The power that seemed poised to extinguish all life crashed down, piercing through time and space. There was no way to dodge it, nor anywhere to hide. Inside the Spirit-Devouring Life-Extinguishing Formation, the Ghost Blood Blade's attack covered everything, filling Hun Feng with the despair of imminent death.
Impossible! How could I die here? I still have to rule the Soul Clan and reign over the Dou Qi Continent! I cannot die!
Hun Feng's face twisted hideously as he roared hysterically inwardly. Suddenly, his gaze flickered toward the equally panicked Hun Li and Hun Ya beside him. Sensing their Dou Qi at such close range, a thought stirred in his heart, and he immediately formed a plan.
"Heh heh, you two acknowledge me as your young master. Now is the perfect time to prove your loyalty! Rest assured, once I escape, I will use every means at my disposal to make Hun Changqing wish he were dead! I will avenge you both!"
Hun Feng's gaze suddenly turned vicious and savage. Vast waves of black mist surged madly from his body, becoming dark markings that crawled across his skin and spread onto his cheeks.
Those eerie black markings, coupled with the bloodthirsty grin curling his lips, turned Hun Feng's once strikingly handsome face into something hideous and terrifying.
"Young master! You!"
Hearing Hun Feng's voice, laden with chilling malice that struck terror into their hearts, Hun Li and Hun Ya shuddered. They hurriedly turned toward him and were about to speak, but before the words could leave their mouths, a sudden, agonizing pain tore through their throats, leaving them unable to utter another sound.
Looking down, the two discovered in horror that Hun Feng's hands had somehow pierced their necks. An utterly bizarre energy within those hands suppressed their souls with