Chen Feng couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what.
The Woma Cult Master was now tied down by Holy War and the Divine Beast. Any damage he dealt to them was quickly healed by the Celestial Master's group Healing Technique.
But the recovery and powerful defense he'd once prided himself on were completely useless against the Celestial Master's poison.
The Celestial Master looked just as pained. These two poisons were his most powerful, and their ingredients were extremely difficult to obtain. He was also somewhat puzzled.
Holy War had the sharpest instincts. When the Woma Cult Master first appeared, he hadn't charged forward. Instead, he'd told everyone to run, which meant he'd sensed the threat of death.
Yet the current situation made victory seem inevitable. The Magic God was especially gifted, with an abundant reserve of Mana from birth. This little expenditure was nothing to him. No matter how powerful the Woma Cult Master's life force was, they could wear him down to death.
Blazing Fire Sword Skill, the Divine Beast's flames, Lightning Technique, Ice Roar, and the occasional Soul Fire Talisman—the Woma Cult Master had never been so miserably cornered.
His attacks couldn't inflict fatal wounds on Holy War and the Divine Beast, and he couldn't get past them to attack the Magic God and the Celestial Master, either.
Their teamwork was simply too good. Holy War always blocked the Woma Cult Master just as he was about to take a step, leaving him utterly frustrated.
The Magic God's Lightning Technique and Ice Roar also caused paralysis and slowed him down, making it incredibly difficult for the Woma Cult Master to move.
As the attacks came faster and faster, the Woma Cult Master felt his body on the verge of falling apart. Once it did, he would have no choice but to fall dormant again. Who knew how many years it would take for more than ten thousand lives to be sacrificed and awaken him once more?
And if he was killed, his soul would be damaged. He couldn't accept that.
The Woma Cult Master hadn't planned to use too much of his power. His body hadn't fully adapted to it yet, and if he used too much, it would still fall apart.
If that was the case, then he would tear these people who stood in his way to pieces and vent his fury.
Besides, he still had enough time to separate his soul from his body and avoid damaging his soul.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" The Woma Cult Master stopped defending against the attacks and threw his head back with a roar. A terrifying force suddenly surged from within him.
Bang! Holy War and the Divine Beast were thrown back. The Woma Cult Master's injuries had completely healed, and faint sparks of lightning now coursed over his skin, making him look even more powerful.
That was it! Seeing the sparks of lightning flicker over the Woma Cult Master's skin reminded Chen Feng that in the game, the Woma Cult Master's hands always crackled with lightning when he attacked. But this Woma Cult Master had used nothing but ordinary attacks until now, so he hadn't looked quite like Chen Feng remembered.
The Woma Cult Master stretched his back, then appeared behind the Magic God in an instant. His lightning-clad claws struck for the Magic God's back again.
The battle-hardened Magic God had cast a Magic Shield the moment the Woma Cult Master moved. But against the Woma Cult Master's full-strength attack, the shield shattered like an eggshell, and the massive lightning-clad claw slammed into him.
The Magic God's slender body was sent flying. Holy War rushed over and caught him, preventing him from crashing into the wall.
After doing all that, the Woma Cult Master stared at the Magic God in confusion, then looked down at his own claws.
Only then did Chen Feng notice that the Magic God hadn't been hurt at all. After jumping out of Holy War's arms, he immediately looked at the fingers of one hand in distress.
Just then, Chen Feng noticed a ring on the Magic God's finger. A blue gemstone was held in place by two strips of silvery metal, but the gem was now cracked.
The Protective Ring was one of the special rings in Legend of Mir, a mage's divine artifact. Of course Chen Feng recognized it.
The ring's special effect had clearly let the Magic God use Mana in place of his life force to withstand the attack. But it seemed that the Protective Ring in reality also had a durability limit.
At this rate, the Magic God wouldn't be able to take many more of the Woma Cult Master's attacks before the Protective Ring shattered.
The Woma Cult Master didn't know this. He was confused that his attack had failed, but it didn't matter. These people were all going to die anyway; it was only a question of sooner or later.
With that thought, the Woma Cult Master attacked again. He rushed toward the Celestial Master so quickly that afterimages trailed behind him.
The Celestial Master didn't panic at the Woma Cult Master's attack. He simply retreated a little and formed a hand seal. The Divine Beast, still some distance away, suddenly appeared in front of him and blocked the Woma Cult Master's attack.
The Woma Cult Master's claw punched straight through the Divine Beast's body. The beast opened its jaws in agony, but this time it didn't breathe fire. Instead, it bit down hard on the Woma Cult Master.
Then its forelegs, usually seeming short when it stood upright, wrapped around the Woma Cult Master as well.
The Woma Cult Master tried to pull his arm free, only to find he couldn't get it out.
The Divine Beast, which had always fought using flames, now revealed its immense strength and managed to hold the Woma Cult Master in place.
"Holy War!" the Celestial Master shouted. He anxiously healed the Divine Beast's injuries. In all the years since their pact, the beast had never been hurt this badly.
"Hold on! Just a little longer!" Holy War knew how dangerous the situation was. The Divine Beast couldn't hold out much longer.
Holy War planted his Judgment Sword in front of him and shut his eyes. Wisps of golden light began to rise from his body.
"Roar!" The Woma Cult Master suddenly sensed a deadly threat. The evil energy inside him erupted, widening the wound his arm had torn in the Divine Beast.
The Divine Beast let out a cry of agony, released its bite, and vanished in an instant.
Elsewhere, blood suddenly poured from the Celestial Master's seven orifices, and he collapsed with a crash. To forcibly send the Divine Beast back through the Peach Blossom Gate, he had overdrawn his mental strength instead of using a magic formation.
With the Divine Beast no longer holding him back, the Woma Cult Master rushed toward Holy War. The threat emanating from Holy War grew stronger by the moment.
In an instant, the Magic God Teleported in front of the Woma Cult Master and stood resolutely in his way.
But against the Woma Cult Master at full power, the Magic God was helpless. A casual strike sent him flying.
At this point, Chen Feng knew he had to act, even if he could only hold the Woma Cult Master back for one second.
Otherwise, they were all dead.
Chen Feng charged at the Woma Cult Master, Saber in hand. But before he could get close, while his weapon was still raised above his head, a tail covered in bone spikes pierced his abdomen.
The Woma Cult Master didn't even look back as he continued toward Holy War. Then he suddenly felt someone grab his tail.
Chen Feng endured the pain and swallowed a Greater Strength Potion. His strength increased tenfold in an instant, and he clamped onto the Woma Cult Master's tail, stopping him from moving forward.
But it was no use. To the Woma Cult Master, a thousand points of strength was barely an obstacle. What stopped him was the energy flowing uncontrollably into Chen Feng's body.
When Chen Feng grabbed the Woma Cult Master's tail, he had instinctively used the Northern Darkness Divine Skill.
The Northern Darkness Divine Skill should have had no effect at all. But because the Woma Cult Master had lost control of his energy when he burst free of the Divine Beast, the skill began slowly absorbing it into Chen Feng's body.
The superior evil energy immediately corrupted Chen Feng's Northern Dark Internal Energy as soon as it entered his body.
In an instant, the Northern Dark Internal Energy inside Chen Feng transformed into a different kind of evil energy. Yet it retained the Northern Darkness Divine Skill's ability to absorb, and began drawing the uncontrolled energy from the Woma Cult Master into Chen Feng at an accelerating rate.
As the evil energy flooded him, Chen Feng's body began to change. Dense scales appeared across his skin, several bone spikes grew from his spine, and two curved horns sprouted from his head.
As his body mutated, Chen Feng grew stronger and stronger. He suddenly dragged the Woma Cult Master over to him, grabbed one of his horns with one hand, and gripped his arm tightly with the other. He shouted toward Holy War.
"Quick, Master! I'm losing my mind!"
But what came from Chen Feng's mouth was nothing but a meaningless roar.
Holy War seemed to understand Chen Feng's roar, but hesitated.
"Holy War!" the Magic God shouted from the side.
"Xiaoyao, this is the last move your master will teach you—Sun Chasing Sword Technique!"
Golden light filled Chen Feng's entire field of vision. It was the last thing he saw before losing consciousness.
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