43: Chapter 43 Tearing Thunder Wings Apart, Even the Demon King Has to Kneel!

That extremely sharp screeching was not heard with the ears, but felt as if a rasp was sawing directly into one's Divine Soul.

The thousands of small Bat Dragons nearby, which had been attacking haphazardly, seemed to have their Souls instantly sucked away, replaced by a certain fanatical command.

They no longer dove but converged frantically toward the Yao King in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, a massive sphere composed of thousands of Yao Beast corpses and lightning formed in mid-air.

Sizzling lightning snaked across the sphere's surface, and the air was compressed to its limit, letting out overburdened explosive pops.

"Trying to self-detonate?"

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes, the cold sneer on his lips harder than a blade's edge.

This beast was clever; knowing that pure spiritual power would be swallowed, it simply used thousands of lives to pile up an energy black hole.

As long as the instantaneous burst of energy exceeded the load of the Devouring Sword Body, it could force Ye Feng to explode and die.

A good plan. Unfortunately, it had encountered the Chaos Devouring Sword Body.

Instead of retreating, Ye Feng stepped heavily onto the Void Realm, turning into a grey afterimage that crashed straight into the core of the about-to-explode lightning sphere.

"He's crazy! He's insane!" some Loose Cultivators below shouted in terror.

Ye Feng's figure was instantly swallowed by the sky-filling lightning.

Standing at the center of the lightning storm, the high heat scorched his Protective Aura, making a tooth-gritting "sizzle" sound.

Ye Feng was in no hurry to swallow that violent energy; his gaze pierced through layers of electric arcs, locking firmly onto a flickering point of dark red light at the Yao King's brow.

That was the "King's" authority, the mental link controlling these thousands of descendants.

As long as this thread remained, the lightning array was alive.

"In the past, I might have had to exert some effort."

Ye Feng's right hand suddenly shot out, fingers forming a claw. His Chaos True Qi was no longer an indiscriminate gulp, but transformed into countless fine threads, accurately piercing into that chaotic mental storm.

Ancient Forbidden Physique Second-stage Ability—[Attribute Stripping].

"Break for me!"

Ye Feng growled and yanked his right hand back fiercely.

A crisp sound, like a taut lute string snapping, echoed in the Void Realm.

The Yao King, who had been controlling the lightning array with ease, instantly lost focus in its massive pupils.

The backlash of forcibly severing the Bloodline link was like a red-hot iron rod being thrust into its brain.

"Roar—!!!"

The shrill scream drowned out the thunder.

Without the Yao King's mental command, the massive lightning sphere instantly spiraled out of control.

Thousands of Bat Dragons collided in the air like headless flies, and the concentrated destructive energy exploded on the spot, blowing them into clouds of blood mist instead.

The Yao King's massive body convulsed violently in the air, its wings going limp as it plummeted toward the ground like a giant meteorite, head-first.

"Want to leave?"

Ye Feng flipped his body and dove head-down in pursuit, his speed even faster than the falling Yao King.

Just as the Yao King was about to hit the ground, Ye Feng stepped heavily onto its head.

Boom!

The earth trembled violently, and dust billowed dozens of meters high.

A giant crater several meters deep was smashed into the hard black stone ground.

The Yao King's massive head was pinned into the mud by Ye Feng, half of it embedded in the rock, as dark red beast blood poured out frantically from the gaps in its scales.

It was still struggling, its wings flapping in an attempt to flip the ant on its back.

"Growing these wings on your body is a waste."

Ye Feng remained expressionless, pressing one hand down on the Yao King's twisting neck while his left fingers formed a sword. Grey sword light flickered at his fingertips as he stabbed them fiercely into the base of the Yao King's Thunder Wings.

Puchi.

The sharp blade entered the flesh, reaching the bone.

The Chaos Devouring Sword Body operated at full power, no longer swallowing flesh, but specifically stripping that wisp of Origin Rune containing the Law of "Innate Thunder Control."

The Yao King's body suddenly stiffened, letting out one last desperate whimper from its throat.

A purple light cluster, nearly transparent and pure, was forcibly pulled out of its spine by Ye Feng.

That was the racial talent the beast had condensed after three hundred years of Cultivation.

Behind the nearby ruins, Su Xiaoxiao covered her mouth tightly, the Recording Stone in her other hand emitting a faint glow.

Even though she was used to big scenes, her heart was racing wildly at this moment.

Stripping talent alive! This was practically a technique of the Demonic Path!

This had to be recorded; this information was worth a fortune...

The moment she adjusted her angle, Ye Feng in the ruins suddenly turned his head. Those indifferent eyes seemed to pierce through the dust and nail themselves directly onto her.

"Scram."

Ye Feng didn't even glance over there, simply waving a casual Sword Qi.

That strike wasn't meant to kill, but it carried the violent lightning he had just stripped.

The half-wall Su Xiaoxiao was hiding behind instantly exploded into powder.

She let out a muffled groan, feeling as if her chest had been hit by a sledgehammer, and spat a mouthful of blood onto the Recording Stone.

Discovered!

This man's Divine Sense was actually sharper than a Golden Core Perfection!

Su Xiaoxiao didn't have time to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, nor did she dare to pick up the hairpin that had fallen to the ground. Using the dust as cover, she fled toward the outside of the city in a sorry state.

Ye Feng Withdraw your gaze， For such cowardly rats who hide their heads and tails...， He doesn't have time to deal with this right now.。

He looked down at the Yao King, which was gradually losing its life, and thrust his fingers into its chest, pulling out a still warm and pulsing dark red Inner Core.

Without any hesitation, he stuffed it into his mouth, crunching and swallowing it like a candy drop.

A domineering heat wave instantly rushed through his limbs and bones.

On the surface of Ye Feng's originally fair skin, dark gold patterns emerged, vaguely outlining an ancient Thunder Totem before quickly receding beneath the skin.

The spiritual power consumed in the previous battle was not only instantly replenished but even overflowed by a large margin.

This was the dominance of the Devouring Sword Body. Sustaining war with war, growing stronger the more he killed.

The dust dispersed.

Ye Feng walked out of the deep pit step by step, carrying the hideous head of the Yao King in one hand.

With every step, his Aura grew heavier.

The soldiers who were still hesitating whether to flee were now as if under a freezing spell, each staring blankly at the man walking out of Hell.

Iron Madman slumped beside his warhorse, his long blade clattering to the ground.

He looked at the still-bleeding head in Ye Feng's hand—the Yao King that had made him despair and struck terror into the entire Great Xia Border Army.

Now, it was being carried in someone's hand like a piece of trash.

Ye Feng walked up to Iron Madman and casually tossed the massive head at his feet with a dull thud.

"Are you dead?" Ye Feng glanced at him, his tone as flat as if he were asking if he had eaten today.

Iron Madman trembled all over and subconsciously tried to stand straight and salute, but found his legs were so weak they couldn't support him: "No... not dead."

"If you're not dead, then stand the Hell up."

Ye Feng's gaze swept over the shock-stricken Black Armored Army, his voice suddenly turning cold.

"Gather the remnants and count the men. In half an hour, follow me to wipe out this beast's lair."

"Since they dared to come, then don't even think about leaving any offspring."

Iron Madman opened his mouth, his throat incredibly dry.

Counterattack?

That was a Yao Lair...

But when he met Ye Feng's emotionless eyes, all his doubts were forced back down.

He lowered his head, his gaze lingering for a moment on the Yao King's head that died with its eyes open, then looked as if possessed at the nearby pile of ashes that was once an Imperial Decree.