Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios The sudden change caught everyone by surprise. The majestic Feng Hao was reduced to such a sorry state, which meant that the newcomer was a Great Saint.
The two words weighed heavily on everyone's hearts. Many people felt suffocated and unable to breathe.
"This person … is the one who appeared in the Radiance Alliance."
Many people who had appeared on God's Grace Day in the Imperial City could never forget the Sacred Son of Light.
At that time, the Sacred Son of Light was extremely powerful. If he had not been forcefully taken away, Feng Hao would not have been his match at all.
And now, after a few years, he was actually still above Feng Hao. This caused everyone's hearts to be incomparably shocked.
Too powerful.
The speed of his growth was shocking. At this moment, even Xie Yandong and the others were speechless.
"Oh my god! Where did this monster come from? Even Little Feng isn't a match for him. Do we still want to live?"
Long Yueguan's eyes widened as he muttered to himself. His eyes were filled with astonishment.
Even a battle maniac like him was in such a state, let alone the others.
In their eyes, Feng Hao was almost omnipotent. However, at this moment, they suspected that even if they were at the same level, the current Feng Hao would not be a match for the person in front of them … unless they were in the same state as they were in the Xuanming Heaven Tomb. Now, Feng Zhentian and the others completely understood why Feng Hao was so nervous about the Sacred Son of Light after the destruction of the Temple of Light.
The Sacred Son of Light's potential was not inferior to Feng Hao's.
Such a change undoubtedly made the hearts of the Feng Clan sink to the bottom. They were filled with panic.
Feng Hao was undoubtedly the hope of the Feng Clan's rise. Without Feng Hao, no one could predict what would happen to the Feng Clan.
The Qiong Ling Tribe and the others wanted to help, but with their current cultivation level, they would only be causing trouble. Moreover, Feng Hao's movement speed was extremely fast. When the time came, they might not be able to cause much trouble for the Holy Son of Light. Instead, they would be causing trouble for Feng Hao.
Therefore, even if they were extremely worried, they did not dare to act recklessly. Little Qing wanted to step forward to help but was stopped by Qing Wu.
If they attracted the Holy Son of Light's hatred, wouldn't that distract Feng Hao?
…
"Dammit, where did he run off to? He's actually not here yet."
As the Holy Son of Light pressed him even harder, Fenghao also felt a tinge of irritation.
In his heart, he had already cursed a certain someone hundreds of times.
He actually lost track of someone who didn't even have a Martial Saint. For the first time, he felt that someone wasn't omnipotent.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh …"
However, the Holy Son of Light also seemed to be impatient. After a cold glint flashed in his cold eyes, dozens of tentacles as thick as arms suddenly shot out from his huge body. They swept towards Feng Hao, wanting to kill him.
It didn't want to miss such a good opportunity. Fenghao's speed of growth had actually exceeded its expectations. In just a few short years, this made it terrified. It was afraid that the next time they met, the positions of the two sides would be reversed.
Therefore, he was even more determined to get rid of Feng Hao at all costs.
The Power of Nothingness was definitely his biggest obstacle in this world.
"What should I do?"
Fenghao was thinking of all kinds of possibilities in his heart. He was no longer relying on his mind to dodge, but relying on his intuition. Naturally, he flashed and dodged the killing intent again and again. The onlookers were all frightened. The people in the distance couldn't see his figure, they could only see the tentacles sweeping and crushing everything.
"Kid, run quickly."
Elder Fen's anxious voice rang out in his mind.
"But Master, where are Ling 'er and the others?"
Feng Hao frowned slightly.
"You idiot. Can't you see that the monster's target is you? If you run away, it will definitely chase after you. If you keep staying here, you'll only drag them down."
Elder Fen cursed, full of impatience.
Clearly, he seemed to have guessed the origin of the monster in front of him in this short period of time.
He was very unwilling to believe that the monster that was personally suppressed by the Master of Nothingness had actually successfully escaped the seal. If this news were to spread, the entire Hundred Races Continent would probably not be at peace.
Back then, many races had been tormented by this monster, and there were even entire clans that were wiped out.
This monster's ferocity shocked the world. It was filled with ominous omens. In the end, one of the three Master Gods of the human race, the God of Nothingness, took action and suppressed it with his supreme Power of Nothingness. Only then did peace return to the world.
However, who would have thought that this monster would actually escape the seal?
"This …"
Feng Hao was still hesitant. Although he understood this logic, he was still afraid of the "what if" that would happen. He could not abandon his wife and daughter and escape by himself.
Bam, …
Just as he was distracted, a tentacle swept over from a tricky angle and struck Fenghao's back. Immediately, blood spurted out. From the deep wound, one could even see the ghastly white bones. From the look of it, it really gave off the feeling that his entire body had been flung into two halves.
Bam bam bam …
Following that, several tentacles swept over in succession, directly striking Feng Hao's chest and back, tearing his flesh apart. Golden blood spurted out, and it was extremely miserable. The golden light on his body dispersed, and the electric arcs withered.
Slash.
A tentacle as thick as an arm curled over, tightly wrapping around Feng Hao like a venomous snake. It pulled him up and directly sent him back at lightning speed.
"Tsk tsk … Be obedient and be devoured by me. Become a part of my body."
The Light Saint Son let out an eerie laughter, which seemed to be filled with joy. A long scarlet tongue rolled out, as if it was looking at some delicious food. The tentacle directly threw Feng Hao into its pitch-black, black-hole-like mouth, swallowed him, and then closed its mouth.
"Brother Hao."
Seeing this scene, Joan Of Arc and the others were greatly shocked. Following that, a bellyful of anger swallowed all reason. Without any hesitation, all of them attacked and bombarded the huge body of the Light Saint Son. Fire, ice, and lightning raged, shaking the surroundings as if it was the end of the world.
However, when they hit the huge body, they did not have much effect. It was like a stone thrown into a lake, splashing some pitch-black liquid.
"Let my father out."
Little Qing Meng's eyes turned pitch-black. She had turned into a little witch. Shocking poison energy rolled out from her body, and like a ferocious beast, it rushed towards the Light Saint Son. In an instant, the huge body was pushed back a step.
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