"Your current combat strength is indeed tricky, but power that doesn't belong to you ultimately won't be yours!"
"This body, occupied by your spirit, cannot withstand the power of the Netherworld Divine Tablet. It's only a matter of time before it crumbles!"
Zhao Gongzi tugged at the rune-flashing iron chain and spoke to Su Jianying.
After speaking, he pointed to his own cheek meaningfully.
"Hmm?"
Seeing this, Ye Feng looked at Su Jianying's cheek with curiosity and was immediately surprised.
Su Jianying's cheeks were covered in cracks, like a broken earthen pot, and powder was continuously falling off...
Su Jianying also seemed to notice something. He grabbed his face abruptly, and a pile of ash immediately appeared in his hand.
"Hmph, I was just playing with you a moment ago. Did you think that was the full power of the Netherworld Divine Tablet?"
Su Jianying snorted coldly, made a gesture, and the red light on his body transformed into a blood-red hand that grabbed the head of a member of Ocean Paradise nearby.
The next second, Su Jianying's eyes turned cold. The blood-red hand gripping the Ocean Paradise member's scalp flared with red light.
Within a few breaths, the flesh and blood of the Ocean Paradise member were instantly absorbed, entering Su Jianying's body through the red light.
Almost simultaneously, Su Jianying's cracked, powdery, and falling-off cheeks recovered as if new...
"Damn... what a sinister thing!"
Ye Feng was astonished by what he witnessed.
"Yue Feixue, Zhao Gongzi, before you die, let me show you the power of a god!"
"Hah!"
Su Jianying roared, and with his right hand, he tore open his chest. Blood gushed out, but it didn't spray wildly. Instead, it remained within the red light swirling around Su Jianying.
Then, Su Jianying formed a seal with his hand. The blood gushing from his chest transformed into strange runes, merging with the black mist that coursed through his body, infusing the mist with an eerie red glow.
"Zheng~!"
The next moment, a ripple suddenly spread through the air.
Immediately after, a six-pointed star shape of red light flashed on the ground beneath Su Jianying's feet. It was the same blood sacrifice formation Ye Feng had seen inside the mountain.
Su Jianying was now standing in the center of the six-pointed blood sacrifice formation, next to the incomparably dark Netherworld Divine Tablet, shrouded in black mist and also covered with various runes.
"The world only knows that the Netherworld Divine Tablet possesses divine power and can summon Yin soldiers, but they don't know that the divine power comes from the Netherworld script on this monument!"
"These Netherworld scripts were personally carved by Hades, the King of the Underworld, and that's why they possess divine power!"
"Come, divine power!"
As he reached the end, Su Jianying's eyes were filled with fervor. He formed another seal with his hand.
Instantly, the eerie runes on the Netherworld Divine Tablet seemed to be drawn by some force, detaching themselves from the stone tablet and flying towards Su Jianying, finally merging with the black mist that shimmered with an eerie red light.
"Boom!"
The moment they fused, a tremendous pressure erupted from Su Jianying's body. The ground beneath his feet instantly caved in, and small stones were pulverized.
"This pressure!"
Ye Feng's expression changed drastically, because this was the same power he had felt inside the mountain when he was vomited blood and sent flying.
"You're back!~"
At this moment, the white-clothed woman Yue Feixue, who had been standing motionlessly, finally spoke.
As she spoke, she glanced towards a spot a considerable distance behind Su Jianying, where Ye Feng was hiding, and then gently waved her hand.
"Damn it, what's going on?"
"??????"
Hearing Yue Feixue's words, Ye Feng was so frustrated he almost spat blood, his forehead covered in question marks.
He had crouched down, crept stealthily, and barely dared to breathe as he moved behind Su Jianying, precisely to avoid being discovered by Su Jianying so he could find an opportunity to strike and help Yue Feixue.
Yet, Yue Feixue had just revealed his location with a single sentence, and at a time when Su Jianying had become much stronger by using some secret technique...
Yue Feixue even waved at him, as if to say hello?
Was this the time to be greeting people?
"Kid, it's you!"
As expected, hearing Yue Feixue's words and seeing her gesture, Su Jianying turned around and saw Ye Feng, who had an awkward and frustrated expression on his face.
"Kid, I remember now!"
"According to those idiots from the Skull Society, you're the one who infiltrated the Skull Society's secret chamber to steal information and then threw the Dark Magic Box containing my spirit into a cesspool!"
While Ye Feng was in a daze and his body was tense, Su Jianying's voice, filled with bone-chilling hatred, reached his ears.
After speaking, without waiting for Ye Feng to respond, Su Jianying began to walk towards him.
Su Jianying did not walk fast, he even walked rather slowly, but with every step he took, the ground seemed to bear immense pressure, and the ground caved in, with small stones turning into dust and scattering in the wind...
Moreover, upon closer inspection, Su Jianying wasn't stepping on the ground, but rather in mid-air...
As Su Jianying approached, the pressure on Ye Feng's body grew heavier and heavier, causing large beads of sweat to form on his forehead...
Inevitably, Ye Feng looked at Yue Feixue with a pleading gaze, but she remained in her original position, showing no reaction.
Zhao Gongzi glanced at Yue Feixue, frowned slightly, and also showed no intention of intervening...
"Uh... that... you seem to have misunderstood... your enemies seem to be those two. I'm just a passerby... I'll be leaving soon..."
Seeing that neither Yue Feixue nor Zhao Gongzi intended to help, and with Su Jianying walking towards him with hatred in his eyes, Ye Feng could only brace himself and explain.
"You dare to throw the Shadow Magic Box into... and cause me such humiliation! If I don't tear you to shreds, I can't quell my hatred!"
Su Jianying gritted his teeth, speaking each word with immense effort.
"Fine!"
"Die, then! Relying on others is not as good as relying on oneself!"
Su Jianying's relentless approach and the disregard of Yue Feixue and Zhao Gongzi made Ye Feng harden his resolve.
He calmed himself down, and the panic and fear he had felt earlier subsided considerably.
Immediately, Ye Feng's eyes sharpened, and he gripped the Tang dao in his hand, his mind concentrating to an unprecedented degree. He channeled all of his primordial arcane energy towards the Tang dao.
The entire Tang dao, from its blade to its hilt, surged with Ye Feng's white arcane energy...
"Hmph! The struggles of an ant!"
Seeing this, Su Jianying sneered and continued to walk slowly towards Ye Feng.
As Su Jianying drew closer, the invisible pressure Ye Feng felt grew stronger, causing his bones to creak...
Just as Ye Feng poured the last wisp of his primordial arcane energy into the Tang dao, his mind suddenly cleared, and the oppressive weight on his body instantly vanished.
Ye Feng's vision shifted abruptly. Su Jianying and the others had disappeared, replaced by a rural scene in autumn.
In the distance, golden rice paddies stretched out. Under a giant ginkgo tree, an old man in plain clothes was holding a wooden stick and drawing a diagonal line across the sky...
Strangely, seeing this, Ye Feng involuntarily raised his hand and imitated the movement, drawing a line...