"Just wait obediently for death. I'll watch with my own eyes as my Eight Directions Demons tear you apart bit by bit."
Seeing Ye Lin's current state, Wang Feng burst into constant laughter.
"Rumor has it that the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art can absorb any energy in the world. These Eight Directions Demons have no physical bodies, so they should count as a form of energy too. I'll give it a try and gamble on this. If I win, everything will be fine. If I lose, I'll think of another way."
Having made up his mind, Ye Lin put away the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword. Rather than advancing, his entire body retreated, charging continuously toward the demon horde before him.
"Hm? What is he trying to do? Is he courting death?"
"Is he planning to stake everything on one desperate fight? The second form of the Eight Directions Well is already beyond what ordinary prodigies can withstand, let alone the even more powerful Ninth Well Wang Feng has summoned now. This man looks utterly without hope."
"The demon that crawled out of that Ninth Well is so strong—even a Heavenly Lord at the peak of the Tribulation Transcendence stage probably wouldn't be its match, right?"
"This time, Wang Feng has truly soared into the sky in a single bound. The next time we see him, it seems we'll have to call him Senior Brother Wang Feng."
Several third-echelon prodigies stood in the distance, discussing ceaselessly, their eyes filled with gloom. Wang Feng, having unlocked the Ninth Well, was no longer someone they could contend against.
It seemed that when they saw Wang Feng in the future, they would have to address him as Senior Brother Wang Feng.
The more they thought about it, the more jealous they became. Just what kind of