255: Chapter 255 Crisis Arrives

Imperial City, somewhere.

Hun Feng sat cross-legged on a stone platform, eyes slightly closed. Around him, the Law of Space and the Law of Time intertwined into a silver-gold cocoon of light, shrouding his form. Runes flowed across the surface of the cocoon. With every breath, vast amounts of Spiritual Energy from heaven and earth gathered from all directions into the cocoon, only to be crushed, purified, and absorbed by the power of the two Laws. His aura teetered back and forth between the peak of the Immortal Grade Heavenly Supreme and the Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereign. Each oscillation caused the reinforced Spirit Formations on the walls of the secret chamber to flicker violently—it was the backlash from his realm barrier being repeatedly assaulted; any ordinary chamber would have already been reduced to dust.

He had been in seclusion in this secret chamber for a full month. After defeating Maha Tian, he had vaguely sensed a loosening in the bottleneck at the peak of the Immortal Grade Heavenly Supreme. That battle had given him a personal understanding of the power of a Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereign, and the wisps of dark gold lightning that Maha Tian had left within the Heaven-Slaying Flame were also being refined and absorbed by him bit by bit. Over this past month, he had assaulted the bottleneck no less than a hundred times, each time falling just short at the final moment. It wasn't a lack of accumulation; it was the lack of a catalyst.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open.

The Heaven-Slaying Flame pulsed violently in his dantian. It wasn't the natural spiritual power fluctuation from cultivation, but a warning—something extremely dangerous was approaching. That sense of danger was sharp and cold, like a needle piercing deep into his soul. Since the time he had faced eighteen Spirit Grade Heavenly Sovereign of the Evil Race in the South Sea, he had never felt such an intense sense of crisis.

He formed hand seals, forcibly interrupting his seclusion. The cocoon of light around him shattered with a boom, dissipating into a sky full of silver and gold specks. Breakthroughs could wait, but for the Heaven-Slaying Flame to spontaneously produce this level of warning, what was coming was definitely no ordinary threat.

A quarter of an hour ago. West side of the Imperial City, edge of the volcanic cluster.

Xue Wei stood alone on the edge of a semi-dormant crater, her dark red dress fluttering in the night wind, blood-colored hair billowing behind her. She had left the city alone two hours ago, without bringing any guards—not out of arrogance, but because she didn't want anyone to see her current state. The dark red jade pendant in her hand had appeared by her pillow three days ago, and the thread tied to it still retained a faint trace of evil energy. Only one symbol was carved on the jade—it was the mark of the Blood Shadow Guard of the Blood Demon Clan, one of the thirty-two great clans of the Extraterritorial Evil Clan.

Xue Wei knew all too well what this symbol meant. The Blood Shadow Guard never operated alone; every time they struck, there were at least two of them, and their cultivation was at least at the Demon Emperor level—which was equivalent to above the Immortal Grade Heavenly Supreme of the Great Thousand World. And to be able to bypass the layers of Spirit Formations of the Spirit Hall in the Burning Heaven Mountain Range and deliver the jade pendant to her pillow without a sound, the strength of the person who came was likely even greater than that.

She should have reported this to Hun Feng immediately. But she didn't. It wasn't out of distrust for Hun Feng, but a strange thought—she didn't want Hun Feng to think that she had brought trouble upon herself just one year after defecting to the Spirit Hall. She tucked the jade pendant into her bosom and left the city alone.

The night wind at the edge of the crater was dry and scorching. The magma beneath her feet flowed slowly through the crevices in the rocks, emitting a dull roar. She had waited for two hours, and nothing happened. Just as she began to suspect this was a prank by some remnant of the Evil Race, the air around her suddenly solidified. Two waves of Demonic Qi descended from the sky, one at the late Saint-Rank, one at the mid Saint-Rank. The Demonic Qi was so thick it almost condensed into substance, pressing down on the volcanic ash and magma for dozens of miles until they were motionless, even silencing the roaring from the crater.

Xue Wei's pupils shrank to needle points. She had thought the Blood Shadow Guard would come, but she hadn't expected powerhouses of this level. A Demon Emperor at the Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereign level was at the very pinnacle of the thirty-two clans, and usually, they only mobilized to target those at the Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereign level. As for her, a defector intelligence officer at the peak of the Spirit Grade Heavenly Supreme, it would normally be giving her enough face if the Blood Shadow Guard sent two Demon Emperors. But deploying two Saint-Rank Demon Emperors—this meant the Evil Race wanted not only her life, but also the intelligence she had not yet disclosed.

Two figures stepped out from the void. On the left was a middle-aged man clad in dark green battle armor, his dark green eyes flashing with cold light in the night, the Demonic Qi of a late Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereign released without reservation. On the right was a woman in a dark purple dress, a mocking smile hanging on her enchanting face, five pitch-black rings on her fingertips emitting a ghostly glow.

"Xue Wei." The man in dark green armor spoke, his voice deep like muffled thunder, carrying a condescending tone of interrogation. "Did you think that by defecting to the Spirit Hall, the clan would have no way to deal with you?"

Xue Wei took a deep breath, suppressing the fear surging in her heart. She did not retreat, but flipped her hands, and two dark red short blades were already in her palms. Blood light flowed on the blades; they were her life-bound demonic weapons, and this was the first time they had been unsheathed in the year she had been in the Spirit Hall.

"Blood Shadow Twin Demons." Xue Wei stared at the two, a mocking smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "To deal with a traitor like me, a mere Spirit Grade Heavenly Supreme, the Blood Demon Clan has even sent out the Blood Shadow Twin Demons. You really think highly of me."

"Traitor!" The woman in the dark purple dress sneered, the five pitch-black rings on her fingertips lighting up with ghostly green cold light. "Bitch, I couldn't stand you when you were in the clan. I knew you would have this day sooner or later. Betting on the natives of the Great Thousand World after betraying the clan, did you think you could run?"

"Enough talk." Xue Wei gripped her blades, blood energy surging around her. "If you want to fight, then fight. I want to see if the Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereigns of the Blood Shadow Twin Demons are really as invincible as the legends say."

"Overestimating yourself." The man in dark green armor raised his right hand and casually grabbed at the void with his five fingers. The Demonic Qi of the late Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereign transformed into a giant dark green claw that blotted out the sky, slapping down towards Xue Wei. The giant claw covered a range of a thousand feet, and wherever the claw tips passed, space collapsed inch by inch. Even the magma in the crater was squeezed out by this pressure, and the crimson magma collided with the dark green Demonic Qi in mid-air, producing a harsh, explosive sound.

Xue Wei's figure retreated violently, crossing her blades in front of her chest, her blood energy forming a blood-colored shield. But the moment the giant dark green claw touched the shield, it shattered like paper. Saint-Rank against Spirit Grade, the gap was too great; it was simply not a battle on the same level. She was sent flying by a single slap, her back smashing into a small volcano, rubble and magma splashing everywhere. She spat out a mouthful of golden blood—that was the color of spiritual power after being transformed by Hun Feng's soul imprint, which had turned from bright red to pale gold under the erosion of the Demonic Qi.

The man in dark green armor withdrew his hand, looking indifferently at Xue Wei, who was struggling to stand up in the ruins. The dark green Demonic Qi still lingered on the five fingers of his right hand, and a few drops of golden blood stained his fingertips, which he flicked away carelessly.

"Xue Wei, surrender. Considering you were once an intelligence officer of the Blood Demon Clan, if you confess honestly, I can let you die quickly."

Xue Wei crawled up from the pile of rubble. Her left arm could no longer be raised, but her right hand still gripped the short blade tightly without letting go. Her dark red dress was torn in several places, and her blood-colored hair stuck messily to her pale cheeks. She coughed up some bloody foam, but a very stubborn smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. A year ago, when she was captured by Hun Feng in the South Sea, she had chosen to surrender. At that time, she felt that being alive was more important than anything else. But now, she didn't want to surrender a second time. Not because of any great cause, but because she had finally found a sense of belonging in the Imperial City—the man who tricked her into surrendering with chocolate beans, the tyrant who made her grind ink, the great hall that was covered in volcanic ash every day but made her feel at ease.

"In your dreams." She gritted her teeth and raised her blades again.

The woman in the dark purple dress gave a disdainful sneer and pointed a finger. A thin, ghostly green light pierced through the void, heading straight for the center of Xue Wei's brow. The light was fast to the extreme; the void was silently pierced wherever it passed, and even the spatial turbulence was dyed ink-black by the ghostly green light. Xue Wei tried her best to dodge sideways, but she was still pierced through the right shoulder by the beam. Her right arm instantly lost sensation, the short blade flew out of her hand, and her whole body was sent flying again, smashing into the volcanic rubble.

At the moment she was about to lose consciousness, the instinct to survive overcame everything. She turned over abruptly, pouring all her remaining spiritual power into her legs, transforming into a streak of blood-colored light and fleeing frantically towards the Imperial City. She knew she shouldn't lead these two monsters to the Imperial City, but she didn't want to die. She had never not wanted to die like this before.

The man in dark green armor looked expressionlessly at the streak of blood-colored light fleeing in such a sorry state, as if he were watching a sparrow desperately flapping its wings while being chased by a hawk.

"Chase. Don't let her enter the city."

The two figures flashed and merged into the night.

On the walls of the Imperial City, Hun Qian stood on the watchtower, suddenly feeling a sense of crisis that made even his hair stand on end as a Spirit Grade Heavenly Supreme, rapidly approaching from the direction of the volcanic cluster. He turned around abruptly, and before he could issue a warning, a streak of blood-colored light fell from the night sky, smashing onto the stone slab outside the city wall of the Imperial City with a dull thud. It was Xue Wei, covered in blood, a transparent hole in her right shoulder still oozing dark red blood. She had almost lost consciousness, and only her left hand was still clawing tightly at the moss in the cracks of the floor tiles, her knuckles white without a trace of blood.

Immediately after, two figures stepped out from the night sky. The dark green Demonic Qi and dark purple Demonic Qi were like two dark clouds blotting out the sky, swallowing up all the starlight and moonlight above the Imperial City. The pressure of the Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereign crushed down without reservation. The reinforced Spirit Formations on the city walls were automatically activated, but the moment they touched the Demonic Qi, they began to flicker violently, and the outermost spirit patterns crumbled inch by inch.

Dozens of disciples responsible for the night watch on the city wall were crushed to their knees by this pressure, and those with slightly lower cultivation spat blood and fell to the ground on the spot. Hun Qian's fingers, which were pressed against the hilt of his sword, clicked and clacked, but that pressure made him unable to even raise the thought of drawing his sword—not because he dared not, but because his body was instinctively refusing to be an enemy of an opponent at this level. He could feel that each of the two people in front of him was stronger than the Maha Tian of the past.

"Xue Wei is already a member of our Spirit Hall, you two are trying to—" Hun Qian forced himself to speak.

The man in dark green armor raised his hand and waved. A dark green palm print slapped Hun Qian on the chest from dozens of feet away, sending him flying and smashing into the stone pillars of the watchtower. Hun Qian spat out a mouthful of blood and could not stand up when he fell. He struggled to raise his head, the expression on his face was not fear, but anger—he was angry with himself for not being able to guard the city gate even while the Hall Master was in seclusion.

"A mere Spirit Grade Heavenly Supreme, and you are worthy of speaking to this seat?" The man in dark green armor withdrew his palm, his tone indifferent.

The woman in the dark purple dress landed on the city wall, looking down at Xue Wei who had fallen in a pool of blood, a cat-playing-with-a-mouse smile hanging on her lips: "Run. Why don't you run? Did you think this city could protect you? Did you think that guy named Hun Feng—"

"What about that guy named Hun Feng?"

A voice came from the direction of the main hall of the Imperial City. It was not heavy, not loud, and even carried a bit of lazy casualness. But the moment the voice fell, all the Spirit Formations on the city wall that were suppressed by the Demonic Qi stopped flickering simultaneously—they were not repaired, but the space itself was forcibly locked, and even the disintegration of the spirit patterns was pressed on the pause button.

The smile on the face of the woman in the dark purple dress froze.

Hun Feng walked slowly out of the main hall. He wore black robes, his long hair was unbound, and silver-gold Law specks that had not yet dissipated from his failed breakthrough remained around him. His cultivation was still at the peak of the Immortal Grade Heavenly Supreme—he had been in seclusion for a month, the bottleneck had not been broken, but he didn't care. He stepped onto the city wall, his gaze sweeping over the disciples who were kneeling on the ground, over Hun Qian who had fallen and vomited blood, over Xue Wei who was covered in blood, and finally landed on the two figures standing on the city wall overlooking everything. His expression was very calm, but in those eyes, the Heaven-Slaying Flame was dancing wildly.

"Two Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereigns." Hun Feng spoke, his tone as flat as if he were counting cabbage in a vegetable market. "Running to the gate of my Spirit Hall to beat my disciples, injure my subordinates, and almost kill my people. You two—have a lot of courage."

The man in dark green armor and the woman in the dark purple dress looked at each other, a trace of solemnity flashing in their eyes at the same time. They could clearly perceive a very dangerous incongruity in Hun Feng—the cultivation of the peak of the Immortal Grade Heavenly Supreme, but the battle intent of the Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereign level. This incongruity was something they had only seen in one person: Maha Tian. More than a year ago, news spread throughout the Great Thousand World that the patriarch of the Mohe Ancient Clan, Maha Tian, had been defeated head-on by the Spirit Hall Master, Hun Feng.

"Hun Feng." The man in dark green armor turned slowly, and for the first time, there was a look of regarding his opponent as an equal in his dark green eyes. "You do have some ability. But today we are only taking Xue Wei. If you are sensible—"

Hun Feng did not let him finish his sentence. He flipped his right hand, and the Heaven-Slaying Flame transformed into an eighteen-foot long spear, the crimson flames on the spear tip illuminating half of the city wall into the color of blood. He did not look at the two people, but looked at the Heavenly Sovereigns of the Spirit Hall who were gathering rapidly behind him. The auras of Hun Tiandi and Void Swallowing Flame had already risen from the direction of the side hall, the purple light of Cai Lin had already lit up behind the main hall, the Dragon Phoenix pressure of Zi Yan was rushing from the direction of the Martial Arena, and the blood-attribute Dou Qi of Yao Yao had already flashed at the corner of the city wall—sixteen Heavenly Sovereign auras were activated almost at the same time.

"All stand down." Hun Feng spoke, his voice not loud, but unquestionable. "Without my order, no one is allowed to make a move."

Zi Yan had already flown into mid-air, abruptly stopping her figure: "Brother! Those are two Saint-Rank—"

"I said stand down." Hun Feng did not look back.

Zi Yan gritted her teeth as she landed back on the city wall. Her golden pupils were filled with unwillingness, but Cai Lin pressed down on her shoulder.

Cai Lin stood behind her, not stepping forward or making a sound. Her pair of purple snake pupils were fixed intently on Hun Feng's retreating back, her knuckles white as she gripped the railing.

She knew what Hun Feng was thinking—the strength of these two individuals was not inferior to Maha Tian in the slightest.

If the sixteen Heavenly Supremes swarmed them, they might be able to injure them, but there would inevitably be casualties.

And Hun Feng would never allow his people to suffer casualties in a battle of this level.

He did not let them intervene, not because he lacked faith in their strength, but because he did not want to bear the risk of seeing anyone fall before him.

Hun Feng withdrew his gaze and turned toward the Blood Shadow Twin Demons.

The void beneath his feet exploded, and he shot into the sky, his spear pointing straight at the firmament.

"If you want to fight, follow me. Let's change locations."

He tore open a spatial rift and his figure vanished into it.

That rift led to the void outside the Great Thousand World—the true void, with no heaven or earth, no spiritual energy or aura, only endless darkness and stars.

There, he could unleash his full power without any restraint.

The Blood Shadow Twin Demons exchanged a glance, a cold sneer appearing on both their lips.

They had originally been worried that fighting near the Imperial City would attract reinforcements from the Great Thousand Palace and other super forces, but now that Hun Feng had taken the initiative to pull the battlefield into the depths of the void, it suited their wishes perfectly.

In their view, killing an Immortal Grade Heavenly Supreme at his peak would take no more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

The two flashed, transforming into a dark cyan and a dark purple streak of demonic light, pursuing Hun Feng into the spatial rift.

On the ramparts of the Imperial City, the Heavenly Supremes watched helplessly as the spatial rift slowly closed, and the Hall Master's figure vanished completely into the darkness.

Xue Wei struggled to push herself up from the city wall, clutching the wound on her right shoulder as blood dripped from between her fingers onto the bricks.

She stared at the night sky, which was now empty, her lips moving, but she could not utter a single word.

Deep in the void, there was neither light nor wind.

Billions of stars burned silently in the distant darkness; some were already dead, their light having traveled tens of thousands of light-years to reach this place, leaving behind a final ember before fading away completely.

Three streaks of light appeared in this void almost simultaneously.

Hun Feng stood holding his spear, his profound black robes motionless in the vacuum. The spear formed by the Heaven-Slaying Flame was exceptionally striking in the darkness, the crimson flames at its tip burning silently in the vacuum.

Opposite him, the Blood Shadow Twin Demons stood side by side.

The dark cyan armor and the dark purple long dress shimmered with a cold, ghostly demonic light under the starlight.

Two auras of Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereign demonic energy were released without reservation, pressing the surrounding void until it twisted slightly.

"To dare fight two Saint-Ranks alone while only at the peak of the Immortal Grade Heavenly Supreme—you have quite a lot of nerve," the man in dark cyan armor said coldly, a hint of amusement flashing in his ghostly green pupils. "Just because you defeated a Maha Tian, do you really think you're invincible?"

"I wouldn't call myself invincible." Hun Feng flicked his spear, and the Heaven-Slaying Flame at the tip surged violently. The crimson light reflected on his face, making the curve of his lips look exceptionally cold. "But killing the two of you—that is more than enough."

As the words fell, he struck first.

His spear, wrapped in monstrous flames, pierced through the void, aiming straight for the face of the man in dark cyan armor.

This spear strike held no trace of probing; the Heaven-Slaying Flame was operating at full power, and wherever the spear tip passed, even the void was burned into pitch-black scorch marks.

A full-power strike capable of defeating Maha Tian head-on was something few people in the Great Thousand World would dare to take directly.

The man in dark cyan armor formed seals with his hands in front of his chest, and dark cyan demonic energy transformed into a giant shield to block the front.

The spear tip pierced three inches into the shield, the Heaven-Slaying Flame and the dark cyan demonic energy clashing violently, emitting a harsh sizzling sound.

The shield began to melt under the burning of the Heaven-Slaying Flame, the dark cyan demonic energy being devoured inch by inch by the crimson fire. A flash of shock crossed the man's eyes as he took half a step back in the void.

It was this half-step that caused the expression of the woman in the dark purple dress to change completely.

She had been paired with the Blood Shadow Twin Demons for ten thousand years, and she had never seen her companion forced back half a step by the first strike.

"Don't hold back! This person's flames are strange!" She shouted sharply, spreading all ten fingers as ten ghostly green beams shot out from her rings simultaneously, weaving into an airtight web of light that covered Hun Feng.

Wherever the web of light passed, several meteorites floating in the void were instantly cut into countless fragments, the cuts as smooth as mirrors, and even the debris was corroded into black smoke by the demonic energy.

A silver light suddenly flared in Hun Feng's left eye. Space-Splitting: Dimensional Slash.

He slashed his spear backhanded, and a silver spatial rift silently tore through the void, splitting the web of light down the middle.

The ghostly green beams were swallowed by the spatial fault, exploding into a sky full of light spots within the rift.

He turned his body, and a golden radiance lit up in his right eye simultaneously. Time Stop: Eternal Moment.

The golden light of the Law of Time accurately enveloped the woman in the dark purple dress, freezing her movements for half a breath.

Half a breath was enough to do many things.

The spear in Hun Feng's hand flew from his grip, transforming into a crimson meteor that pierced straight toward the heart of the man in dark cyan armor.

The man in dark cyan armor's pupils constricted. Facing the incoming spear, he slammed his hands together, and the dark cyan demonic energy condensed into a ten-thousand-foot-tall dark cyan demonic dragon in front of him. The demonic dragon opened its huge mouth and swallowed the spear whole.

The spear exploded inside the demonic dragon's belly, and the Heaven-Slaying Flame burned the demonic dragon to ashes from the inside out, the crimson and dark cyan flames exploding in the void into a magnificent sea of light.

But in that brief moment, the woman in the dark purple dress had broken free from the constraints of the Law of Time, and with a backhanded palm, she struck toward Hun Feng's back.

This palm strike carried the full cultivation of a mid-stage Saint-Rank, and the wind from the palm strike caused a small asteroid hundreds of miles in diameter in the distance to be knocked off its orbit.

Hun Feng had no time to dodge, so he forcefully condensed a flame barrier behind his back using the Nine Nether Burning Heaven Art.

The force of the palm penetrated the barrier; a sweetness rose in his throat, and his body was sent flying hundreds of thousands of feet, only stopping after shattering three small asteroids.

A sharp pain came from the joints of his right arm—it wasn't broken, but it wasn't far off.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the fighting spirit in his eyes not only failing to fade but instead burning even more fiercely.

"Interesting," he said in a low voice.

The man in dark cyan armor and the woman in the dark purple dress simultaneously launched their second round of attacks.

The dark cyan demonic dragons condensed again, this time numbering as many as three, each one ten thousand feet tall. Their dragon claws tore through the void, and wherever their dragon breath passed, even the stars dimmed.

The woman in the dark purple dress transformed into a ghostly purple shadow, her five rings lighting up simultaneously, and a sky full of ghostly green light blades poured down like a rainstorm.

Each light blade was a hundred miles wide. Falling onto an uninhabited planet, they instantly cut the planet, which was larger than the Imperial City, into countless fragments, and the fragments were reduced to dust under the corrosion of the demonic energy.

The two worked together; each person's strength was not inferior to Maha Tian's, and the tacit understanding when they joined forces far exceeded that of ordinary partners.

The dark cyan demonic dragons suppressed him from the front, while the ghostly green light blades sealed off his retreat, forcing Hun Feng to have no choice but to take them head-on.

Hun Feng took a deep breath and formed seals with his hands. Time-Splitting: Manifestation of Ten Thousand Selves.

The golden light of the Law of Time erupted from his body, and two figures descended simultaneously from the time nodes of the past and future.

Each holding a Heaven-Slaying Flame spear, the three of them killed toward the Blood Shadow Twin Demons in a triangular formation.

The man in dark cyan armor's expression changed abruptly.

He had heard of this move—a year ago, Hun Feng had used this very move to defeat Maha Tian.

But he had thought that was just an exaggerated battle report. Now, seeing three completely identical Hun Fengs attacking simultaneously from different time coordinates, he understood that the battle report was not exaggerated at all; rather, it had deliberately downplayed the force described.

The three's movements were independent, yet their coordination was seamless—one thrust from the front, one flanked from the side, and one sealed off the retreat from the rear.

Three crimson spear shadows descended simultaneously on the three time lines, piercing through the dark cyan demonic dragon and the three demonic dragons completely.

The woman in the dark purple dress let out a sharp cry, and the rings on her ten fingers exploded simultaneously, the ghostly green light condensing into an incomparably thick demonic mirror in front of her.

The spears of the three Hun Fengs pierced into the demonic mirror simultaneously; the mirror surface trembled violently, but it reflected the power of the Heaven-Slaying Flame back.

The three Hun Fengs were all knocked back, the time nodes of Time-Splitting: Manifestation of Ten Thousand Selves were disrupted, and the three figures merged into one.

Hun Feng retreated hundreds of miles in the void, his robes on his chest burned into a large hole by his own flames, revealing the skin beneath, which was scorched bright red.

"Your methods are indeed powerful," the man in dark cyan armor stepped forward, and the dark cyan demonic energy condensed behind him into a demonic shadow tens of thousands of feet tall. The demonic shadow's hands held two dark cyan light orbs, each containing energy compressed enough to destroy a small star. "But you are only an Immortal Grade Heavenly Supreme after all. Your total spiritual energy simply cannot sustain this kind of consumption. We can wear you out to death."

Hun Feng did not speak.

His breathing was indeed a bit heavier than usual. Time-Splitting: Manifestation of Ten Thousand Selves consumed a great deal of spiritual energy and soul power, and that round of confrontation had already consumed nearly thirty percent of his spiritual energy.

While the two on the opposite side had also suffered some injuries, the spiritual energy recovery speed of a Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereign far exceeded that of an Immortal Grade, so dragging it out was indeed disadvantageous to him.

But he had no intention of retreating.

He raised his right hand, and the Heaven-Slaying Flame re-condensed into a spear in his palm.

The flames were even more crimson and intense than before, the red light at the spear tip almost condensing into substance.

"A war of attrition?" Hun Feng pulled a cold arc at the corner of his mouth. "Did you forget something—the thing I fear the least is a war of attrition."

He flipped his left hand, and a palm-sized fire lotus appeared in his palm.

The fire lotus was layered, the nine-colored exotic fire and the origin of the Heaven-Slaying Flame intertwined and circulated, exquisite to the point of being a work of art.

Then he pressed the fire lotus into the void in front of him, and the fire lotus exploded. A wall of fire stood across the void, separating the Blood Shadow Twin Demons on the other side.

The fire wall was thousands of miles high and hundreds of miles thick, composed purely of the crimson flames of the Heaven-Slaying Flame, with the patterns of the nine-colored exotic fire faintly visible, flowing endlessly within the flames.

What he wanted was not to block the opponent, but to tell them—I am not leaving. Right here, I will fight you until I'm satisfied.

The Blood Shadow Twin Demons exchanged a glance and simultaneously activated their strongest demonic arts.

The dark cyan demonic shadow and the dark purple demonic shadow condensed and took shape behind them, the two demonic shadows tens of thousands of feet tall, almost covering the entire star field.

The demonic shadows' hands held dark cyan and dark purple energy orbs compressed to the extreme, the surfaces of the energy orbs constantly flashing with twisted demonic patterns, the aftermath of which blasted the stars in the void into fragments.

A red giant star in the distance that had been burning for billions of years was swept by the aftermath of the dark cyan demonic energy, its surface surging violently, whipping up coronal waves tens of thousands of miles high, the entire star trembling.

And further out in this vast star field, several white dwarfs that had been dead and silent for billions of years were rotating silently.

Their density was so great that a spoonful of matter was as heavy as a mountain range, and their surface gravity was so strong that even light could not escape.

No one knew whether the aftermath of this battle would happen to break their billion-year balance.

The void between the three forces could no longer withstand this level of confrontation and began to collapse on its own.

Spatial fragments flew all over the sky between the three like broken glass, each fragment reflecting the wreckage of a star devoured by demonic energy.

Spatial turbulence gushed out from the collapse, tearing open pitch-black rifts millions of miles long in the void.

The crimson firelight of the Heaven-Slaying Flame reflected on the dark cyan and dark purple demonic shadows, shattering the uninhabited planets in this star field that had been silent for billions of years one by one.

Those fragments were then ground into smaller pieces by the laws of power dissipated by the three parties, spreading into a meteorite belt spanning tens of millions of miles in the void.

And the battlefield was still expanding—every clash between the spear and the demonic blade pushed the boundaries of the battle further out by tens of thousands of miles.

The Great Thousand World. Holy Spirit Mountain, Great Thousand Palace.

The Palace Master was meditating in the quiet room when he suddenly opened his eyes and looked in a certain direction deep in the void.

For the first time, a solemn expression appeared in those eyes as deep as the starry sky.

He sensed the Heaven-Slaying Flame—that was Hun Feng's aura.

And colliding with the Heaven-Slaying Flame were two extremely powerful Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereign level demonic energies.

Each one was not inferior to any late-stage Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereign powerhouse in the Great Thousand World.

In the Sword Domain, the Green-Shirt Sword Saint suddenly opened his eyes from his meditative trance, and the long sword on his lap unsheathed itself by three inches, the sword hum like a dragon's roar.

He looked toward the northeast, his brows locked tight.

In the West Heaven War Palace, the War Emperor rose abruptly from his tiger-skin chair, his dark gold armor shimmering with cold light under the candlelight.

In the Luoshen Clan, Luo Shen Clan Patriarch Luo Tianshen walked out of the hall leaning on his cane, his aged face full of worry.

The Five Ancient Clans, various super forces, and countless reclusive powerhouses—at this moment, all existences at the Heavenly Supreme level in the entire Great Thousand World sensed the heaven-shaking battle taking place in that distant void.

On the ramparts of the Imperial City, the sixteen Heavenly Supremes remained standing in place; not a single person left.

Cai Lin's nails had embedded themselves into the stone railing.

Zi Yan bit her lip and clenched her fists.

Yao Yao held her bone whip and said nothing.

Xun'er clasped her hands in front of her chest, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Xue Wei sat leaning against the base of the city wall, clutching the wound on her shoulder, her long blood-colored hair sticking messily to her pale face. Her deep purple pupils stared intently at the night sky, which was empty, her lips already bitten until they bled.

They knew that in that invisible void, Hun Feng was fighting two Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereigns alone.

And the only thing they could do was wait.