139: Massacre

Boom!

The golden lightning waterfall instantly engulfed the entire hall.

Every Talisman exploded, transforming into the purest Divine Lightning that repelled evil.

The lightning interwove into a net, completely enveloping the Ancient Demon.

“No!”

The Ancient Demon let out a shrill shriek, his voice filled with unbelievable horror and fear.

He wanted to escape.

But this hall was his prison; the Restriction on the stone door was both a Seal and a barrier that cut off his possibility of escaping.

His massive body darted left and right in the lightning, trying to evade.

Pure Devilish Qi shields condensed in front of him, only to be torn to shreds like thin paper the moment they touched the golden lightning.

Sizzle!

The golden lightning struck his Demonic Body, blasting open charred holes, and black smoke billowed out, emitting a putrid stench.

His body, condensed from pure Devilish Qi, appeared incredibly fragile in the face of this lightning storm.

“Human Race… you deserve to die!”

The Ancient Demon roared, his six arms flailing wildly, unleashing streaks of demonic light, but they were instantly annihilated by even more lightning.

Nangong Wan stood at the hall entrance, the texture of the Talismans still lingering in her palm.

She gazed at the scene of destruction before her, her heart filled with shock.

This was Lin Feng’s confidence.

This was the means he possessed that allowed him to face the Ancient Demon head-on with Nangong Wan.

Finally, the lightning gradually subsided.

The Ancient Demon, who had been so arrogant moments ago, was now charred black, his Devilish Qi withered, and he fell heavily from mid-air, crashing onto the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

He lay motionless on the ground, as if all his vitality had been lost.

“Is he dead?” Nangong Wan took a few steps forward, a spiritual light flickering in her hand, preparing to completely finish off this demonic creature.

“Don’t go over there.”

Lin Feng’s voice was calm, and he reached out to stop Nangong Wan.

Nangong Wan paused, stopped, and looked at Lin Feng.

“He’s not dead yet.” Lin Feng’s gaze fell on the motionless Ancient Demon on the ground, his eyes showing no hint of relaxation, “He’s waiting for us to approach.”

The Ancient Demon lay on the ground, somewhat shocked in his heart.

*How is this possible! This male Cultivator can actually see through my Turtle Breath Technique!*

He had indeed not lost the ability to resist.

He was originally a Soul Transformation Stage Demon God from the Demon Realm, only following the Demon Ancestor to the Lower Realm, and later became trapped in the Lower Realm due to an accident.

Now his strength was damaged and had fallen to the Nascent Soul Stage, but he was by no means an opponent that an ordinary Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator could contend with.

The man and woman before him, upon making their move, unleashed such powerful Talismans; not only did the Divine Lightning within them restrain him, but their power was also extremely strong.

But he had not sustained fatal injuries.

He deliberately feigned weakness, just to lure that female Cultivator forward.

As long as she got within ten zhang, he was absolutely confident he could instantly Possess her Physical Body, and with this Nascent Soul Stage body, he would be able to break the Restriction and escape!

*Who is this person? Such wisdom, such methods, he is definitely not an ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivator!*

Just as the Ancient Demon was feeling uncertain and surprised, a terrifying Aura that made him tremble descended with a roar!

Lin Feng took a step forward.

A layer of dark golden light shimmered around his body, and a wild, domineering, and destructive Aura soared into the sky.

The space within the hall seemed to solidify.

“This is… a Body Refining Cultivation Technique?” Nangong Wan’s beautiful eyes widened, feeling the terrifying power emanating from Lin Feng, her heart even skipped a beat.

Lin Feng slowly raised his right hand.

The space behind him twisted, and endless dark golden light converged, forming a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky.

Hand of Rahu!

Upon that giant hand, demonic patterns were everywhere, emitting an Aura even purer and more ancient than that of the Ancient Demon.

“Not good!”

Alarm bells rang in the Ancient Demon’s heart, and he could no longer pretend to be dead.

He suddenly leaped up from the ground, transforming into a wisp of black smoke, and fled desperately towards the other side of the hall.

“As expected, cunning.”

Lin Feng looked at his movements, a cold smile appearing on his face.

That gigantic Hand of Rahu, like a shadow, with an Aura that crushed everything, slammed down on the black smoke!

Boom!

At the last moment, the Ancient Demon narrowly dodged this world-destroying blow.

The giant hand slammed into empty space, and the hard hall floor instantly collapsed, a bottomless giant pit appeared, and countless cracks spread out like a spider web.

The entire mountain peak trembled violently.

The Ancient Demon had just reappeared and hadn’t even had time to catch his breath when he saw Lin Feng’s left hand also rise.

Another identical Hand of Rahu condensed above his head.

“Where else do you want to run?”

Lin Feng’s voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.

Two sky-blotting giant hands, one left and one right, sealed all of the Ancient Demon’s escape routes.

The space in this hall was already limited.

Now, squeezed by the two giant hands, the Ancient Demon’s proud speed became a complete joke.

“Stop! Human Race Cultivator! You and I have no enmity, why pursue me to the death?!” The Ancient Demon finally became afraid and let out a pleading roar.

“If you spare me, I am willing to give you all my treasures!”

Lin Feng turned a deaf ear.

The two Hands of Rahu, with irresistible power, slowly closed.

“Ah—!”

The Ancient Demon let out a desperate roar, his three heads and six arms all came out, gathering his last strength, attempting to resist.

However, his Demonic Technique was like a Mantis trying to stop a chariot (mantis trying to stop a chariot) before the Hand of Rahu.

Crack!

His solidified Demonic Body was instantly crushed by the giant hand, emitting a bone-cracking sound that made one’s teeth ache.

The monstrous Devilish Qi was forcibly squeezed and condensed into a ball.

Lin Feng controlled the force and did not directly crush him.

When the giant hand dispersed, the Ancient Demon was left with only a fist-sized, flickering black light sphere, hovering feebly in mid-air, unable to even maintain its form.

“Now, he shouldn’t be feigning death, right?”

Lin Feng walked up to the demonic soul and flicked his fingers repeatedly.

Several black Restriction runes appeared out of thin air, transforming into chains that instantly submerged into the demonic soul light sphere.

The light sphere trembled violently for a moment, then completely quieted down.

After completing all of this, Lin Feng turned back and waved to Nangong Wan.

“Wan’er, come over, it’s safe now.”

Nangong Wan finally let out a sigh of relief, her lotus steps moving lightly, and walked to Lin Feng’s side.

She looked at the demonic soul, now completely restrained, and then at Lin Feng, who was calm and composed beside her, her heart filled with tenderness and reassurance.

Lin Feng waved his hand, and the demonic soul light sphere slowly deformed, re-condensing into the Ancient Demon’s appearance.

However, at this moment, his figure was only three feet tall, looking like a child, and his Aura was extremely weak.

Only then did the two of them clearly see his true appearance.

The Ancient Demon’s appearance was very different from that of the Human Race; his skin was dark gray, covered with profound black patterns, with two curved black horns on his head, and his face was ugly and ferocious.

“Don’t pretend to be dead.”

Lin Feng looked at the Ancient Demon, who had his eyes closed and remained silent, and kicked him in the face.

“I have a few questions for you. Answer them honestly, and I might consider giving you a way out.”

The Ancient Demon was kicked to the ground, his body twitching.

He slowly opened his eyes, resentment, anger, fear… all emotions intertwined, staring fixedly at Lin Feng.