"It's the Black Mist Five Precepts!"
"You survived self-detonation and having your head pierced by me before, and also possessed multiple arcane energy attributes... the two individuals now... are they all because of your ghoul tribe's sacred artifact, the Black Mist Five Precepts!"
Shen Potian quickly observed the two identical Wang Batian, both with a Black Mist Five Precepts on their chests. Combining with what Ye Feng had said before, he quickly understood.
"So what if you know? You'll all die soon!"
Having his trump card exposed, Wang Bantian showed no panic.
Because the situation was clear now: whoever between Ye Feng and Joseph won, that person would have everything...
"Grandpa, your hand!"
At this moment, Shen Yunyao's worried voice rang out.
After Shen Potian took the Wutong wood sword, the sword emitted red flames, scorching Shen Potian's arm black and even making a sizzling sound...
"I'm fine!"
The burning pain only made Shen Potian frown slightly. He warily stared at Wang Bantian while keeping an eye on the sky.
Above the sky,
"This guy... mental attack..."
"Xiao Xiao was incapacitated by Joseph's attack before?!"
Feeling his head growing heavier, Ye Feng was anxious.
Every time he clashed with Joseph, the opponent's strange power would penetrate his body, making him sluggish and his mind hazy...
"No, part of this grogginess seems to be coming from the Tang sword..."
As this thought flashed, Ye Feng's vision went black, and he lost consciousness.
At this moment, Joseph's face revealed a cold and triumphant smile. A shadow flashed, and the demon dagger in his hand instantly pierced Ye Feng's chest...
"Ch! Pff!"
In the air, Ye Feng's chest exploded with a burst of blood.
...
When Ye Feng regained consciousness, he found that the scene before him had completely changed. It was no longer the ruined Mech City Lord's mansion, but a farmhouse in autumn.
"Whoa, what's going on?"
Ye Feng muttered to himself, as this was not the first time he had seen this scene.
Not far away was golden rice. Under a giant ginkgo tree, a water buffalo was leisurely grazing, occasionally flicking its tail.
In the golden rice paddies, there seemed to be a figure busy at work, a figure that felt familiar to Ye Feng.
Without thinking, Ye Feng walked forward curiously.
"It's you!~"
Upon approaching, Ye Feng realized that the figure he saw was the old man in coarse cloth he had met before. He was now rolling up his sleeves, holding a sickle, and harvesting rice.
Hearing Ye Feng's voice, the old man in coarse cloth straightened up, turned his head to look at Ye Feng. Just like last time, the old man gave Ye Feng a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't see his face clearly. However, compared to last time, he felt closer...
The old man in coarse cloth did not speak. He pointed to the sickle in his hand.
"Sickle... you want me to harvest rice together?"
Ye Feng understood immediately. He then took two steps forward, took the sickle from the old man's hand, and began harvesting rice.
After harvesting just two handfuls of rice, the old man in coarse cloth stopped Ye Feng. He waved his hand at Ye Feng, took back the sickle, and continued harvesting.
As if to let Ye Feng see more clearly, the old man's movements were very slow, but Ye Feng found it very tiring to watch.
Although the old man's movements of harvesting rice were simple, they gave Ye Feng a profound feeling. He wanted to remember them, but couldn't recall them at all, and sweat began to break out on his forehead...
The old man in coarse cloth slowly harvested a small pile of rice and then handed the sickle back to Ye Feng.
Ye Feng excitedly took it and tried to harvest rice like the old man, but his sickle stopped as soon as he extended it, because he didn't know where to start...
"Moo!~"
Just as Ye Feng was getting anxious, the water buffalo that had been grazing under the ginkgo tree leisurely walked over and let out a cry at Ye Feng.
Ye Feng looked in the direction of the sound and found that the water buffalo had walked to his side at some point. It continued to walk and graze on the grass with leisurely movements.
What surprised Ye Feng was that the water buffalo was eating grass and walking with its eyes closed...
"Moo!~"
The water buffalo cried out to Ye Feng again, opened its eyes, then closed them, and continued to walk forward...
"This... you don't necessarily have to use your eyes to see?"
Seeing this, Ye Feng couldn't help but recall what Angel Leng Yue had told him before.
He glanced at the old man in coarse cloth who had already sat back under the ginkgo tree to rest, closed his eyes, and recalled the scene of the old man harvesting rice.
Strands of peculiar feelings flowed into Ye Feng's mind. Then, Ye Feng's right hand, holding the sickle, began to extend, trying to harvest rice like the old man...
"One strike... two strikes... one handful... two handfuls..."
It was awkward at first, but then he became familiar with it. At this point, Ye Feng also realized that his perception of this world seemed to have undergone some change.
This change was peculiar, and Ye Feng couldn't describe it for a moment. He seemed to have entered a special state, and the entire area... including the sun, moon, and stars... seemed to be within his grasp...
"Big brother!"
At this moment, Ye Feng heard Xiao Xiao's voice. The voice was faint, as if coming from a distance, filled with urgency and worry.
"Big brother!"
Xiao Xiao's voice grew louder and closer, finally sounding almost in Ye Feng's ear.
"Uh!~"
Unconsciously, Ye Feng slowly came back to his senses.
"Whoa... what the hell?"
His consciousness left the autumn farmhouse where the old man in coarse cloth was, and Ye Feng exclaimed in surprise because a demon dagger was still stuck in his chest. "Did that guy Joseph stab me when I lost consciousness just now?"
"Big brother, are you okay?"
"Ye Feng!"
"Ye Feng, how are you?"
At this moment, Xiao Xiao, Shen Potian, and Shen Yunyao's voices rang out almost simultaneously.
Ye Feng turned his head and saw that there were actually two Wang Batian in the air. Xiao Xiao, dressed in angel armor, and Shen Yunyao, with wind wings on her back, were fighting one of them, while Shen Potian was fighting the other.
Shen Yunyao, Xiao Xiao, and Shen Potian were all injured to varying degrees, with Shen Potian being the most severely wounded!
Not only was he burned by the red flames from forcefully using the Wutong wood sword, but he also took a blow from Wang Bantian while worrying about Ye Feng, forcing himself to get close to Ye Feng...
"Boom! Clang! Sizzle!"
"Bang! Whoosh! Rumble!"
Lights flashed, and there were huge collisions. Joseph launched a series of harassments, and then Shen Potian, Xiao Xiao, and Shen Yunyao were pushed back a considerable distance by Wang Bantian's attacks.
"Hmph, kid, you're still spacing out in this situation!"
"Hellfire!"
Joseph's cold voice fell. He formed a seal with his hand, and the demon dagger stuck in Ye Feng's chest suddenly burst with black runes.
Instantly, the space around Ye Feng distorted, and a red magic circle appeared below. A strange bloody flame rapidly rose from the circle, quickly engulfing Ye Feng. It was none other than Hellfire.
"It's over!"
Saying that, Joseph formed another seal with his hand, and the Hellfire immediately intensified, surging towards Ye Feng.
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