Yate’s vision instantly went black; completely unguarded, a sharp claw struck directly at his~:mouth!

Bang!

A massive chunk of flesh was instantly ripped away. Chen Feng seized the advantage, not pausing for a moment, unleashing another Xiefeng!

Mayaat was violently flung to the other side of his body, another large piece of flesh torn away in the process. Chen Feng’s foot flashed—another Ghost Step—immediately followed by yet another Xiefeng!

Ghost Step + Xiefeng, an infinite combo (For those unfamiliar, search for ‘Iori Yagami Ghost Step infinite combo’ on video sites to see it).

While executing the endless chain, Chen Feng deliberately kept his opponent confined within his domain, ensuring the battle’s energy wouldn't leak out and alert any nearby foes.

Flesh and blood flew; the Nether Saint expert, Mayaat, didn't even manage to return a single strike before Chen Feng killed him—he likely never even knew how he died.

Chen Feng wiped the blood from his hands and let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Killing this Mayaat looked easy, but it was far from it. The opponent was, after all, a Nether Saint expert. Furthermore, this was the first time Chen Feng had successfully combined Ghost Step and Xiefeng; his execution was clumsy. To make matters worse, he was deep inside the enemy’s main camp. One wrong move could have sent him into eternal damnation; the tension in his heart was imaginable.

“That was quick!” A cold voice cut in from Chen Feng’s side.

Chen Feng jumped, startled. He had just been absorbed in his reflections and hadn't even noticed someone had materialized right beside him.

He turned his head to see a person clad in an utterly black, long robe. An aura of profound coldness emanated from him, making him feel like a reanimated corpse.

“The Second Divine Emissary?” Seeing the figure’s appearance, Chen Feng instantly recognized his identity.

“Still quite responsive!” The Second Divine Emissary’s tone was rigid, like the clash of metal and stone. His eyes fixed on Chen Feng as if looking at a dead man: “It seems what my god seeks is indeed with you. I won’t waste any more effort tracking you down. Come with me!”

“Go?” Chen Feng felt the sheer power radiating from the newcomer. Even without utilizing divine power, this man's strength was undoubtedly equal to that of the Grand Elder. The Eighth Divine Emissary he had shot down was far inferior to this one.

“Flee!” Chen Feng’s mind screamed only this single thought. His own power reached the peak of the Ninth Level Dou Zun, and thanks to his domain, he could fell a Nether Saint expert. But he knew his limits: he could ambush and kill an ordinary Nether Saint, but facing this opponent, they were simply not on the same level.

Whoosh! A Mind Teleportation spell unfolded, and in the blink of an eye, he darted back into the small woods.

“Trying to run?” The Second Divine Emissary sneered. He stretched out a hand, and a beam of black light shot out, aimed directly into the dense woods. This light behaved like a tracking missile; Chen Feng felt a sudden tightening sensation, a feeling of being bound, and his heart lurched in alarm. He quickly threw out the signal flare he held.

This signal had been pre-arranged: regardless of whether Chen Feng succeeded or failed, once the signal was released, the ambush archer camp lying in wait would unleash every Thunderbolt Arrow in their quivers in the shortest possible time.

Simultaneously, the scouts hidden in the darkness would begin shouting things like, “The Second Divine Emissary is dead!” and “General Mayaat is dead!”—intended to sow chaos within the army.

This tactic was essentially a localized version of the “Wind Sounds and Crane Cries” stratagem.

“Chief!”

Several anxious shouts rang out—these were the Nether Saint masters who had come to meet Chen Feng. They materialized instantly before him and launched simultaneous punches toward the Second Divine Emissary soaring overhead.

This was a combined strike: twenty-four people punching as one, concentrating all their power into a single point to unleash a mightier force.

As expected, when their fists struck, a massive spatial rift immediately appeared before them, dark and menacing like a roaring demon, hurtling toward the Second Divine Emissary.

“Tricks!” The Second Divine Emissary gave a cold snort and pushed his right hand forward. A shaft of black light instantly met the spatial rift head-on.

Boom!

A violent explosion erupted. All twenty-four figures were thrown backward. Blood immediately trickled from the corners of their mouths, yet the Second Divine Emissary’s expression remained unchanged, showing no reaction whatsoever.

“Chief, run!” someone suddenly yelled. Knowing they stood no chance against the Second Divine Emissary, this individual lunged forward ferociously.

The Second Divine Emissary smiled faintly, raised the index finger of his right hand, and instantly conjured something resembling a black sword in the air. With a gentle flick forward, the charging Nether Saint was sliced neatly in half, like tofu, blood erupting in a torrential spray.

“Datou…” The others roared in unison. It was clear that the one called Datou shared a deep bond with them.

The remaining twenty-three charged at him like maddened beasts.

The Second Divine Emissary didn't spare them a second thought. He flicked his index finger again, and a halo instantly manifested before him. The halo rippled outward like a wave, and every Nether Saint expert it touched was instantly severed in two!

Chen Feng watched all those who had come to his aid perish. His eyes blazed with fury; his boundless Slaughter Domain instantly unfolded, enveloping the opponent.

But to his surprise, even though the Second Divine Emissary was within his domain, a separate, independent space seemed to have formed around the enemy, rendering Chen Feng’s attacks useless.

This state was like a drop of oil in cold water—even when submerged, the oil remained distinctly separate from the water.

Chen Feng’s rage boiled over, and he cast aside all caution. His body slowly lifted off the ground. In mid-air, he assumed an anatomical posture, suddenly raising his hands above his head!

Vvvvmmmm~~

The air vibrated with a resonant sound as a beam of pure white light erupted from where his hands converged. Everywhere the light touched instantly vaporized into dust, melting away into the void.

“Hmph!” The Second Divine Emissary scoffed, tracing a semi-circle in the air with one hand. A sphere of light, black as ink, immediately formed around him. From a distance, he looked like a colossal black egg floating within Chen Feng’s crimson domain.

Crack... crack...

Under the assault of Chen Feng’s Pseudo-Sunlight Illumination, his domain shattered into countless fragments. However, the spherical barrier protecting the Second Divine Emissary proved surprisingly resilient; it only developed a few cracks but did not break.

Pfft! Chen Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, his mind swimming with dizziness. Pseudo-Sunlight Illumination was no different from self-mutilation—damaging the enemy by a thousand while wounding oneself by eight hundred. Realizing his strongest attack had failed to harm his opponent, he immediately understood the gap in their power.

He pulled a pill from his water canteen, swallowed it, his face darkening. Ignoring the chaotic domain energy swirling within him, he activated Mind Teleportation and vanished instantly from the spot.

Boom! The black sphere exploded into fragments. The Second Divine Emissary’s previous calm was replaced by a venomous grimace: “You little brat! You actually forced me to expend a third of my divine power! I will kill you!”

With that, he flickered in place and followed Chen Feng in the direction he had fled.

………………………………………………………………

“This place seems to have experienced a battle!” Bishop Dima suddenly remarked, looking out over the clearing ahead.

The area lay between two peaks, and the ground was a mess of devastation. The trees and weeds emitted a scorched, acrid smell, and partially unburnt corpses littered the ground, occasionally emitting a foul stench.

“Nonsense, even a blind man can see that!” Little Hu showed Bishop Dima no courtesy.

Bishop Dima realized he had stated the obvious and quickly forced a smile: “Actually, I did see it. Those dead are the Nether Saint contingent belonging to the Seventh and Eighth Divine Emissaries of the ‘heretics’—the ones who were besieging Kega City half a month ago. There should have been twenty thousand Nether Saint experts!”

“Twenty thousand Nether Saint experts?” Not only Little Hu was startled; Ling Feng also couldn't help but look over.

Ling Feng had explained to Little Hu earlier that a Nether Saint here was equivalent to a Dou Saint or a Saint-level Magus, so Little Hu had a rough measure. To have two thousand Saint-level experts all perish in one location qualified as a massive engagement.

What kind of power could kill twenty thousand Nether Saints in a single blow? Did it require thirty thousand Nether Saints?

Bishop Dima stood still, slightly closing his eyes, meditating to commune with the surrounding environment. A look of bewilderment slowly crept onto his face.

“What is it?” Little Hu asked.

“As Cardinals of the Church, we are all bestowed a special power by the Pope—a power that can supervise living beings!” Bishop Dima began.

“Supervise living beings?” Little Hu asked, confused. “What does that mean? Stop talking nonsense and tell me what’s strange about these twenty thousand Nether Saints!”

Bishop Dima quickly adopted an obsequious expression: “I was just getting to that. Supervising living beings means sending the souls of the deceased to our God! Because I can supervise the departed, I can also distinguish the numbers of the entities involved... I just used this method to investigate. This place saw the death of 20,000 Nether Saint experts, but the opposing side in the fight only lost 7,000~ Gold Armored Warriors!”

Little Hu, confused by the roundabout explanation, raised his small fists and blinked his large eyes: “Say it clearly—what twenty thousand, what seven thousand?”

Bishop Dima hurried to clarify: “What puzzled me was the unfair nature of the opposing forces. It seems one side killed twenty thousand Nether Saints while only losing 7,000~ Gold Armored Warrior experts!”

“What…”

Hearing this, everyone was stunned. This news was genuinely earth-shattering.

The power gap between a Nether Saint and a Gold Armored Warrior was even greater than that between a Dou Saint and a Dou Zun. After all, Gold Armored Warriors couldn't fly; aside from dense muscles and brute strength, they were useless. For this battle not only to be a victory of the few over the many, but with such an extreme ratio—it was hard to believe.

It was like hearing that seven children, none older than twelve, had single-handedly killed twenty adult special agents. Anyone hearing such news would be overwhelmed with astonishment.

“Wow, you mean there was a terrifyingly strong leader among these people, and this leader guided them to such a victory?” Little Hu finally understood after Bishop Dima’s lengthy explanation, his face filled with awe: “This person is simply too amazing! Better than me... oh, I mean, better than my boss!”

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