Forced Retreat
Above the Feng Clan's base camp, a star-like barrier enveloped the entire small world. Outside the starry barrier, there were at least hundreds of thousands of people in white robes!
"Boom, boom …"
The raindrop-like attacks landed on the starry sky, creating small ripples. The members of the Feng Clan were alarmed as they looked at the sky with vigilance. They were ready to risk their lives at any moment. They had no room to retreat because their families were right behind them!
"Swoosh!"
With a piercing sound, the white-robed old man, the Light Alliance Lord, and twenty-four Saints all came out. Looking at the Feng Clan's base camp in the starry barrier, the corners of their mouths curled into a mocking smile.
In their eyes, the Feng Clan was already a turtle in a pond!
The only one who could fight against the white-robed old man, the Feng Clan's ancestor, was also heavily injured. At this moment, they were no longer afraid!
"Buzz …"
The white-robed old man took out the deity statue. He chanted an incantation that was difficult to understand. The statue shone brightly, and a virtual image of a deity appeared. Its divine aura was monstrous. The surrounding space was shaken, forming waves of distorted ripples.
"Boom, boom!"
The boundless divine might directly smashed onto the curtain of stars, causing a deafening explosion that alarmed the entire Feng Clan's base camp. The members of the Feng Clan raised their heads and saw that a terrifying depression had appeared on the incomparably firm curtain of stars above them. Moreover, it took a long time for it to recover.
"Could it be an emperor weapon?"
Many members of the Feng Clan also thought of this point. Immediately, their faces turned deathly pale. Their eyes were filled with fear and despair.
At this moment, everyone walked out from the Conference Hall. When they raised their heads and saw this scene, their faces couldn't help changing.
"How dare you!"
The Feng Clan's ancestor was filled with anger. His body surged with the power of the stars. Holding the God Slaying Sword, he drew a silver river and directly attacked the white-robed old man outside the starry barrier.
This was the last barrier that the Feng Clan's great emperor left for his descendants. This starry barrier was condensed by the power of the stars. With an emperor weapon, it could be used for both defense and offense. This was also the foundation of the Feng Clan's foothold and the reason why it could survive until today!
Peng Peng!
The white-robed old man hurriedly chanted an incantation when he saw the silver river attack him. Divine might rippled and collided with it. Immediately, resplendent light erupted, and terrifying pitch-black cracks appeared in the surrounding space. Some of the white-robed soldiers who were too close immediately suffered a calamity. Blossoms of blood appeared on the screen of stars. With a single strike, several hundred people were smashed into a bloody paste.
"You're fine?!"
The eyes of the white-robed old man, the Radiance Alliance Master, and the others nearly popped out of their sockets.
They saw with their own eyes that the Feng Ancestor was heavily injured by the divine might. It was only a few hours, yet he had already recovered?
Meanwhile, the people in the Feng Clan's main camp were all surprised as they looked towards the conference hall.
At the entrance, the doyens were all indescribably emotional, and tears welled up in their eyes.
At this time, only an emperor weapon could protect the Feng Clan!
In the midst of despair, they saw a glimmer of hope!
"Die!"
The Feng Ancestor was unforgiving. He brandished the God Slaughtering Sword and once again slashed out a resplendent silver river filled with an aura of destruction towards the dozens of saints. They were so scared that they all hid behind the white-robed old man. However, the white-robed soldiers they brought were not so lucky.
"Damned old man, come out if you have the ability. Let's fight again!"
The white-robed old man could only activate the divine statue and passively defend. Looking at the white-robed army being crushed by the energy, he was so angry that he stomped his feet and cursed again and again.
"Hmph!"
The Feng Ancestor snorted disdainfully. Not using the advantage was simply a waste. He constantly waved the God Slaughtering Sword and slashed out rays of light that resembled a silver river, specifically sweeping towards the places where the white-robed army was concentrated. In an instant, a grand bloody feast unfolded on the screen of stars. Every time, hundreds or thousands of white-robed people would be killed and turned into a bloody paste.
"What's going on?"
Seeing such a situation, the people in the Feng Clan's main camp were all puzzled. They did not understand what was going on.
"To be able to resist the Emperor Weapon, could it be that the Feng Clan's Emperor Weapon has returned?!"
Some people cried out in surprise. Suddenly, all of them leaped up and rushed towards the direction of the Conference Hall.
On the steps of the Conference Hall, there was an old man that they were familiar with. He held a giant sword that emitted a terrifying aura and swung out rays of silver river …
"The Emperor Weapon!"
The image and description of the Emperor Weapon had basically been engraved into the soul of every member of the Feng Clan. Immediately, they knelt down from afar and shouted with tears in their eyes.
Seeing the Emperor Weapon was tantamount to seeing hope!
Compared to them, the Light Alliance Lord's expression was extremely gloomy. Looking at the decreasing white-robed army, he felt a pang in his heart.
"Divine Messenger, the Feng Clan's Emperor Weapon has returned. Right now, we can defend or attack. I think we should return to Divine Grace City and make other plans."
With a bitter face, he suggested to the furious white-robed old man next to him.
"Today, I must destroy the Feng Clan!"
The white-robed old man roared again and again. His eyes were red as he activated the divine statue. The vast divine aura no longer blocked the rays of silver river but directly attacked the Star Curtain.
"Don't even think about it!"
How could the Feng Clan's Ancestor let him succeed?
Although the Star Curtain's defense was strong, if it was continuously attacked by the Emperor Weapon, it would break due to the lack of star energy.
This was also the only drawback!
"Bang! Bang!" "Bang!"
The God-Slaying Sword slashed again and again to meet the divine aura. The huge impact forced the white-robed old man to continuously retreat. No matter how angry he was, it was useless.
In terms of cultivation, he was a bit weaker than the Feng Clan's Ancestor. Now that he was at a disadvantage, it was even more impossible for him to win!
"I don't believe that you can't get out of this turtle shell!"
Leaving behind these angry words, the white-robed old man tore apart the space and left behind thousands of corpses of the white-robed army. After a while, the Star Curtain regained its calm.
"The Emperor Weapon's divine aura, the Ancestor's divine aura!"
Almost half of the Feng Clan's members gathered in the Conference Hall's plaza. They shouted in unison with indescribable excitement.
"Members of the Feng Clan, the Emperor Weapon has been brought back to the Feng Clan by Feng Ni's descendant, Feng Hao. From now on, the Feng Clan will enjoy the protection of the Emperor Weapon and will no longer be afraid of anyone!"
The Feng Clan's Ancestor's voice resounded throughout the Feng Clan's headquarters. Those who heard him all knelt down, especially those from the Clear River Valley. All of them were so moved that tears streamed down their cheeks. They all came to Feng Chen's courtyard.
This storm was finally over. However, the Radiance Alliance was still like a mountain pressing on the hearts of the Feng Clan's upper echelons, making them unable to breathe.
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