Chapter 686: Rank Apostle!

Three hundred kilometers northeast of Cold Moon City, above the frozen plain.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, the clouds spread out about 3,000 meters below them, a large gray-white expanse that separated the sky and the earth into two worlds.

Occasionally, a gap would appear in the clouds, revealing the gray-white outline of the permafrost plain below, like a giant carpet spread out to the horizon.

Three streaks of light swept across the clouds, maintaining a speed of 150 meters per second.

Lin Fengfei was at the forefront, with the Wildfire Spear at an angle behind him, and his golden armor gleamed with an almost silvery sheen under the cold light of the high sky.

Two figures followed closely behind him.

At the same time, a dark red aura was approaching from behind.

Lin Feng's senses were firmly locked onto them, and after more than ten minutes, his brows furrowed.

The number of those auras remained the same, their speed remained the same, and their formation remained the same.

Something's not right.

Something's really wrong.

He was currently disguised as a lower-level apostle, so his speed could only be maintained at this level, and he could not unleash his full power.

However, the demonic sect expert behind him, who was at the second level of the Shattered Void Realm, clearly had spare strength, yet he did not accelerate, always hanging at a constant distance.

Like a cat teasing a mouse, unhurried and leisurely.

Does he intend to let us go?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Lin Feng nipped it in the bud.

Impossible. When have the Demonic Sect ever been so kind?

There's only one explanation: the other side is certain they can't escape.

Ahead, a trap may have already been set.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng felt a long-lost chill creep into his heart.

Since passing the Nightmare World Selection and becoming a Baron, it seems like he hasn't experienced this feeling of being out of control for a long time.

He has always been accustomed to keeping every step in his own hands, and even in the interdimensional war that began before, the situation was always within his calculations.

But now, he realizes that based on the strength he has revealed, he has actually failed here.

Some things will never go according to your wishes.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, gripped his spear tightly, and his eyes darkened.

Rather than resorting to the "Homecoming Anchor Point" as a last resort for escape, he preferred to directly expose the strength of the higher-ranking apostles.

Once the homecoming anchor point is used, this trump card becomes an open secret. If someone targets and deploys it, this last means of survival becomes useless.

However, on the battlefield of eternal night, he cannot hide his full strength forever. Sooner or later, he will fall into a similar predicament again.

As far as he knew, there were six high-ranking apostles under Viscount Eternal Night, four of whom were from the Nightmare Clan, and the other two were from the Undead Clan and the Beast Clan, respectively.

At least on the surface, Viscount Eternal Night did not show any aversion to the existence of the alien superior apostles.

Even if the viscount wanted to take action against him for some reason, the current invasion by the Demonic Sect and the tense war situation made it the wrong time to act.

Between two evils, choose the lesser. Since there's no way to escape, then don't try to escape.

Look at this web, and see who is truly caught in it.

Just then, he suddenly sensed that thirty-five auras had entered the eight-kilometer radius and were surrounding him from all directions.

Lin Feng immediately stopped where he was.

When Snik saw him stop, his slender frame abruptly halted, his small eyes widening in surprise: "Lord Lin... Lord Lin, is there something up ahead?"

Balor, who was behind, suddenly activated a temporary speed boost skill and crashed over like a brown-gray cannonball.

He was panting heavily, the fine hairs on his face ruffled by the wind: "Damn it, you two run faster than rabbits! Hey Lord Lin, why did you suddenly slow down? Those bastards behind us are still hot on our heels!"

"We can't escape," Lin Feng said. "The Blood Demon Sect has completed their encirclement from all sides."

Snik's face turned pale instantly. He rubbed his hands together so fast it was almost invisible, and the brass rings on his two pointed ears jingled loudly.

"10. Surrounded on all sides? That means there are people all around? Oh no, oh no, oh no, I knew I shouldn't have come, I knew..."

Balor gripped the Earth-Splitting Stake tighter, his round eyes beneath his thick fur swept around the room, and he gritted his teeth: "What's there to be afraid of! At worst, I'll just die! It's just a pity about my equipment; it'll just benefit those bastards from the Demonic Sect again."

"Not necessarily." Lin Feng's tone was indifferent. "I'll hold them off for a bit. When you escape, return to Cold Moon City as soon as possible to get reinforcements. Once the reinforcements arrive, these Demonic Sect apostles will be doomed."

Both Balor and Snik were stunned.

Balor stared, his mouth agape, the earth-shattering stake nearly slipping from his grasp. He looked down at Lin Feng's golden armor, then up at his face. Something was swirling in his mind, but he couldn't quite grasp it.

Snik finally stopped moving his hands. He stared at Lin Feng's back, his dark green pupils reflecting an indescribable expression, as if he were looking at someone who had been scared out of their wits.

"Lord Lin... Lord Lin," Snik's voice was extremely low, "thirty-five apostles, and you're just a lower-ranking apostle..."

Before the words were even finished, the demonic sect expert had already appeared in their field of vision.

Shen Wuyai, Su Lian, Han Shan, and Tie Wujiu, along with thirty-one experts from the Demonic Sect, advanced from four directions, surrounding Lin Feng and his two companions in the center.

Shen Wuyai stood directly in front, his narrow-bladed longsword hanging diagonally at his side, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Su Lian shrank to the side, two dark red daggers hidden in her sleeves, her dark red eyes gleaming in the shadows of the clouds.

Han Shan slung his thick-backed broadsword over his shoulder, grinning as if he were looking at three prey already locked in a cage.

Tie Wujiu remained silent as a stone, his fists clenched, the dark patterns on his arm armor gleaming coldly.

No nonsense.

The four people occupy four different directions and raise their hands simultaneously.

A dark red light gathered in the palms of the four—【Blood Demon's Judgment】

The power of the four laws was unleashed simultaneously, pressing down on Lin Feng and his companions from four directions.

That power was deep and sharp, carrying the corrosive aura unique to blood demons, and the air around it emitted a sharp wail.

Just then, Lin Feng looked up.

Its disguise peeled away piece by piece like ashes from a fire, revealing the true nature beneath.

Nine golden rings suddenly bloomed behind him, their dark golden light shining like nine blazing suns, illuminating the entire sky.

The dark gold trim around the halo was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it, as if even space itself was being scorched by the light, creating tiny cracks.

His aura suddenly erupted, rising from a lower-ranking apostle all the way up, surpassing the higher-ranking apostles, and finally stabilizing at the peak of the upper-ranking apostle.

The aura of the level 59 superior apostle spread out in all directions like a tsunami.

The ice field beneath their feet suddenly cracked, and spiderweb-like fissures instantly spread for thousands of meters.

The ice crystals drifting in the air were shaken back by this aura, forming a visible golden wave that swept outwards in all directions.

Snik froze, his hand-wringing motion halting in mid-air: "High-High Apostle?! Lord Lin, you're actually a High-High Apostle!"

Balor finally snapped out of his daze, his voice suddenly rising in a trembling mix of surprise and delight: "Holy crap! Lord Lin, you've been hiding this for ages! Level 59! You're fucking level 59!"

Lin Feng ignored their reactions, and the Holy Power Injury condensed in his palm.

A dark golden sphere of light instantly took shape, its surface shimmering with fine, regular patterns, resembling a miniature star.

He raised his hand and pushed, sending the ball of light crashing head-on into the direction from which the four Blood Demon Judgments were unleashed.

(I might not be able to feel well in the early morning)