The fluctuation was extremely weak, but it was still captured by Feng Hao. This was also due to the refinement of his soul. If it was in the past, he definitely wouldn't have been able to capture this fluctuation.
Feng Hao abruptly opened his eyes and knitted his brows. These guards were controlled by the Darkness Heart Devourer Clan, so they had the Darkness Heart Devourer Clan's imprint in their bodies. Generally speaking, whether it was the Darkness Heart Devourer Clan or these guards, the energy fluctuation would be the same. So why did he feel a different kind of energy fluctuation?
That fluctuation disappeared, and no matter how hard Feng Hao tried, he couldn't sense it. It was so much so that he even wondered if it was an illusion.
However, Feng Hao believed in his senses. With a thought, he strode forth and his body blossomed with a dazzling radiance. It was like a blazing sun that illuminated the dark space.
A vague draconic roar resounded, shaking the nine heavens. A terrifying power spread out from Feng Hao's body. Back then, when he self-destructed in the Flowing Light Space, the Heaven Devouring Dragon Seal had turned into the source of energy that fused with every cell in his body. This was also the reason why his physical strength could reach the pinnacle of the Saint Realm.
The terrifying energy hidden in his body spread out. In an instant, the dark space was illuminated as if it was daytime. This was the first time Fenghao had seen such a scene.
The dark space was filled with a terrifying black mist that devoured everything. Everywhere it passed was turned into a wasteland, and Feng Hao could even see countless corpses. Those were the corpses left behind by the Darkness Heart Devourer Clan that couldn't escape in time.
There were corpses everywhere, and the mountains had all turned into a dead zone. There wasn't any vitality in the dark space.
Fenghao even saw some corpses quietly undergoing some changes. Their greyish-white skin gradually turned black, and their eyes turned green. They roared as they struggled to stand up from the ground, blending into the darkness and becoming guards.
"Is this the terror of the Darkness Heart Devourer Clan?" Feng Hao's heart was filled with astonishment when he saw this scene. Although the Darkness Heart Devouring Clan didn't have any offensive techniques, their near-omnipotent technique of devouring vitality was something that even a half-step Great Monarch would be wary of.
Buzz!
However, at this moment, Feng Hao suddenly raised his head. In front of him, there was a faint shadow that flashed by.
"Let's see where you can run to now."
Feng Chen shouted angrily. He was looking for it. The faint shadow he saw just now was the Dark Heart Devouring Race.
Feng Hao's voice resounded like thunder, reverberating across the entire dark domain. In the next moment, Feng Hao's body abruptly disappeared from the spot.
Swish!
He appeared at the place where the shadow appeared, but it was in vain because the other party already knew his intentions and once again hid in the surrounding space.
Bright and resplendent rays of light erupted from Fenghao's entire body. A vast and mighty aura surged out like a vast ocean. Wherever he passed, the darkness would be expelled.
Feng Hao's expression remained unchanged. The Darkness Heart Devouring Race didn't have any offensive techniques and relied on this kind of concealment technique. As long as he could find it, then everything would be solved.
Swish!
Feng Hao's figure changed again, constantly flickering back and forth in the dark space. The Darkness Heart Devouring Race that appeared just now seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with him, revealing its traces from time to time, allowing Feng Hao to find it.
In the pavilion of the academy, the Saint of Calligraphy raised his head and looked at the darkness that almost covered the sky with a worried expression. Several hours had already passed, but there was still no news from Feng Hao.
"Senior brother, don't worry about Feng Hao. If even he can't deal with the Darkness Heart Devouring Race, then there's nothing we can do." Wu Liang glanced at the Saint of Calligraphy and said with a smile when he saw the worried expression on the Saint of Calligraphy's face.
The Saint of Calligraphy nodded and was about to speak, but at this moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked in another direction. His expression changed drastically.
Sensing the change in the Saint of Calligraphy's expression, the others also sensed it. Immediately, they looked over, but when they saw that the Saint of Calligraphy was looking at nothing, they were all puzzled.
"Senior, since you're already here, why hide? This isn't the style of an expert." The Saint of Calligraphy slowly said with a solemn tone.
Hearing this, Wu Liang and the others were shocked. Could it be that someone had broken into the academy? But they didn't notice anything.
However, in the next moment, an old figure appeared out of nowhere in front of everyone in the academy. Even the Saint of Calligraphy didn't see how he appeared.
The person who came was a white-haired old man. There wasn't the slightest fluctuation of energy coming from his body. He was holding a dragon-headed walking stick, just like an ordinary old man.
But at this moment, everyone in the academy, including the Saint of Calligraphy, naturally wouldn't be stupid enough to treat him as an ordinary old man. Although there wasn't any fluctuation of energy coming from his body, that was what was truly terrifying.
"The academy of this generation seems to be pretty good."
A voice filled with the vicissitudes of life was slowly spat out from the old man's mouth. When he raised his head, he only saw an ordinary old face. However, that pair of turbid eyes was currently looking at the group of people from the Academy with some interest.
"Thank you for your praise, senior. May I know your name?" Although the Saint of Calligraphy was a Half-step Great Emperor expert, he felt that the person in front of him was definitely not simple. Moreover, judging from his tone, he seemed to have a deep relationship with the academy.
"My name … It's too long ago. Even I don't remember it …" The old man sighed and slowly walked forward with the walking stick. His appearance didn't look like a peerless expert at all. He looked more like an old man at the end of his life.
The Saint of Calligraphy didn't dare to be negligent. He walked forward and carefully supported the old man. He knew that he and the Saint of Calligraphy weren't the strongest in the True Martial Continent. In the ancient times, there were many experts who survived and lived in seclusion.
"You can call me Haori. I wonder how many people still remember this name." The old man sighed and slowly said a name.
Hearing the two words Haori, everyone in the academy was instantly stunned. It was as if they were petrified. Haori, the supreme expert who founded the academy in the past.
"Greetings, Patriarch."
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