"Senior Martial Brother Tu, that brat's army is right ahead."
This group of more than a dozen people had the geniuses of the Thousand Darkness Sacred Clan as the core.
Senior Martial Brother Jiu was second.
Everyone's fearful gazes landed on the black-scaled bald man.
"Tu Jiuseng! One of the ten geniuses of the Sacred Land! "
The expressions of Chen Yilin, Jiang Fan, and the others from the Mystic True Sacred Clan changed dramatically.
Tu Jiuseng came from the Thousand Darkness Sacred Clan, and his cultivation had reached the late-stage Great Origin Core Realm. He was one of the ten geniuses of the Sacred Land.
At the same time:
His father was the King of the Demonic Dao, Tu Wanli.
"Hmph! Jiu Mozhi found reinforcements so quickly? "
A Core disciple from the Mystic True Sacred Clan snickered coldly.
Tu Jiuseng's group was chasing after Zhao Feng. It was obvious that they were up to no good.
"Follow! If I'm not wrong, Tu Jiuseng is definitely going to kill Zhao Feng. "
Chen Yilin's eyes twinkled.
Back then, Tu Jiuseng's father, Tu Wanli, had lost face in front of Emperor Duanmu's projection.
That day, it was all because of Zhao Feng.
Not to mention today.
Zhao Feng had killed a disciple of the Thousand Darkness Sacred Clan, and he had a lot of treasures on him.
"Senior Martial Brother Tu, I think that Zhao Feng has at least a hundred Purple Scaled Grass and other treasures."
Senior Martial Brother Jiu licked his lips.
"Allow me to go over and capture him. The Water Tribe army will also listen to my orders."
A cruel smile appeared on Tu Jiuseng's ugly face.
Bo! Bo! Bo!
Right at this moment, Zhao Feng sensed something and looked back.
His Water Tribe Army had its own scouts.
In the Demigod Forgotten Garden, the Spiritual Sense of the geniuses of the Sacred Land was suppressed to the limit. Those at the Great Origin Core Realm could only sense within a hundred yards.
In the Purple Smoke Lake, their senses were even more restricted.
Tu Jiuseng and company were sensed by Zhao Feng as soon as they got within ten miles.
"Tu Jiuseng, one of the ten geniuses of the Sacred Land …."
Zhao Feng murmured.
Before the Demigod Forgotten Garden opened, Dong Wenjian had introduced him to the ten geniuses of the Sacred Land.
"Prepare for battle!"
Zhao Feng sneered and divided his will power into twenty to thirty streams, instantly affecting the entire water-kind army.
On the surface of the water, at the bottom of the lake.
Zhao Feng's Water Tribe army was deployed everywhere, waiting for Tu Jiuseng and the others to arrive.
Among them.
Only one-third of the Marine Race's forces appeared near the surface of the water. Most of the stronger ones hid in the depths or even at the bottom of the lake.
"Zhao brat! Hand over a hundred stalks of Purple Scaled Grass and I'll use them. "
Tu Jiuseng's domineering voice came closer.
An ancient and serene demonic aura, overbearing and domineering, unscrupulously filled this part of the world.
The demonic fish in Zhao Feng's legion all shivered in fear.
"What a shocking demonic bloodline. This Tu Jiuseng's mental state is no weaker than a half-step king."
Zhao Feng also felt a sense of pressure.
Since entering the Demigod Forgotten Garden, this was the first enemy that could put pressure on him.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Tu Jiuseng took the lead and led over a dozen geniuses from the Holy Land. Three of them were Supremacies.
"Divine Chaos Art!"
One of the Supremacies let out an ear-piercing scream that pierced through the soul-dimension.
Instantly.
The soul-dimension became chaotic, as if ghosts and gods were howling.
Zhao Feng's army was in chaos, and their minds were in chaos.
Some of the demonic fish's minds shattered.
"Not good!"
Zhao Feng's expression changed dramatically. There was a genius in Tu Jiuseng's group that specialized in the Dao of the Soul.
At this moment in time:
Zhao Feng's control over the army dropped by 70%.
Furthermore.
Brother Jiu and another genius controlled skeletons, ghost-corpses, and flying beasts. There were around two hundred of them, and they charged toward Zhao Feng's army.
"Hehe, that Tu Jiuseng isn't just ruthless, he's also very cunning."
Behind them, Chen Yilin and the others quietly followed.
"As long as Zhao Feng is defeated and in desperate straits, he will beg us to help. At that time, we will have the initiative in the negotiation."
Jiang Fan's expression was cold.
All they had to do now was wait for Zhao Feng to be defeated.
In the blink of an eye.
Tu Jiuseng's group launched a lightning-fast attack, causing the army to fall into chaos.
Under the cover of the group, Tu Jiuseng charged forward and charged toward Zhao Feng with unstoppable momentum.
Capture the enemy first!
Tu Jiuseng's strategy was the same as Brother Jiu's.
However, he was much more powerful. His other teammates were also very experienced, and they were able to pin down the Marine Legion.
"Kneel and surrender!"
Tu Jiuseng yelled. An ancient demonic aura covered everything within a hundred feet.
Boom!
He thrust out his palm, and the blurry image of a Fiendish Fire Dragon could be seen. Just a few ripples were enough to kill the demonic fish and beasts nearby.
Even two ancient crocodiles, which had strong defenses, were killed on the spot.
"Break!"
Zhao Feng rose into the air and thrust out his palm. The cries of a phoenix and lightning flashed as a purple lightning dragon appeared in the storm. Boom!
Boom!
Boom! The two powerful attacks clashed in the air. Demonic flames shot everywhere, and wind and lightning exploded.
A berserk shockwave swept through the air, turning the nearby lifeforms into dust.
"Luckily, I chose to fight in the air."
Zhao Feng's figure swayed as he retreated a few feet. A layer of dark purple scales appeared on his body, but he wasn't injured.
Tu Jiuseng stood on the spot without moving.
Tu Jiuseng had the upper hand in the initial clash, but Zhao Feng wasn't injured.
"Brat, you're pretty strong! You're able to block my attack with sixty percent of my power. "
Tu Jiuseng let out a sinister laugh.
As soon as he finished speaking, the Fiendish Fire Dragon arrived.
Zhao Feng's heart skipped a beat. Tu Jiuseng could take on one or two normal Death Guards head-on.
"Good timing!"
Zhao Feng didn't retreat when he saw Tu Jiuseng approaching.
Whoosh!
Whoosh! Zhao Feng circulated the Purple Destruction True Origin in his Crystal Core to the maximum, and the power of his body and the aura of the primordial era charged toward Tu Jiuseng like a primordial beast.
"Boom!"
A huge explosion sounded in the air, and waves over a dozen feet tall appeared in the water.
The shockwave from the clash between Zhao Feng and Tu Jiuseng made it impossible for Senior Brother Jiu and the others to get close.
"Is this the brat's true strength?"
Senior Brother Jiu was shocked.
He wouldn't be able to take on Tu Jiuseng's attack head-on.
Boom! Boom!
Between the giant waves, Zhao Feng and Tu Jiuseng fought head-on without backing down.
The two exchanged more than a dozen palm strikes in one breath.
Another thunderous boom resounded, and the two figures finally separated.
Boom!
Zhao Feng's figure was pushed back a few dozen feet, and the layer of dark purple scales on his body cracked in a few places.
A faint blue layer of water surrounded his body, and his injuries quickly healed.
On the other side:
Teng! Teng! Teng!
Tu Jiuseng's figure was pushed back, and he suppressed the clotted blood in his body. There were also some burn marks on his body.
"Zhao Feng's physical strength is terrifying. It's hard to break through his defense."
Tu Jiuseng was shocked.
His bloodline was powerful, and he specialized in close-range combat. He didn't expect to be at a disadvantage.
In terms of offense, he was slightly stronger than Zhao Feng.
However.
Zhao Feng's physical strength, especially his defense, was stronger than his.
On top of that, his recovery speed wasn't as fast as Zhao Feng's.
The injuries that Zhao Feng's Purple Destruction Wind Lightning had left on his body were hard to recover from.
On the contrary.
Zhao Feng's Water Bloodline was shocking in terms of defense and recovery.
"Argh! Argh! "
Screams came from the group outside the battlefield.
Boom! Boom!
Giant beasts of the Water Race with different abilities crawled out from the bottom of the lake.
Among them.
Two giant water pythons opened their mouths and devoured a genius of a sacred ground.
Zhao Feng's true subordinates were mostly hidden in the depths of the lake.
"He's fighting Tu Jiuseng while commanding the army of the Water Race …"
Brother Jiu and the genius of the Soul Dao were shocked.
However.
What happened next made everyone exclaim.
Boom!
A giant whirlpool suddenly appeared in the water, and a giant tentacled monster charged out.
"What!?"
Tu Jiuseng had just regained his footing when he was hit by the tentacles.
Pa! Pa!
Tu Jiuseng spat out a mouthful of blood and fell into the water. He was chased by the tentacled water monster.
"Hmph!"
Zhao Feng snickered. He didn't join the battle. Instead, he took out the Cursed Corpse Cursed Array and controlled the army of the Water Race to harvest the lives of the geniuses of the sacred ground.
Tu Jiuseng's hunting team became the prey, and they were surrounded by the army of the Water Race.
As one of the top ten geniuses of the sacred ground, Tu Jiuseng's battle strength was extraordinary. Even in his current state, he was still able to kill his way out.
The tentacled water monster screamed miserably as its flesh and blood were torn apart by him.
"As expected of one of the top ten geniuses of the sacred ground."
Seeing this, Zhao Feng condensed his eye-bloodline power into an invisible spike.
"Mental Energy Spike!"
A cold blue spike pierced through Tu Jiuseng's soul.
"Arghh!"
Tu Jiuseng screamed in pain. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes became bloodshot.
The Mental Energy Spike was a pure soul attack that Zhao Feng had created a while ago, and it targeted the target's soul.
When the soul was the same, those who were skilled in the Soul Dao would have the advantage when using the Mental Energy Spike.
If one's soul was stronger, they would be able to deal even more damage.
Tu Jiuseng was caught off guard and was pierced by the Mental Energy Spike. His soul was injured.
"Retreat!"
Tu Jiuseng suppressed the pain in his soul and didn't dare to fight. He led eight geniuses of the sacred ground out of the encirclement.
Almost half of the hunting team had been killed.
"This Tu Jiuseng's battle-power is too strong. Even the tentacled monster can't do anything to him."
Zhao Feng's plan was to gather the army of the Water Race.
The army of the Water Race had lost two to three hundred people in this battle, and most of them were low-tier Yao fish.
Half of them had died directly or indirectly at Tu Jiuseng's hands.
From this, one could see the battle-power of the ten geniuses of the Sacred Land.
Furthermore, Tu Jiuseng's strength wasn't at the top of the ten geniuses of the Sacred Land.
Purple Smoke Lake:
Only a small number of geniuses of the Sacred Land witnessed this battle.
This was because the battlefield was close to the depths of the Purple Smoke Lake.
"Even with Tu Jiuseng's battle prowess, he still suffered a loss at his hands."
The disciples of the Mystic True Sacred Clan were stunned and in disbelief.
They didn't expect Zhao Feng to be the dark horse that had entered the Demigod Forgotten Garden.
"This Zhao Feng's soul foundation and mastery of the Dao of the Soul have already surpassed most of the ten geniuses of the Sacred Land. Either Tu Jiuseng or I have a chance of winning against him in a one-on-one fight. However, it's extremely disadvantageous in this special environment. "
Chen Yilin took a deep breath as he revealed a solemn and wary expression.
The strength that Zhao Feng displayed was comparable to the ten geniuses of the Sacred Land, and he had the advantage in this environment.
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