"Ahhh, … …"
Miserable screams continued. The Saint of Light, who was originally overflowing with demonic might, was struggling in the air and rolling around constantly. It seemed like he was enduring unbearable torture.
"He's … still alive."
Such a thought appeared in everyone's mind. Following which, their emotions began to fluctuate.
The Saint of Light would not go crazy for no reason. There must be something wrong with his body.
"Brother Hao is still alive."
Joan Of Arc and the other girls were pleasantly surprised. If it wasn't for the steady Ge Hong using the Clear Mountain Soil to shroud and imprison them, they would have charged forward.
"Let's retreat first."
Ge Hong was afraid that the Saint of Light would cause more trouble when he saw him rolling around. He made a prompt decision and led the group of people to retreat.
"Are you alright?"
At this moment, Xue Mo finally rushed over and greeted everyone. However, even Ge Hong's attitude towards him had clearly become a lot colder.
"Little Xue, you ran pretty fast."
Long Yueguan, who was drenched in blood, glared at Xue Mo coldly. The disdain in his words was obvious, causing Xue Mo's warm expression to turn awkward.
"Actually, I …"
"Brother Xue, we know that it would have been the same whether you attacked or not at that time."
Just as Xue Mo was about to explain, Xie Yandong said indifferently. Then, everyone fell silent. Joan Of Arc and the other girls did not even look back at him. They directly ignored his existence.
In the past, no one understood why Feng Hao would give such a warning in the Xuanming Heaven Tomb. Now, they completely understood.
Over the past few days, everyone's opinion of Xue Mo had changed greatly. However, no one expected that he would actually flee at such a time.
Perhaps his choice was correct, but if he was really a loyal person, he would definitely stay and fight to the death instead of running away alone.
Therefore, they all came to a conclusion in their hearts. This kind of person should not be befriended.
Xue Mo was naturally not stupid. He sighed softly and stood there with his brows slightly furrowed. His eyes flickered, and no one knew what he was thinking.
In his heart, only his own life was the most precious. He did not expect that something like this would happen. This caused the 'friendship' that he had cultivated with great difficulty to be destroyed in a single day. If he wanted to make it up again, it would not be an easy thing to do.
…
"It's effective."
With a successful strike, joy involuntarily flashed across Fenghao's heart. Next, he would no longer be polite. Holding onto the huge sword, he randomly brandished it. With a few swings, he broke open the entire stomach and rushed out. Following which, he would slash at anything he saw and directly cut it apart. Then, he started to rampage through his body.
"Ah, you damned bastard, what exactly is this thing that can actually hurt me?"
The Light Saint Son shrieked miserably. His pitch-black eyes were still filled with disbelief.
In fact, he did not know how he was formed. However, ever since he was born, he had never encountered anything that could hurt him. Even when he encountered the Void God, he was only suppressed and could not be killed. However, at this moment, he felt that the thing that was wreaking havoc in his body seemed to be able to kill him. Therefore, he panicked. He was completely panicking.
He believed that he was immortal and that even the Void God could only suppress him. He never thought that this day would come.
"Bastard, I don't believe that I can't melt you!"
It shouted loudly as a strange radiance flashed across its eyes. Following that, its body completely liquefied. The insides of its body were the same. Within its chest cavity, a black torrent surged forth and charged towards Fenghao, directly submerging him within.
Gurgle, gurgle …
There were no more screams between heaven and earth. There was only a black lake that was dozens of meters wide. The black liquid was constantly bubbling, emitting a nauseating smell. It was filled with evil and murderous intent, as if it was formed by the accumulation of corpse water …
No one knew what had happened, nor did they know what this represented. Some even suspected that it was a mutual destruction.
The black lake hung in the air, floating slightly and corroding the surrounding space. It looked as if it had corroded heaven and earth.
"Brother Hao!"
Joan Of Arc and the others shouted. They wanted to rush over, but Ge Hong and the others stopped them.
This pitch-black lake could corrode heaven and earth. This meant that it still existed. If they rushed over, wouldn't it be suicide?
"Let them in."
The Old Ancestor of the Feng Clan sat cross-legged on the ground and said weakly.
Then, the three old men flew into the distance, while Feng Zhentian stood up and communicated with Joan Of Arc and the others. Not long after, the curtain of stars opened, and Joan Of Arc and the others entered. After a while, the curtain of stars returned to normal.
Perhaps this monster could break the curtain of stars, but it would not be an easy thing to do.
These were all elders of Feng Hao. Their worries were no less than his. Hence, Joan Of Arc and the others did not dare to go against the wishes of the Old Ancestor of the Feng Clan. They could only wait there anxiously.
…
The entire world was filled with the black liquid. Feng Hao had nowhere to hide and was directly engulfed.
"Not good."
Without any hesitation, a thought passed through Fenghao's mind. The Heavenly Punishment energy within the Martial Yuan vortex surged like a tidal wave. It violently surged out and wrapped around him, creating a small space. However, under the pressure of the black torrent, it was still slowly shrinking...
The energy difference of one level was simply not proportional. Although he was able to resist it for a short period of time, he couldn't hold on for long. If the black liquid completely invaded his body, then even if Fenghao had a supreme physique, he wouldn't be able to survive.
At this critical moment, Feng Hao did not panic. On the contrary, he calmed down and closed his eyes. His mind was completely immersed in the Dao core of his brain. Looking at the lines on the wall of the Dao core, he calmed down and entered a meditative state, forgetting where he was.
In front of him, it was no longer lines, but a scene of the end of the world … At this moment, there was only a pure will of destruction in his mind.
"Buzz …"
The nine orifices of the Dao core hummed in unison, and a murderous Sound of Incineration resounded. It was as violent as heavenly thunder, as if heavenly flames were burning the world, as if mountains and rivers were collapsing … This intent spread out, causing the Heavenly Punishment energy in the Martial Yuan vortex to become even more eerie. The layer of lightning that was already close to the surface suddenly exploded, expanding a wider area.
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