Chapter 2084 - 2082: Unsealing

Chapter 2084: Chapter 2082: Unsealing

"Ximen Baizhan, what are you doing?"

Luo Huan looked at Ximen Baizhan who snatched his opponent, feeling a bit disrespected by Ximen Baizhan’s actions.

Ximen Baizhan, however, didn’t look back and continued his fierce assault on Li Feng: "Orders from the Think Tank, we are to finish this quickly."

"While you are dawdling, our comrades are sacrificing themselves for us."

Upon hearing this, Luo Huan’s face immediately turned cold, but thinking of his comrades being held captive, he could only silently swallow his frustration.

"Hmph, I’ll deal with you later."

With that, Luo Huan lifted his silver spear and joined the fray. As battle-hardened comrades, the two of them cooperated seamlessly, leaving Li Feng momentarily unable to retaliate.

But that wasn’t the end.

"Count me in as well."

Yang Feixue climbed up from the ground, dusting off the dirt from his body, feeling utterly displeased at being underestimated.

He was the Blood Drinking Mad Blade, after all.

Then Yang Feixue also joined the battle. These three were all once Camp Masters in the White Tiger Guard, each at the pinnacle of the Golden Core Late Stage, experienced in countless battles, and coordinated seamlessly.

The only drawback was that the three had been trapped by the Enchanting Soul Array of the Peach Blossom Secret Realm for over two hundred years. Though the secret realm seemed rich in spiritual energy, the air was filled with Enchanting Fragrance. Once you cultivate and absorb too much of this energy, you would inadvertently fall under the control of the Peach Blossom Demoness.

To control this situation, they had no choice but to forgo absorbing spiritual energy for cultivation, relying solely on their own spiritual energy to hold on.

Typically, the lifespan of someone at the Golden Core Stage exceeds two hundred years, with those at the absolute peak able to live for several cycles of sixty years.

Now trapped in this place, the White Tiger Guard’s Golden Core Spiritual Power had almost reached the point of exhaustion, yet on the other hand, their physical bodies remained at peak condition due to the secret realm’s influence.

After all, the Peach Blossom Demoness belonged to the Wood Element, and this inner space naturally contained a large amount of vitality, and she wished to incorporate this group of White Tiger Guard as well, so she wouldn’t idly watch them wither away.

Unfortunately, each member of the White Tiger Guard was exceptionally stubborn, or they would have been subdued by her long ago.

Aside from this group, the Peach Blossom Demoness controlled many formidable puppets, but few of them reached the Demon King Level, given the alliance among the demon clans, maintaining a facade of unity.

Qingqiu had always been aloof from the world, making it incredibly difficult to obtain a Demon King Level puppet. After all, a Demon King is not like an ordinary demon, each occupying a respected position, and controlling one as a puppet could easily invite unnecessary animosity.

Those below the Demon General level didn’t matter as much, but the Peach Blossom Demoness hadn’t gathered too many of them, and at this moment did not bring them out, as Li Feng had slaughtered even batches of Demon Kings, unleashing those Demon Generals would just be sacrificing pawns.

Instead, it was this group of White Tiger Guard, after two hundred years yet to be subdued, who were now sent forth to battle Li Feng.

However, many years of stagnation in spiritual energy absorption had significantly diminished the Camp Masters’ strength; otherwise, the Blood Drinking Mad Blade Yang Feixue wouldn’t have been pushed back by Li Feng so easily, nor would Luo Huan’s spear fail to penetrate Li Feng’s Blood God Claw.

Li Feng wasn’t fighting at full strength either. Judging from the previous exchanges, the strength of these individuals was barely at the Golden Core Late Stage level. If Li Feng was to kill, it would be swift and without much wasted time.

However, seeing that these individuals weren’t entirely under the control of the Peach Blossom Demoness, Li Feng was reluctant to strike fatally.

But as the three coordinated their attack, Li Feng found it increasingly hard to hold back.

His Open Gate state wouldn’t last long, and time was limited. The three were clearly desperate to kill him, and while he didn’t want to deliver a death blow, if it came down to his life or theirs, Li Feng would naturally choose his own survival.

Having made up his mind, Li Feng decided not to continue the stalemate. His opponents had reasons to fight, and Li Feng had no desire to die.

Yet, just as Li Feng’s aura suddenly transformed, purple Phoenix Flame erupted from his body, forming a fiery armor, with waves of domineering energy rippling outwards.

Ximen Baizhan, engaged in close combat with Li Feng, was the first to sense the overwhelming aura.

"Phoenix Fire?"

"Vermilion Bird Bloodline?"

Ximen Baizhan, as an inheritor of the White Tiger Bloodline, how could he not recognize the bloodline of another Holy Beast, the Vermilion Bird? The Four Holy Beast families in Ancestor Dragon City had always been close, if not working entirely in unison, at least intimately allied.

In his moment of hesitation, Li Feng’s Blood God Claw slashed forward. Seeing Ximen Baizhan about to be pierced, Luo Huan’s silver spear appeared from under Ximen Baizhan’s arm, the spearhead colliding with the Blood God Claw, and with a vibration along the spear’s shaft, Ximen Baizhan was pushed aside, avoiding the claw.

"Distracted in battle, are you courting death?"

Luo Huan barked angrily.

"Vermilion Bird Bloodline."

"I can see that, but what of it, we have no choice."

Gritting his teeth, Luo Huan responded, observing Li Feng’s surging energy. The trio, battle-tested as they were, could sense that their opponent’s power had far exceeded their own. Were they at their peak, they naturally wouldn’t be intimidated.

But now, at less than half their peak strength, unless they absorbed the spiritual energy from this Peach Blossom Secret Realm to replenish their power deficit.

Yet, absorbing too much of this energy would risk succumbing to its pervasive charm, leading them to become puppet slaves of the Peach Blossom Demoness.

"It seems there’s no other option."

Yang Feixue suddenly spoke, taking a deep breath: "You must leave here alive."

"Yang Feixue, stop it."

Chuckling from afar, the Peach Blossom Demoness was delighted at the sight. Stubborn for over two hundred years, finally, one showed an inkling of understanding.

As Yang Feixue circulated his Golden Core, the spiritual energy and life force from the secret realm converged into a vortex, surging into him.

With the influx of energy, Yang Feixue’s dried-up Dantian was quickly revitalized, and simultaneously, his previous killing aura rapidly transformed into a demonically overwhelming presence, a flood of Blood Evil energy.

This was the Blood Evil Technique Yang Feixue cultivated, acquired by chance from the Demon Sect, a group that had split from Ancestor Dragon City, practitioners fallen into the Demon Path.

Originally, upon acquiring this technique, it should have been destroyed, but in the chaotic times and facing impending war, Yang Feixue had no choice but to cultivate the Blood Evil Technique to rapidly strengthen himself.

With Ancestor Dragon’s downfall imminent, no one paid attention to such minor details, allowing Yang Feixue not only to survive but to earn a fearsome reputation on the battlefield, with the name Blood Drinking Mad Blade striking terror among countless demons.

"Isn’t this how it should be?"

The Peach Blossom Demoness was delighted, observing Yang Feixue’s aura continuously rising, the Blood Evil materializing into a Blood Blade at his back, pondering if more surprises awaited with one already initiated.