Chapter 2526
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All of them were teleported here in an instant, and they could not resist at all.
This showed how terrifying the person who had teleported them here was.
"Patriarch!"
Seeing everyone from the Undead Spirit Clan being teleported here in an instant, the Great Elder was in complete despair.
"Great Elder!" The Undead Spirit Clan Patriarch and his clansmen were all stunned when they saw the Great Elder's weak soul.
They could not believe their eyes.
The Eight-Star Holy Venerable Great Elder had become a weak soul.
Was this still the Undead Spirit Clan's Great Elder?
"Great Leader, have you not seen them before?" Shan Tong asked softly.
The Great Leader shook his head and said, "I have not seen any of them. The aura on their bodies is very strange, giving people a very uneasy feeling. I have never heard of the Undead Spirit Clan, let alone know that this clan is so terrifying. The Patriarch's aura is on par with our Great Primogenitor."
Although the Undead Spirit Clan only had about a thousand clansmen, most of them had powerful cultivations. The Patriarch was even at the peak of Nine-Star Holy Venerable.
Other than the Great Elder, the other two elders were Holy Venerable experts, and there were more than a dozen Holy Venerable experts. Their strength was absolutely terrifying.
Other than that, the Undead Spirit Clan had many Holy Emperors.
They were strong enough to challenge the Dragon Gods.
"Peak Nine-Star Holy Venerable, your strength is indeed not simple. You can go against the Great Primogenitor of the Dragon Gods. No wonder you dare to touch my people." Feng Wuchen glanced at the Undead Spirit Clan Patriarch and said coldly.
The Clan Elder of the Dead Spirit Clan had an incomparably gloomy face. His ferocious gaze swept towards Feng Wuchen as he gloomily said, "Feng Wuchen, I never thought that you would have such powerful strength. It's no wonder that Long Shishun would confer you the title of Sovereign."
"Are these your last words?" Feng Wuchen said coldly. In Feng Wuchen's eyes, the Undead Spirit Clan was already destroyed.
"Since you want to destroy the Undead Spirit Clan, I have no choice but to personally experience your strength!" The Undead Spirit Clan Patriarch said viciously. An unparalleled terrifying aura erupted, shocking one's soul.
Since Feng Wuchen did not plan to let the Undead Spirit Clan go, how could the Undead Spirit Clan Patriarch sit and wait for death?
"Clan Leader …" The Grand Elder wanted to say something, but he swallowed his words before they left his mouth.
"You are not enough. All the Sacred Masters can come together," Feng Wuchen sneered. Then, he waved his hand and set up a terrifying Dragon God Barrier.
It sealed off the entire Sacred Mountain range.
"Get behind me." Feng Wuchen signaled Single-eyed and the others to step back.
Gloomy and cold murderous aura spread out. The Dead Spirit Race was in a life and death situation, so they had to kill the enemy with all their might.
Even though they knew that the enemy's strength was terrifying, they were not afraid at all.
The Patriarch of the Dead Spirit Race stared at Feng Wuchen with ferocious eyes like a venomous snake. He activated the power of a peak Nine-Star Holy Venerable. He took out his powerful Sacred Artifact Battle Armor, Sacred Artifacts, and Sacred Weapons.
The other two Elders and ten-odd Holy Venerates also brought out their full strength, taking out all sorts of powerful magic treasures.
This was the holy power of the Undead Spirit Clan!
This was a power that was above Saint Qi, just like the source power of the Dragon Gods.
"Buzz!"
Waves of terrifying power burst out one after another, shaking the Dragon God Barrier with monstrous power.
Facing the ten-odd Holy Venerates of the Dead Spirit Race, Feng Wuchen was as steady as Mount Tai, without any change in his expression.
It was as if in Feng Wuchen's eyes, the ten-odd Holy Venerates were like ants.
However, it was different for the Great Commander and the others. Their faces were filled with fear and panic. Even though they knew that Feng Wuchen's strength was far above the Dead Spirit Race, the terrifying power of a powerhouse still gave them a strong impact.
"Brother Huo, what's going on with Master's cultivation? Can he deal with sixteen Holy Venerates? "Xiao Wutian asked in a low voice, his face full of fear.
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!" Huo Lingtian frowned.
Xiao Wutian immediately shut his mouth.
The combat power of the sixteen Holy Venerates was at its peak.
"Let's fight." Feng Wuchen grinned.
The sixteen Holy Venerates roared and shot out like dark purple lightning at the same time. Their attacks were extremely terrifying.
Especially the Patriarch, who gave people a feeling of invincibility.
"Humph!" The Patriarch of the Dead Spirit Race was the first to arrive. He coldly snorted and threw a punch at Feng Wuchen.
The moment he threw the punch, the space within the Dragon God Enchantment instantly collapsed.
"Boom!"
Feng Wuchen's expression was grave. He bent his right hand and clawed at the Patriarch. With a deafening explosion, he easily blocked the power of a Nine-Star Holy Venerate. Moreover, no energy ripples spread out.
"He's really strong! The Holy Venerate of the Dead Spirit Race didn't have the slightest corrosive effect! "The Patriarch of the Dead Spirit Race frowned and thought. He felt like a stone sinking into the sea.
It was just a punch, but the Patriarch of the Dead Spirit Race felt endless fear.
"How is this possible?" Xiao Wutian's eyes widened. He was scared out of his wits.
Such a terrifying punch was blocked by Feng Wuchen?
"Lord Supreme's strength is actually so terrifying. It's simply unimaginable!" Yi Qingyun's whole body trembled. He rubbed his eyes hard, thinking that he was hallucinating.
"…" The First Elder of the Dead Spirit Race was helpless. Clearly, he had already guessed the result.
The Dead Spirit Race's members were all stupefied.
At the same time, the attacks of the Dead Spirit Race's Elder and the other Holy Venerates came one after another.
The corners of Feng Wuchen's mouth curled up slightly as he released his hand.
"Boom! Boom!
Boom! "Feng Wuchen fought against sixteen Holy Venerates alone. Deafening explosions rang out incessantly. However, all their ferocious attacks were blocked by Feng Wuchen. Similarly, no energy ripples spread out.
Shan Tong and the others behind Feng Wuchen did not feel any energy ripples at all.
It was as if all the power of the attacks had been absorbed.
How terrifying were the attacks of sixteen Holy Venerates?
However, Feng Wuchen was as steady as a mountain. He blocked all the ferocious attacks.
"It's too terrifying. Even when the Patriarch and the Elders worked together, the sixteen Holy Venerates could not deal with him!"
"All the attacks were blocked. The Patriarch's strength is already at the peak of the Sacred World. How can he not be able to deal with the Prime of the Dragon Gods?"
"Are the Prime of the Dragon Gods so terrifying? Didn't the rumors in the Sacred World say that Feng Wuchen just ascended from the Deity World? How can he have such strength? "
At this moment, the Dead Spirit Race's members were all filled with fear and despair. Their faces were extremely pale.
Even sixteen Holy Venerates could not deal with Feng Wuchen. How were they supposed to fight?
"Is this all you've got? Who gave you the courage to attack my people? "Feng Wuchen asked coldly.
"Use your techniques!" the Dead Spirit Race's Patriarch shouted.
The sixteen Holy Venerates immediately scattered around Feng Wuchen and used their strongest Sacred Worlds at the same time.
"Holy Technique! Dead Spirit Annihilation Palm! "
"Holy Technique! Nine Skies Dead Spirit Energy! "
"Holy Technique! Holy Undead Spirit Seal! "
"…"
The sixteen Holy Venerates shouted one after another. Streaks of extremely destructive Holy Technique energy shot out toward Feng Wuchen!
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