The Death of Fenxin

In an instant—

The Outer Realm Demonic Fiends surged over the True Lords like mountains toppling and seas overturning, a vast black mass blotting out the sky and sun.

Danger!

Without the Void Boat's formation protecting them, things were no longer as effortless as before. In merely a few breaths, True Lords had already been injured.

"Something happened on the Dao Lord's side."

Li Rui's gaze sharpened.

The Void Boat had been forged by Hundred Refinements Dao Lord. As the foremost artifact refiner in the world, Hundred Refinements Dao Lord had poured immense effort into it. Not even a Dao Lord's strike could break the Void Boat's restrictions—unless... something had happened to Hundred Refinements Dao Lord.

He concealed himself amid the group of True Lords and swept the area with divine sense elevated after being nourished by the Immortal Dao Origin.

His heart sank.

There were more than twenty True Lord-level Outer Realm Demonic Fiends within his sight alone, and their numbers were still growing.

If this continued—

Some among them might well be left behind in the Sea of Demonic Evils.

The situation had reversed.

It was not only him. Old Daoist Net Caster and Old Monk Wukong had also seen through the situation. They made their decision without hesitation. "Go!"

The two decisively abandoned the Void Boat and darted away in one direction.

The rest did not hesitate in the slightest and followed at once.

Without its formation and without Hundred Refinements Dao Lord to operate it, the Void Boat was nothing but a massive burden.

True Lords were difficult to kill.

But that did not mean they could not die.

They relied on their profound means of escape, yet once surrounded by Outer Realm Demonic Fiends, they could still perish.

Old Daoist Net Caster and Old Monk