One Man Against an Army

Between the sea and the sky, a fierce wind howled.

Lead-gray clouds hung low.

Lin Feng and the Angel Demon God Baimeng stood facing each other, the air filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Both of them possessed spiritual power exceeding 300,000 points, and the sheer pressure emanating from them was enough to make some of the weaker Demon Race around them tremble.

Facing the mysterious man whose spiritual power was lower than his own, the Angel Demon God Baimeng remained completely calm.

After the Ninth Rank, each higher rank grants an additional 100,000 points of spiritual power.

There is no difference between the Ninth Rank and the previous rank, and the rank above it.

Upon seeing Lin Feng before him, the Angel Demon God Baimeng spoke with disdain.

"Agares is really arrogant. Does he think that having a Ninth Rank, third-level trash like him can protect the Moon Demon Palace?"

Amidst the crashing waves, the voice of the Angel Demon God Baimeng echoed through the sky.

At the same time, a gray halo appeared on his body.

As the most loyal warrior under the Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu, Baimon's strength is naturally not low.

The powerful cultivator who excels in both magic and martial arts ranks ninth among the Demon God Pillar.

It was at the very moment the halo around him lit up.

With a bang.

All they heard was a loud bang!

Suddenly, a halo of light spread out from where Baimon had been standing, and he himself appeared in front of Lin Feng without anyone noticing.

The silk thread in his hand taut, piercing towards Lin Feng's vital point like a sharp sword.

The way it's waved gives the feeling that even the air itself is being sliced apart.

But Baimon thought that his sudden attack meant that the person in front of him would definitely not be able to dodge it.

Lin Feng dodged with a very strange movement, simply turning to the side.

Baimon was somewhat surprised, as he was well aware of the speed he had just unleashed.

Let alone a Ninth Rank- tier expert, even a Ninth Rank- tier expert would have a hard time dodging it unless they were skilled in speed.

But this person's spiritual power was clearly only at the Ninth Rank, third grade, yet they dodged it...

The Angel Demon God Baimeng subconsciously assumed that the person in front of him was a speed-type powerhouse.

Just as Baimon was thinking this,

Before he could react, intense heat rushed towards him, along with a crimson giant sword.

Faced with this sudden attack, Baimon relied on his rich combat experience to immediately deploy a large number of Angel's Thread to block it.

The moment his greatsword struck the Angel's Thread, he used the force to quickly retreat.

But just as he adjusted his stance and launched another counterattack.

Lin Feng, wielding a crimson two-handed greatsword, appeared before him with terrifying steps, like a ghost.

With a heavy slash, Baimon was sent hurtling towards the sea like a cannonball.

Just like a meteorite falling into the deep sea, it evokes images of massive ocean waves!

In just two rounds, Baimon suffered such a devastating blow.

Even Lust Demon God Sidi of Love, who was watching from the sidelines, and a group of Demon Race, all widened their eyes in surprise.

This is the Ninth Pillar Angel Demon God Baimeng, yet he has no ability to fight back against this person.

Lin Feng tossed the greatsword in his hand, "Burning Sun Thousand Suns," which was the signature weapon of the Fire God Marweka.

He couldn't help but comment, "This greatsword is actually easier to use than I expected. I've been worried these past few days about not having anyone let me try out this new weapon, so your arrival is quite timely."

Just as Lin Feng finished speaking, Lin Feng suddenly swung his arm.

Suddenly, the burgeoning Fire Element, like a blazing sun, transformed into a scorching fiery blade that flew out from the Burning Sun Thousand Suns Greatsword.

It crashed into the Demon Race Army.

Immediately, a cacophony of wails and cries erupted, and the Demon Race suffered heavy casualties.

A casual strike from Ninth Rank Expert is something that ordinary demons cannot withstand.

A single, casual strike is enough to cause widespread damage.

If it strikes with all its might, it can easily split mountains and shatter rocks.

However, just as Lin Feng was about to unleash his second sword strike, the seawater below suddenly churned up as if it were boiling.

The next moment, under everyone's watchful eyes, the disheveled Angel Demon God Emperor burst out of the sea.

Even though he had just emerged from the water, blood was still flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Clearly, Lin Feng's sword strike had likely injured the internal organs of the Angel Demon God Baimeng as well.

However, the pain seemed to have completely enraged Baimon.

Baimon, who originally looked rather refined with his monoriminated glasses, now glared at Lin Feng with a ferocious expression, like an enraged mad dog.

He roared, "All of you, get him! Tear him apart!"

Baimon wasn't stupid. He knew he would have no chance in a one-on-one fight, as Lin Feng's strength and speed far exceeded his expectations.

This is clearly not something an ordinary Ninth Rank, third-grade powerhouse should possess.

As soon as he finished speaking, the three Ninth Rank Heaven Defying Demon Dragon that had been lurking in the clouds roared and charged towards Lin Feng's direction, their bodies covered in black mist.

Their bodies are enormous, with the smallest being 100 meters long.

Three jet-black, Heaven Defying Demon Dragon surged through the clouds, then lunged at Lin Feng with terrifying aura.

At the same time, the Demon Race below roared as if they wanted to tear the person in front of them to pieces.

In an instant, the aura emanating from the Demon Race shrouded the entire sky in darkness.

Hearing the deep roar from above, Baimon suddenly felt emboldened and looked at Lin Feng arrogantly, saying, "I'd like to see how you leave here alive today."

Lin Feng was only one person, and facing so many Demon Race, his spiritual power would eventually run out.

"You know nothing about power." Facing the siege of so many Demon Race, Lin Feng's eyes were full of disdain.

If he hadn't wanted to test his current strength, he wouldn't have even needed to lift a finger; these Demon Race wouldn't even be enough to fill the teeth of Azhdaha and his ilk.

The moment Lin Feng Lin Feng speaking, his greatsword Burning Sun Thousand Suns, vanished. The next moment, accompanied by a violent roar, a crimson Chariot Cycle sped out from beside Lin Feng Lin Feng and stopped to his right.

Lin Feng gripped the handlebars of the Chariot Cycle with both hands, as his spiritual energy was converted into Fuel Element.

With a tremendous roar, two pairs of wings suddenly unfolded from the rear of the Chariot Cycle.

The scorching Orange-Cyan Flame instantly covered the entire vehicle body, like the sun in the night, extinguishing the surrounding darkness.

As Lin Feng turned the handle, Lin Feng sped through the Demon Race Army like a shooting star, leaving a trail of orange and blue flames.

Even those three Heaven Defying Demon Dragon, each possessing Ninth Rank strength and hundreds of meters long, were merely the pedals of Lin Feng Chariot Cycle. The Chariot Cycle, propelled by the Fuel Element, possessed a terrifying speed that these ordinary Ninth Rank could not even imagine.