The Terrifying Pressure, Advancing to the Seventh Level of the Venerable Realm!

Lin Feng's oppressive presence had arrived.

Although both sides were on the same level.

Meng Tianyang felt as though the other man was looking down on him!

Run, he had to run!

"This man's strength is strange, and his constitution is extraordinary! There have recently been rumors that the Ancient Demon Race has reemerged. I think this man might be connected to them! After all, aside from the Ancient Demon Race, who else could be this strange?"

Meng Tianyang stared at Lin Feng and said word by word, "Go, leave quickly! Inform the Ten Extremes Demon Sect and have them dispatch more Great Ability Realm elders to kill this fiend!"

Having said that, Meng Tianyang shot into the air and fled into the distance like a streak of black lightning!

Whoosh! He vanished without a trace in an instant.

Tyrant Blade Ancestor had long been prepared as well. He let out a roar. "Until we meet again!"

After saying that, he too transformed into a streak of blood-red light and vanished.

At the sight of this.

The Ten Extremes Demon Sect disciples standing frozen in place all trembled, unable to move an inch.

Of course, it was not that they did not want to move.

In truth, when Lin Feng blocked the combined attack of Meng Tianyang and Tyrant Blade Ancestor, the Demon Sect disciples had already been terrified beyond measure. They all understood how powerful and terrifying Lin Feng was. His terror was simply impossible to predict!

These Demon Sect disciples had also begun to entertain thoughts of retreat.

Unfortunately, Meng Tianyang and Tyrant Blade Ancestor had fled much faster than they could.

"Do you really think you can escape?"

Lin Feng's cold voice rang out.

Then, Divine Feathers Reborn in Flames appeared behind his back!

Boom!

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