Watching Ling Feng knock Heavenly King Hall to the ground with a single move, the Ice Master, Ying Huanhuan, stood behind him with her eyes widening slightly.
Even she could not have defeated Heavenly King Hall so easily.
Could Brother Ling Feng have already broken through to the Ancestor Realm?
At the thought, Ying Huanhuan could not help drawing in a sharp breath, staring at Ling Feng in a daze.
"Watch out!"
Just then, a shout from the Thunder Master's battlefield in the sky ahead briefly drew Ling Feng's and the Ice Master's attention.
Black blood was streaming down the face of Second King Hall, who was fighting the Thunder Master, growing thicker by the moment.
An overwhelming sense of unease spread through the Thunder Master's heart.
Sensing something was wrong, he warned the Allied Army.
At once, countless gazes turned toward that battlefield. Seeing Second King Hall's condition, everyone sensed that something was amiss, for they saw him sneering.
His smile held a hint of savagery and madness.
Then his body began to swell uncontrollably.
"This is bad!"
Ying Huanhuan's heart jolted at the sight, and she immediately shouted to the Thunder Master, "Senior Brother Thunder, fall back!"
As she spoke, silver light flickered around her, and she moved to help the Thunder Master evacuate the nearby members of the Allied Army. But Ling Feng stopped her. Before Ying Huanhuan could question him, she saw him reach across the distance and pull everyone on their side into the void.
When they appeared again a moment later, they were already a thousand zhang away from Second King Hall.
As for the Thunder Master, Ling Feng left him alone. He could get away himself.
Bang!
Just as the Thunder Master vanished, Second King Hall's body suddenly exploded. Thick black demonic energy