"Boom, boom, boom, …"
The deafening explosions rang out incessantly, and the vast tide of energy raged wildly, shattering everything. The scene in front of them was like a broken mirror, and the center was filled with a soul-devouring darkness. It could not be closed at all, and it kept expanding outwards. The scene was extremely terrifying. Even Joan Of Arc and the others were forced to retreat hundreds of miles away, unable to approach at all.
The difference in realms was just too great.
At this moment, Feng Hao constantly condensed the Heaven-Flipping Handprints and slapped them out one by one, suppressing the Holy Son of Light. However, they were directly blasted apart by the Holy Son of Light's arms, unable to hurt him at all.
At this moment, the Holy Son of Light could no longer be considered a human. This was because his arms and his body were like liquid, able to stretch and expand at will. He was exactly the same as the legendary demons.
"He's really already in the Great Saint Realm …"
Feng Hao's heart was extremely shaken, beating wildly.
It had only been a few years. He could not imagine how the Holy Son of Light had managed to become a Great Saint in such a short time. This was too shocking.
His worries were not wrong. He had always felt that Leng Yusen and the others were not his biggest threat, but the disappearance of the Holy Son of Light. At this moment, it was undoubtedly what he had guessed.
"What the hell … is this thing?"
Feeling waves of discomfort in his heart, Feng Hao frowned slightly.
He could feel that the energy on the Holy Son of Light was not only nauseating, but more importantly, it was full of evil and ominous, as if … it had been constantly devouring the original spirits and vitality between heaven and earth.
"It … could it be that kind of thing?"
Xue Mo, who was behind everyone, kept his eyes on the Holy Son of Light. His forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and there was a hint of fear in the depths of his eyes, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.
"Hehe …"
The Chosen Son of Light let out a piercing laugh as he stared straight at Fenghao with his pitch-black eyes. There was a clear hint of mockery and disdain in his gaze. "You can't even withstand a single blow right now."
"Gulu, gulu, …"
As he spoke, his body swelled up like liquid, expanding endlessly. It was pitch black, and from afar, it looked like smoke. Only his eyes, which were even darker than pitch black, were like the eyes of a demon. They locked onto Feng Hao, filled with coldness and contempt.
"Go to hell!"
His voice that sounded like grinding sand carried a wisp of unusual pleasure. After that, a few dozen pitch black tentacles shot out from his enormous body, and they extended without end. They pierced through the heavens and the earth, and they blotted out the heavens and the earth as they swept towards Feng Hao.
This was its biggest obstacle. There was no one in this world who could suppress it. Now, what it needed to do was to strangle this natural enemy in the cradle.
"Damn it."
Feng Hao's pupils suddenly dilated. He circulated the Supreme Demon Sealing Art with all his strength. At the same time, a murderous aura resounded in his mind. The Martial Essence whirlpool became restless. A layer of white lightning shot out and enveloped him.
"Sky Breaking Kill."
He stretched out his palm, and a huge pitch-black sword condensed in his hand. He moved and directly slashed at one of the tentacles.
"Clang, …"
The two collided, and a clanging sound that sounded like metal colliding actually burst out. While Feng Hao was slightly stunned, the tentacle swept over with a huge force, and he was directly swept away.
"It's actually so strong."
Feng Hao was shocked. However, a wave that made his hair stand on end came over him. He had no time to hesitate at all. He moved his feet, using the Vast Sky Walking Technique, and directly disappeared on the spot.
"Swoosh."
In the next second, a tentacle as thick as an arm swept over, and the space was completely shattered. The scene was extremely terrifying.
If one was hit, even a Great Saint would probably be torn in half and die on the spot.
"Huh?"
Seeing Feng Hao suddenly disappear, a trace of surprise flashed in the Saint of Light's eyes. After a while, his pair of pitch-black eyes became even more serene. "Hehe, spatial talent, huh?"
It devoured everything of the Saint of Light, including his memories.
"Bang, bang, bang …"
The tentacles were like poisonous snakes, turning into afterimages and constantly sweeping, directly destroying all the space within a few hundred meters around them, revealing the Flowing Light Space. And it was in this pitch-black Flowing Light Space that Feng Hao was forced into an extremely difficult situation by these tentacles. He could only use the Vast Sky Walking Technique to dodge, and did not dare to fight at all.
This was a terrifying enemy, definitely not inferior to Leng Yu Sen and the afterimages. In a situation where they were on the same level, Feng Hao could not fight at all, and could only choose to dodge.
"What should I do?"
His feet kept moving, and Feng Hao was like a gust of wind, moving between these tentacles. In such a critical situation, he actually calmed down, trying hard to think of a way to deal with it.
The Saint of Light's appearance here was really beyond his expectations. Huang Tianyun did not appear, but he was not worried about his safety. Perhaps, he had been tricked, and he did not know where he had run off to find him.
After all, even Feng Hao did not expect that the Saint of Light had not run far, and was hiding in the Tianwu Continent. Moreover, he had grown so quickly, reaching the Great Saint level in just a few years.
Feng Hao did not understand how the Saint of Light, who was hiding in the Tianwu Continent, could do this.
The Tianwu Continent was a barren continent, and the density of the world's yuan qi was less than one percent of the Hundred Races Continent. It was very difficult for ordinary people to even reach the Saint level, let alone the Great Saint level. This was already impossible for the current Tianwu Continent.
For some reason, Feng Hao felt that the density of the world's yuan qi on the Tianwu Continent was constantly decreasing …
Every time he returned, he would have this feeling, although it was not obvious.
He had always wondered what the Tianwu Continent had been like in the ancient times, and what level the level of the world's yuan qi had been at that time.
However, there was no one to answer his questions, and he also could not understand the reason why the world's yuan qi was constantly decreasing. If this continued, he even suspected that the Tianwu Continent would become an extremely ordinary continent in the future. The world's yuan qi would be barren, and the people of that era would probably not even be able to cultivate.
At this moment, he actually had the thought of finding the reason why the Tianwu Continent's yuan qi was decreasing, because he felt that there must be a great secret behind it.
"You're quite good at running."
The Saint of Light's eyes were cold as he stared at Feng Hao, who was constantly changing directions, and his voice became even colder.
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