"Du Feng, die!"
Zhan Batian roared and activated his ultimate move again. He held his scythe like the Grim Reaper. The surrounding demonic energy was attracted and gathered around his body. A tall shadow appeared behind him. It was wearing a cloak and holding a scythe. It was the projection of the Grim Reaper.
Zhan Batian's eyes flashed fiercely as he used the Grim Reaper's Descent. The scythe covered a wide area. Even if Du Feng had the Star Shattering Steps, he couldn't dodge it. This was because the entire valley was covered by the Grim Reaper's scythe.
The Grim Reaper's projection and Zhan Batian's scythe attacked at the same time, and the pressure on Du Feng instantly doubled. His blood was boiling, and the hair on his head stood on end. In an instant, demonic energy erupted and seeped out from the white porcelain bone armor. A black protective layer formed on his hands and forearms.
The surrounding demonic energy was pulled again and began to drill into Du Feng's body. As a result, there were two vortexes in the valley, both desperately absorbing the surrounding demonic energy. Zhan Batian's demonic energy was all absorbed into the depths of his dantian, while Du Feng's demonic energy was absorbed into his hands.
The two vortexes fought for the demonic energy, causing a negative pressure in the valley. The demonic energy outside was constantly replenished, and the two vortexes kept spinning, turning into two tornadoes.
"Break!"
Du Feng's Dragon Riding Sword automatically changed into a sword-shaped sword, and at the same time, he slashed out.
This slash didn't have the roar of a dragon or tiger. Instead, it produced waves of wailing. Hearing this wailing, Zhan Batian's expression changed.
How is this possible? How can he know the cultivation technique of the Netherworld? Only the profound cultivation technique of the Netherworld would produce the wailing of the Grim Reaper when it was activated. It was like a parade of tens of thousands of ghosts. The scene was quite terrifying.
That's right, Du Feng used the cultivation technique of the Netherworld, and it was a high-grade Heaven Immortal saber art. He just changed it into a sword art. A projection of the Grim Reaper appeared behind him, but this Grim Reaper's weapon was a two-handed long saber, which was different from Du Feng's weapon.
Hmph, I knew you were a fake.
Zhan Batian expressed his disdain after seeing it. Everyone knew that the Grim Reaper's weapon was a sickle, but the Grim Reaper that Du Feng had projected was actually holding a broadsword with a long handle. It was obvious that it was a fake, and the power of the cultivation technique would not be too great.
Just as he thought of this, the two Death God projections encountered each other. At the same time, Du Feng's sword clashed with Zhan Batian's scythe.
"Pu!"
There was no earth-shattering scene like he had imagined, nor was there a loud explosion. The two of them didn't seem to be clashing, but rather annihilating each other. It was like two blobs of ink meeting each other. Neither could dye the other black, but they were invading each other's territory.
The scythe and the Dragon-riding Sword were tightly pressed against each other. Demonic Qi swirled around them, but there were no sparks. Du Feng could clearly feel that the dragon sword was being corroded. At the same time, Zhan Batian also felt that his scythe was being harmed. If this went on, both of their weapons might be destroyed.
Interestingly, the two Death God projections also started fighting. You slash me with your sickle, I slash you with my saber. They didn't exchange much blows and just directly attacked each other. Every time they were hit, the illusory figures would fade a little. This was a sign that their energy was dissipating.
"Surnamed Du, you will definitely lose."
The two of them held their weapons with both hands and blocked each other. Neither of them could gain the upper hand. However, Zhan Batian was very confident and said that Du Feng would definitely lose. With a thought, a helper appeared beside him. It was a little Yaksha, and it was the same Cultivation Realm as him.
However, this little Yaksha wasn't a Netherworld Realm cultivator. Instead, it was formed from the Netherworld's Yin-type energy. From a little Rakshasa to a big Rakshasa, and then to a little Yaksha, it grew up step by step.
The two of them couldn't free their hands. At this moment, neither of them dared to withdraw their weapons. Zhan Batian suddenly had an additional helper, and Du Feng was clearly at a disadvantage. That little Yaksha waved the fork in his hand and stabbed it towards Du Feng's body. As long as he was stabbed, Du Feng wouldn't be able to exert force with his hands. Then, he would be hacked to death by Zhan Batian's scythe.
"You're courting death. How dare you hurt my brother Du."
Of course, Du Feng wouldn't just sit there and wait for death. He instantly released his ghost servant from his necklace's small world. When he was running just now, he specially kept the ghost servant in for this moment. The moment the ghost servant appeared, it waved its ghost head broadsword and knocked away the little Yaksha's fork.
This kid was getting interesting. Du Feng and Zhan Batian were fighting. Xiao Hei and the six Underworld Hounds were also locked in a stalemate. Now, the ghost servant and the little Yaksha were also fighting intensely. Zhan Batian felt that he had enough tricks up his sleeves, but Du Feng wasn't any less than him.
"Impossible, how is this possible. Wait for me to summon …"
Zhan Batian wanted to summon his group of big Rakshasas to help. If the remaining few hundred big Rakshasas attacked, they would definitely be able to surround and beat Du Feng to death.
No, he suddenly realized that he was too far away and couldn't control those big Rakshasas. In other words, it was very likely that those big Rakshasas were rioting and couldn't differentiate between friend and foe. They were no longer helping the Underworld cultivators.
His guess was right. At this moment, those big Rakshasas were going crazy. Be it the Underworld cultivators or the Fiendish cultivators, they were all attacking. Because the Underworld cultivators were closer, they were the first to suffer. On the other hand, the Fiendish cultivators saw that the situation wasn't looking good and reorganized their battle formation to defend.
In the end, after a round of fighting, the Underworld cultivators were all killed by the native big Rakshasas. Originally, they still had a chance of surviving, but the native big Rakshasas were too ferocious when they went crazy and actually detonated their seeds. After a series of explosions, the scene became a mess.
The entire village was destroyed, and the Fiendish cultivators hiding behind the shield formation were also injured to varying degrees. They had more than three hundred people, but only a hundred survived in the end. However, on the Underworld cultivators' side, not a single one was left. Even the Dark Ghosts that had followed them had been killed.
It was a very tragic battle, but it had to be said that the Fiendish cultivators won in the end. They could only win thanks to one person, and that was their new friend, Du Feng.
"Where's Brother Du? Why isn't he back yet?"
The middle-aged Fiendish Cultivator was the first to react. Du Feng lured Zhan Batian and the six hell hounds away, which caused those native big Rakshasas to go crazy. But he still hadn't returned. Could something have happened to him?
"No, I have to go find him."
The round-faced Sorceress couldn't wait any longer. She wanted to go find Du Feng. She roughly remembered the direction that Du Feng ran in. If she followed the road, she would definitely be able to find him.
"I'll go with you."
The middle-aged man was worried about her going alone. Besides, with the round-faced Sorceress's strength, she wouldn't be of much help, so he suggested going with her.
"I'll go too!"
"We'll go too. We want to help Brother Du."
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