73: Chapter 73 Bloodstained Pillar of Light, Forcefully Breaking Through the Divine Sense Lock

Those were three wills capable of crushing mountains.

This was no simple pressure of Qi, but a materialized Divine Sense carrying the Law of "Sealing."

Like three invisible giant pythons, they instantly coiled around the outer wall of the teleportation light pillar, constricting the passage that led to the outside world until it emitted a teeth-aching, grinding sound.

"Want to suffocate us in a jar? Dream on."

Ye Feng felt a sweetness rise in his throat; the Origin of the Sword Demon he had just swallowed, which he hadn't yet had time to refine, felt like a thousand red-hot razors tearing through his stomach.

His Nine-Pattern Golden Core spun frantically, attempting to suppress this incoming tyranny, turning his Meridians into a battlefield.

But this pain came at the perfect moment.

"Since you like this old ghost's aura so much, then I'll give it to you."

Guide, reverse flow.

He gripped the dragon spear tightly in his right hand.

This weapon, having just endured the extremes of ice and fire, now let out another groan of unbearable strain.

Crimson Devilish Qi poured frantically down Ye Feng's arm and into the spear; the originally dark blue ice crystals were instantly dyed an eerie blood-red, and countless fine cracks spiderwebbed across the surface of the weapon.

Just then, the air at the exit of the light pillar above rippled like water.

A massive phantom wearing a white-gold Daoist robe materialized out of thin air.

He was too tall, looking down at the three people below as if they were nothing more than three mice in a sewer.

Ling Yun. That high-and-mighty Spirit Realm envoy.

"Lowly ants, do you really think you are worthy of touching Immortal Fate?"

The phantom's voice held no emotion, only a suffocating indifference.

He raised a finger, a point of brilliant, extreme golden light condensing at his fingertip, and pressed it down from afar toward the three people inside the light pillar.

The Law of Exorcising Evil.

This was not a Move; it was a judgment.

Before the golden light even arrived, the holy and vast aura had already caused the space inside the light pillar to collapse inch by inch.

The heavy armor on Iron Tower's body emitted a sharp, popping sound; his knees buckled, and he nearly fell to the ground.

"I kneel to heaven and earth, but I will never kneel to a hypocrite like you!"

Iron Tower roared, his muscles bulging as he forced his buckling knees straight again.

"Enough talk, watch closely."

A blood-stained, ferocious grin curled onto Ye Feng's lips.

He did not dodge.

In this narrow teleportation passage, to dodge was to die.

He thrust the dragon spear upward. The mass of extreme, ten-thousand-year-old resentment belonging to the ancient Sword Demon Chifeng transformed into a filthy, blood-colored dragon, charging upward to meet the holy golden light.

Using evil to control righteousness? No, it was using poison to fight poison.

You use the Law to suppress me, so I will use Chaos to blow you apart.

Boom!!!

The purest golden light and the filthiest blood-resentment collided violently in mid-air.

There was no energy annihilation as one might expect; instead, it triggered a violent detonation of the Law.

The reaction, much like pouring boiling oil into ice water, instantly shattered the once-stable "Law of Exorcising Evil."

Ling Yun's high-and-mighty phantom clearly wavered.

Now. "Do it!" Ye Feng barked.

Mo Qianxue, who had been hiding behind him, had eyes filled with bloodshot veins. The compass in her hand spun frantically, and in that fleeting moment of chaotic Law, she caught sight of a fissure in the space barrier.

"Boundary-Breaking Shuttle, go!"

An ink-black, shuttle-shaped Magic Treasure flew from her hand, striking dead-center into the weak point in the space on the right side of the teleportation light pillar, which had been created by the explosion.

Zzzzt!

The originally straight teleportation passage was forcibly torn open by the Boundary-Breaking Shuttle, creating a thirty-degree deviation.

That was the turbulence, but it was also their only path to survival.

"Hold on!"

Ye Feng didn't give them a moment to react.

The Chaos vortex within his body reversed, and the energy he had just swallowed—which he hadn't yet had time to digest—was forcibly converted.

Attribute Switch: Shadow Malice · Extreme Speed.

His body instantly blurred, as if it had lost all weight.

His left hand clamped onto Iron Tower's belt, while his right hand grabbed Mo Qianxue's collar. He transformed into a bolt of black lightning, hurtling toward the torn gap just one-ten-thousandth of a second before the three golden chains above could close.

"Trying to escape?"

Ling Yun's furious voice roared from above.

As a Spirit Realm envoy, to be toyed with by a few ants from the Lower Realm was a disgrace.

"Stay here!"

The phantom's once-solid arm instantly turned transparent; he was actually willing to burn the Origin power of this projection.

The pressure inside the teleportation passage suddenly increased tenfold.

If it had been like being in the deep sea before, now it was like being at the Earth's core.

Mo Qianxue spat out a mouthful of blood, her protective spiritual light shattering instantly.

The heavy armor on Iron Tower, which was comparable to a Magic Treasure, was blown to pieces, and countless beads of blood seeped from his skin.

Even Ye Feng felt as though every bone in his body was groaning, on the verge of shattering.

That massive golden palm, bearing an irresistible weight, was rapidly closing in from behind.

It was too fast.

Under this tenfold pressure, they were moving as slowly as snails.

"You really have to force me to waste my assets, don't you?"

He glanced at the dragon spear in his hand, now riddled with cracks and on the verge of breaking.

This spear had accompanied him through countless kills and had swallowed its fill of blood.

But now, it had to fulfill its final mission.

"Chaos Sword Realm, shrink!"

With a thought from Ye Feng, the Chaos force field that had been protecting the three of them stopped resisting outward and instead collapsed inward frantically.

Three zhang, one zhang, three chi.

Finally, the Sword Realm, capable of grinding all things to dust, transformed into a black sword membrane as thin as a cicada's wing, clinging tightly to their skin.

This was a form that sacrificed all offense to push defensive capabilities to the absolute limit.

Then.

Ye Feng released his grip on the spear and slammed his palm against the end of the shaft.

"Detonate!"

Without any hesitation.

This life-bound weapon, forged from ten-thousand-year cold iron and countless rare metals, detonated violently just in front of his palm.

This was no ordinary explosion; it was a destructive release containing the Sword Demon's residual energy, the essence of the cold iron, and all the Qi Ye Feng had poured into it.

The terrifying shockwave had nowhere to vent in the narrow passage, so it was forced to transform into the most primitive form of thrust.

With the aid of this recoil force—enough to blast a Golden Core Stage Cultivator into dust—the speed of the three instantly broke through a certain limit.

It was so fast that even Divine Sense could not lock onto them.

Ling Yun's massive golden palm grabbed down, missing Ye Feng by a hair's breadth.

It had grabbed nothing but air.

The only thing his fingertips touched was the scorching molten iron left behind by the dragon spear's detonation.

Whoosh!

The three of them transformed into three streaks of light shrouded in blood, and with a brute force, they smashed through the closing gap in space, plunging headlong into the bizarre, kaleidoscopic turbulence of the planes.

"Bastards!!!"

Ling Yun's roar echoed through the collapsing secret chamber, shattering the last few stone pillars.

But he could only watch helplessly as the three red dots vanished completely from the plane-monitoring compass.

Deep within the turbulence, there was dead silence.

Who knows how much time had passed, or perhaps it had only been an instant.

The once-calm barrier at the edge of the Spirit Realm was suddenly kicked hard from the inside.

Space shattered.

Three blood-soaked figures plummeted like meteors, trailing long plumes of black smoke as they crashed toward the black forbidden zone below, a place shrouded in eternal mist.

The wind whistled, like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts.

The abyss below was bottomless, and faint, jagged rocks like fangs pointed toward the firmament, exuding a heart-stopping, ancient aura.