Chapter 692: Arrive

Ten thousand meters above the ground, the bloodthirsty aura and the golden flames collided violently, tearing the clouds in two.

Lin Feng deflected the incoming blood-red blade with a single spear thrust, then swung his spear around, smashing the protective blood aura of a demonic sect expert with the butt of his spear.

Su Lian's dagger grazed past his ear, while Shen Wuyai's blade struck his shoulder armor, sending sparks flying.

Ignoring the minor collisions, Lin Feng lowered his spear tip and aimed it at the sword-wielding demonic sect expert directly in front of him.

The spear thrust forward, its tip tearing through the air with a piercing sonic boom.

The expert parried with his sword, the tip of his spear striking the blade with a dull, metallic clang.

The sword didn't break, but the force traveled along the spine of the blade to his arm, instantly splitting his hand and causing his entire right arm to be thrown backward, almost causing him to drop the sword.

Lin Feng continued his spear thrust, then with a backhand lash, struck the attacker in the face from the side, sending blood flying and teeth and bone fragments flying.

He spun around and swept the spear horizontally, drawing a dark golden arc around himself. Wherever the spear light passed, three close-range experts were forced back simultaneously.

The Bloodthirsty Golden Hoop's passive ability absorbs 30% of the damage dealt to the opponent upon each hit and converts it into health, causing his health bar to rebound slightly.

But this kind of recovery is ultimately just a drop in the ocean.

The siege by the thirty-five Void Shattering experts never stopped.

Lin Feng parried, dodged, and countered, his movements still sharp, but his breathing was becoming increasingly heavy.

"Kid, accept your fate!"

"You think you're the chosen one? Faced with overwhelming numbers, everything is in vain!"

The mocking voices of the Demonic Sect members were incessant.

They held on for another three minutes.

The ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) health bar dropped to 36%.

Just then, the holy authority marks on the ankles of the members of the Demon Sect within the pillar of light began to flash.

A dark golden light emanated from the brand, flickering like a lamp about to burn out.

The first skilled swordsman to discover it glanced down at his ankle, paused for a moment, and then the fear on his face was replaced by an almost manic ecstasy.

He suddenly looked up and shouted to his surroundings, "The mark is flashing! It's almost over! The Holy Authority Realm is about to end!"

"Really! Mine's flashing too!" A mage next to him stared at the dark gold mark on his ankle, his voice trembling. "Twenty-six minutes! Just a few more minutes and it'll be over!"

"Finally, we've made it to the end!" A burly man wielding a hammer laughed loudly, his laughter echoing across the icy plains. "I thought I was really going to die in this godforsaken place! So what if we're high-ranking apostles! They still can't do anything to us!"

"Once the restrictions are lifted, we'll retreat! No one can stop us!" another expert shouted, gripping his knife even tighter.

"So what kind of high-ranking apostle is he? He's nothing special! We've been fighting for almost thirty minutes and haven't even killed a single person!"

As Lin Feng listened to the cheers, his expression grew increasingly serious.

His health bar was still dropping: 34%, 32%, 31%.

He parried and blocked with the Wildfire Spear, weaving and dodging the attacks, but the attacks were too dense, and he was hit from time to time, causing his health bar to drop again.

Why haven't the reinforcements from Cold Moon City arrived yet?

He silently calculated the time in his mind; nearly half an hour had passed since Balor and Snik left.

At their speed, they should have arrived long ago.

Three minutes later, the health bar dropped to 25%.

"He's almost done for!" the burly man wielding the hammer shouted again, his voice filled with excitement. "Give it your all! One more round and he'll be gone!"

"So what if they're high-ranking apostles! They'll still die at our hands!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The morale of the demonic sect members was rising, and their attacks became increasingly fierce.

Lin Feng parried three sword strikes from the front, dodged two cold arrows, and swept his Wildfire Spear to force back two people from the side, but was hit by a palm strike from behind.

The health bar continues to drop, 23%, 22%.

Then he sensed something: twenty-six figures appeared on the distant horizon.

They moved at great speed, their auras were deep and heavy, and the four leading auras were particularly striking.

A tall, robust human, a slender polar elf, a nearly 3.2-meter-tall green-skinned orc, and a vampire woman wearing a long black dress.

All four auras carried the solemnity unique to high-ranking apostles.

The reinforcements from Coldmoon City have finally arrived.

Leading the group was Han Dang, who held the heavy sword, Mountain-Splitting Sword, in his hand. His thick eyebrows and large eyes swept across the battle in the domain, and his laughter shook the clouds: "Hahaha! I'm late!"

Alicia held the crescent bow, her silver hair fluttering in the wind, her pale purple eyes coldly sweeping across the battlefield.

Groom, carrying the Bone Crusher, stood 3.2 meters tall like a moving mountain, his dark red pupils burning with fighting spirit.

Leona floated at the very back, her long black dress billowing in the wind, her bright red lips slightly upturned, and the Blood Banquet daggers silently twirling between her fingers.

The members of the Demonic Sect also saw it, and their cheers abruptly stopped.

"Reinforcements from Coldmoon City! How did they arrive so quickly!"

"We're doomed! We're stuck here! We can't run away now!"

Han Shan roared, his voice like thunder: "What's the panic! We still have the numerical advantage! Even if the enemy has high-ranking apostles, the Holy Authority Domain will end in a dozen seconds! Once it's deactivated, we'll retreat! Not many people will die!"

Upon hearing this, everyone calmed down a bit.

Upon hearing Han Shan's words, Lin Feng raised his head, the solemn expression on his face suddenly dissipated, and a smile curved his lips.

"Is that so?" His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the area. "Do you think you can hold out until then?"

He raised his hand to the sky—【Holy Authority Descends】!

A dark golden pillar of light shot up from beneath his feet once more, enveloping the area within a six-mile radius.

The light was even more dazzling and profound than before, a dark golden beam piercing through the sky at a height of ten thousand meters, dyeing the entire sky a golden hue.

Shen Wuyai's expression finally changed.

He suddenly looked up at Lin Feng, a look of obvious astonishment appearing on his lean face for the first time. His lips moved, and he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Isn't this move supposed to have a 24-hour cooldown? How could he possibly use it continuously?"

"Yes! He just used it! How can it still be used!" The burly man wielding the hammer was filled with despair.

"It's a hero skill! When his hero skill is triggered, it resets all skill cooldowns."

Upon hearing this, the faces of the several demonic sect experts around turned deathly pale.

Within the beam of light, 683 points of true damage per second began to be deducted again.

Those demonic sect experts whose health was already low were now seeing their health bars plummet even further.

The first expert with only a little over four thousand health points couldn't hold on any longer. His health bar dropped to zero, and his body fell from mid-air. His dark red robe billowed in the wind as he crashed onto the ice and fell silent.

Then came the second, the third, and the fourth.

"No...no!" An apostle with only a little over three thousand health points left was deathly pale as he desperately rushed towards the edge of the pillar of light, but the brand on his ankle pinned him to the spot. "Let me out! I don't want to die!"

"Commander Shen! What do we do! We can't hold on any longer!" another apostle roared at Shen Wuyai.

Shen Wuyai did not speak.

He stood in the center of the pillar of light, his lean face no longer showing the composure he had before.

He glanced down at the brand on his ankle, then looked up at Lin Feng outside the beam of light. His lips moved, but he ultimately said nothing.

Beyond the pillar of light, the reinforcements from Cold Moon City halted outside the borders of the Holy Authority Domain.

Alicia gripped the crescent bow, her pale purple pupils peering through the dark golden light screen at the battlefield.