The Bitter Sea Has No Shore

Liu Feng's Demonic Dao Body stared at the shattered divine golden body before him, unable to sense even a trace of the spirituality once belonging to the Deathslayer God.

The Ten Thousand Souls of the Deathslayer God who had guided him back then had long since ceased to exist. What remained was merely the incarnation of Duan Qingliang, emperor of the Grand Subtle Divine Dynasty.

As the golden body shattered, every fragment of it suddenly ignited, transforming into surging divine power.

Drawn by that divine power, one hundred thousand blood-colored blades and weapons swept toward Liu Feng from all directions. At the same time, the Evil Specter's palm reassembled and grabbed at him from behind.

Seizing this opening, the collapsing portion of the divine kingdom closed up and vanished.

A layer of viscous demonic blood spread over Liu Feng's body, and void vortices emerged within the blood.

Using the Destruction bloodline divine ability through ancient demon blood, together with a spatial Dao art, he blocked the incoming hundred thousand weapons.

As for the Evil Specter's giant hand behind him—the evil thing that had fused with Duan Qingliang until the two were inseparable—he merely flipped his palm and shattered the severed hand before it could fully heal.

So long as Duan Qingliang's divine golden body remained intact, even if this manifested severed hand were completely ground away, it would regenerate from within Duan Qingliang's body.

His gaze shifted to Duan Qingliang and the white-bone ship's rail in his hand. He knew that Senior Brother Baojian had deliberately yielded the item to stall for time, but unfortunately, the other side still meant to kill them all.

"Liu Feng, this emperor will fight you again in Ascension Land."

Perhaps knowing that he was currently no match for this Demonic Dao Body of Liu