasi-immortal Race. They weren't strangers to each other.

At the edge of the abyss, Chu Feng frowned. Whether it was the Corpse Race, the Deity Race, or the Xilin Race, they were all mortal enemies of Earth. However, these three saints from the Quasi-immortal Race didn't care much about them. Instead, they were reminiscing about old times and had no intention of saving him.

"Yes, we're all old friends today. There's no need to fight and kill. Let's just talk about the past here." An old man from the Quasi-immortal Race expressed his stance. His head was bald and only a few dozen strands of hair were left. His face was full of wrinkles like a dried orange peel.

Everyone nodded and revealed odd expressions. They clearly understood their intentions. They were only "confronting" here and wouldn't make a move. This couldn't be better!

Every race understood their intentions. If the Quasi-immortal Race didn't send reinforcements when Chu Feng was in trouble, they would be looked down upon by evolvers from all over the universe. But now that they were here, they wouldn't fight?

The three old saints from Dameng Pure Land were very disappointed. They held their weapons and revealed their battle intent.

"Boom!"

The Corpse Race, the Deity Race, and the Xilin Race joined hands and released their holy might. Naturally, it wasn't difficult for the eleven saints to suppress the three of them.

"Dao friends from Dameng Pure Land, what's the point? How can the three of you change the overall situation? I think we should just forget about it. I've brought some good tea. Why don't we sit down and drink while reminiscing about the past?"

The old man from the Corpse Race spoke with a faint smile. Everything was under control. Even the Quasi-immortal Race didn't have any intention of making a move. Presumably, Dameng Pure Land wouldn't be able to stir up any waves!

"Hehe, there are some eyesores coming from afar. I'll go warn them!" Said the ancient saint from the Corpse Race. Then, he looked at the three people from the Quasi-immortal Race and said, "My three old friends, I'll take my leave first. We'll reminisce later!"

The three elders from the Quasi-immortal Race nodded and smiled. One of them said, "Old friends, go. We'll have a good chat later!"

The three old saints from Dameng Pure Land beside them had ashen expressions. They knew that the Quasi-immortal Race wouldn't make a move. They were really just putting on an act.

However, they also had a thought in their hearts. If Chu Feng could survive after today and survive this calamity, then there would really only be one Chu Feng in the world. There wouldn't be Wu Lunhui, who was too close to the Quasi-immortal Race!

For a moment, they actually had some expectations in their hearts. They had to do their best to save Chu Feng today and let him live. Perhaps this would completely change some kind of situation in the future.

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