This scene was witnessed by everyone. From the moment Feng Hao was devoured to the moment Joan Of Arc and the others attacked with all their might, only a split second had passed.
"He's been devoured … Could it be that the miracle died just like that?"
In the distance, many people were shocked. They stood there in a daze, unable to react.
Feng Hao was, without a doubt, a legendary person. Although they were not from the same clan, they could not help but admire this young man's actions.
But now, when they saw Fenghao being swallowed by this monster that looked like a man and a devil, they strangely didn't feel any joy in their hearts. On the contrary, there was a feeling of emptiness and disappointment … This made them very confused.
"Hao 'er …"
In the Feng Clan's base camp, Qiong Su saw this scene with her own eyes. Her vision darkened and she fainted.
"Damn monster, I'll fight you to the death."
The Feng Clan's Ancestor took out the God-Slaying Sword. He spat out a mouthful of essence blood on the blade and activated it with all his might. It turned into a startling beam of light that pierced toward the Saint Son of Light's huge body.
If Feng Hao died, it would be equivalent to destroying the Feng Clan's future.
"All of you, die."
After being pushed back by Little Qingmeng, the Saint Son of Light's eyes flashed with a cold light. His body shook, and a layer of black light rippled out, blocking the attacks of Joan Of Arc and the others. At the same time, he stretched out an arm and directly slapped the God-Slaying Sword.
"Rumble …"
The sound of an explosion resounded. Pitch-black liquid splashed everywhere. The dazzling God-Slaying Sword was actually smashed back by this punch. It fell into the Feng Clan's base camp and sank into the ground, creating a bottomless abyss on the ground.
"Puchi, …"
The Feng Clan's Ancestor opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His old face immediately turned pale.
"Everyone, retreat."
Seeing the Saint Son of Light's counterattack, Xue Mo was shocked. He turned into a shadow and directly retreated.
As for Qiong Ling'er and the others, including Xie Yandong, Ge Hong, and Long Yueguan, none of them retreated. They appeared around the Holy Son of Light and began to play chess. All kinds of secret skills and unique skills were cast at the Holy Son of Light.
Their teamwork was extremely perfect, with no flaws to be found. They had a clear division of labor, and they were all ready to fight with their lives on the line. At that moment, the Holy Son of Light was actually forced to take a few steps back.
Little Qingmeng's attack shocked everyone. She had transformed her poison ability into a human form and was actually able to push back the Saint Son of Light. Didn't this mean that she, who was only a few years old, was actually not weaker than Feng Hao?
She was so powerful that everyone was shocked. They all started to wonder just what kind of terrifying background this little girl had.
Furthermore, she seemed to be the one who had contributed the most to forcing the Saint of Light back.
"Poison can."
Feeling the strong corrosive poison ability, a trace of surprise flashed across the Holy Son of Light's eyes. He said disdainfully, "You're just the successor of a defeated opponent."
Without a doubt, when it was at its peak, it had once fought with the Supreme Poison Lord. Then, because of its special energy, the Supreme Poison Lord could not do anything to it.
"What a wonderful food. Hehe …"
The Holy Son of Light did not panic. On the contrary, he was not affected at all by the attacks of Joan Of Arc and the others. He laughed strangely and looked at Little Qingmeng, Joan Of Arc, Yan Qing, Xie Yandong, and the others. His eyes were filled with greed.
"Don't put up any meaningless resistance. Become one with me."
His body suddenly expanded, and tentacles as thick as an arm shot out again, sweeping towards Xie Yandong and the others.
Bang, bang, bang …
Xie Yandong, Long Yueguan, and Yan Qing, who were closest to him, were directly whipped. Blood sprayed everywhere, and then they were swept up by the tentacles, once again being sent towards the pitch-black mouth.
"Sister Qing 'er."
Joan Of Arc and Wan Xin cried. They wanted to rush over, but Ge Hong imprisoned them with the Clear Mountain Soil and could not break free.
"Brother Hao, I'm coming …"
The cries resounded in his ears. Yan Qing closed her eyes and gave up resisting. Sparkling tears flowed down her cheeks.
"Yes."
All of a sudden, the tentacles drooped down powerlessly. Xie Yandong, Long Yueguan, and Yan Qing fell onto the starry sky.
"Ahhh …"
Before everyone could react, a mournful shriek resounded.
…
After being struck, Fenghao cried out in his heart. However, his body was involuntarily sent flying. Following which, a few sharp pains were transmitted from his body, causing him to feel as if his entire body was being smashed into pieces. His waist tightened and he felt as if he was riding on the clouds. He felt as if he had fallen into a pitch-black place that was filled with a nauseating smell...
"Gurgle, gurgle …"
Before he could react from the sharp pain in his body, a strange sound rang out. Pitch-black liquid that looked like it came from a sewer appeared in the surroundings, enveloping him and eroding him. It seeped into his tiny pores and destroyed everything.
"Not good."
This unusual change startled Feng Hao, and he completely sobered up. The immortal herbs on the Divine Armament Book in his body swayed, and the medicinal effect spread throughout his body. At the same time, he activated the Supreme Demon Sealing Technique. Golden light burst out, as if he was wearing a divine armor. Within the Martial Yuan vortex, the energy of the Heavenly Punishment gushed out, protecting him. Moreover, he used all his strength to resist the pitch-black energy that had seeped into his body.
This was also good because his physical body was strong. If it was someone else, they would have directly melted, let alone struggle.
"Dammit, could it be that he swallowed it? This is his body."
Feng Hao soared, distancing himself from the liquid below. He floated in the air and swept his gaze over the walls that were constantly seeping out of the black liquid. His expression could not help but change.
"You want to eat me? That depends on how big your appetite is."
A flash of lightning flashed in his eyes, and the Burning Sound of Slaughter resounded in his mind. The Martial Yuan vortex stirred restlessly and gushed out. "I don't believe that your body has much defensive power."
"Sky Destruction Slash."
He condensed a huge pitch-black sword with his Battle Will, Illusionary Force, and the energy of the Heavenly Punishment. He charged forward and directly slashed at one of the walls.
Swoosh.
The ghastly white energy of the Heavenly Punishment tore through the wall with an aura of destruction. The huge sword slashed across, and a terrifying hole was immediately opened in the wall. A different pitch-black liquid sprayed out from the wall, and then, his entire stomach was turned upside down.
"Ahhh, dammit, you're actually still alive."
A shrill scream that sounded like that of a demon from hell resounded in the surroundings. Looking at the Light Saint who kept rolling around, everyone's eyes were filled with astonishment.
He's not dead.
Without a doubt, only Feng Hao was swallowed by it. If he was not dead, didn't that mean that Feng Hao was still alive?
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