Battle Through the Heavens: I Am Han Feng, Respect the Teacher and Value the Dao

The Lion Nether Sect elder looked fearfully at Han Feng, who stood high in the sky.

Of course, he knew that this man was Han Feng, the Overlord of the Black Corner Region known as the White Asura.

"You bastard, you really called in reinforcements!"

The Lion Nether Sect elder glared furiously at his opponent, Hai Bodong.

Hai Bodong's lips curled slightly.

"Now, it's too late even if you want to run."

Hai Bodong knew Han Feng's strength very well. Since Han Feng had arrived, there was no longer any need to worry about the battle.

Still, wasting the token on something like this truly pained him.

The Lion Nether Sect elder understood that this battle could not continue, so he decisively began looking for an opportunity to retreat.

However, the strategic commanders of the Jia Ma Empire were no pushovers either. Seeing the situation turn around, they immediately directed the army to encircle and block the enemy, holding back the Lion Nether Sect forces to prevent their escape.

As the situation grew increasingly dire, the Lion Nether Sect elder threw back his head and roared, "Why haven't you attacked yet?!"

Whoosh!

The next instant, a rift suddenly tore open in the sky, and a large number of Hall of Souls Protectors appeared all around.

The moment they appeared, they tightly surrounded Han Feng. Then, chains spread out from their bodies and formed a powerful formation—the Senluo Nether Formation.

Han Feng watched it all with an indifferent gaze.

This appeared to be a trap aimed specifically at him. The Hall of Souls had put no little effort into this arrangement.

This formation was no longer intended for ordinary Dou Zun-level opponents.

"Screech—"

A figure slowly emerged from the rift, his footsteps accompanied by the piercing sound of sharp blades scraping.