Feng Jiu Arrives
"Damn it, you wretched Demon Race brat, die!"
At this moment, Peng Tianlin's anger had reached its peak.
His body trembled with rage, his eyes wide open, gleaming with a fiery light.
And his breathing became rapid, as if it were about to burst out of his chest.
He clenched his fist and instantly appeared behind Xingtian.
Xingtian, having just completed the gene grafting, has not yet had time to establish an effective defense.
He received a heavy blow to the back.
Peng Tianlin's fist was like a massive hammer, carrying the force of Mount Tai crushing an egg, and it slammed straight towards Xingtian Hammer.
This strike was like a thunderbolt, seemingly capable of shattering the entire world.
Xingtian's body was like a candle flickering in the wind, teetering on the brink of collapse under Peng Tianlin's heavy blows.
Fortunately, the two arms on Xingtian's back played a decisive role at this moment.
Facing the incoming heavy punch, Xingtian concentrated all his strength into his arms.
A pair of iron fists directly collided with Peng Tianlin's attack.
"Snap!"
A crisp sound echoed throughout the entire space.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Peng Tianlin's attack pressed forward relentlessly.
Xingtian's arms behind his back, however, seemed like broken wings, drooping towards the ground and swaying incessantly.
A closer look reveals that the connection between these arms and Xingtian is merely a layer of skin.
With just a little force, it could leave Xingtian's body at any moment.
However, Xingtian couldn't care less about his injuries at this moment.
Peng Tianlin's attack on Xingtian failed to kill him instantly, and he became visibly more enraged.
At the same time, the iron fist struck again.
Helpless, Xingtian dared not confront him head-on and could only flee.
As Xingtian moved, his arms fell off his body and were crushed into a bloody pulp by Peng Tianlin.
The other Demon Race were not idle either.
They all began attacking Peng Tianlin from behind.
But Peng Tianlin, enraged, ignored them completely and relentlessly pursued Xingtian.
Xingtian never expected that his previous actions of having other Demon Race distract him had created an opportunity for him to attack Peng Tianlin.
But in the blink of an eye, the situation reversed.
He became the target of Peng Tianlin's concentrated attacks, while the other Demon Race took advantage of Peng Tianlin's determination to kill him and launched continuous attacks.
"Damn it! Has this Human Clan Supreme Powerhouse gone mad? Ignoring our attacks, he's determined to kill that brat?"
"Who told that kid to be so ruthless? If you were in his shoes, what would you have done?"
"Hmm... I have to kill him!"
"That settles it! But this kid's Movement Method is impressive; aside from taking a punch just now, he hasn't been attacked again for quite some time!"
Upon hearing this, the other Demon Race who were attacking Peng Tianlin also noticed something amiss.
"Hmm? This kid's Movement Method is quite strange? It feels like the surrounding flames are even cooperating with him!"
"Indeed impressive! Did you notice? Not only this Human Clan Supreme Powerhouse, but even we wouldn't be able to defeat him!"
The analysis by the group of powerful demons was indeed reasonable.
At this moment, Xingtian was using the Principle of Fire to his advantage, thriving in this world of flames.
His speed was significantly enhanced by the advantages of this world.
Even Peng Tianlin was no match for him in terms of speed at this moment.
However, Peng Tianlin, who was in charge, failed to notice this.
It's not his fault.
The dual suppression of Divine Sense and Principle had a significant impact on Peng Tianlin.
Both his fighting spirit and his perception of the outside world were at their lowest point at this Supreme Powerhouse.
Furthermore, although Xingtian was faster than Peng Tianlin, he kept his opponent at bay.
They maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too distant.
Furthermore, Xingtian's movement trajectory was very strange, darting east and west like a headless fly.
In fact, all of this was done intentionally by Xingtian.
Maintaining distance was to prevent Xingtian from focusing his attention on other Demon Race.
As for the confusion in the movement trajectory, it depends on the perspective from which it is observed.
From the perspective of everyone present, Xingtian's movement trajectory was indeed chaotic and disorderly.
However, from the perspective of the Eternal Flame, Xingtian's movement trajectory is quite regular.
I followed it closely.
He was even nearly caught by Xingtian several times.
Following the success of previous gene grafting.
Xingtian's genetic affinity for fire has increased to a new level.
The previously vague perception of the Eternal Flame has become clearer.
But as Xingtian moved, he discovered a problem.
That is, although his speed has been significantly improved with the support of the Principle of Fire.
However, it still can't match the movement speed of the Eternal Flame.
At this rate, even if they exhaust themselves to Xingtian, they'll never obtain the Eternal Flame.
Just then, Xingtian couldn't help but glance at Peng Tianlin was chasing behind him.
At the same time, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he thought of a solution.
At this moment, in Peng Tianlin's eyes, Xingtian, who had previously been at the same speed as him, had actually slowed down.
"Heh, so what if a Peak of the Eighth Layer Demon Race is known for speed? They still can't last long."
Thinking of this, Peng Tianlin's aura erupted once again.
The speed also increased instantly.
The distance between him and Xingtian is getting closer and closer.
Although Xingtian never turned around, Peng Tianlin could still hear his frantic breathing.
Closer! Closer still!
Finally, Xingtian was caught up to Peng Tianlin's attack range.
Without hesitation, Peng Tianlin gathered all his strength into his fist, and like a meteor streaking across the night sky, he charged straight at Xingtian with overwhelming force.
This punch was like a volcanic eruption, containing boundless energy, as if it could shatter the entire world.
Xingtian, with his back to Peng Tianlin, naturally sensed this powerful force.
At the same time, spatial rifts also appeared along with this power.
The powerful force of the punch not only struck Xingtian directly, but also shattered the surrounding space.
The Demon Race experts behind Peng Tianlin, seeing this scene, all showed regret for Xingtian in their eyes.
In their view, Xingtian was doomed.
Even if he could block Peng Tianlin's punches, those massive spatial rifts would still finish him off.
At this moment, Xingtian, with his back to everyone, revealed a strange smile.
He neither defended himself nor fled; instead, he simply turned around.
Everyone saw the smile on Xingtian's lips.
"Have they given up resisting? How can they laugh so calmly?"
"To die at the hands of Supreme Powerhouse, he, a Peak of the Eighth Layer, has every reason to be proud!"
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Xingtian actually withstood all of Peng Tianlin's attacks.
A brilliant light burst forth from his body, like the sun.
Xingtian was also surrounded by countless spatial rifts, making escape impossible.
Even if he were to survive by sheer luck, these spatial rifts spreading inward would tear Xingtian's remaining body to shreds.
But when the light faded, no one expected that Xingtian would still be standing there with his broken body.
At the same time, his left hand was loosely clenched, while his right hand held a golden lotus flower.
As he clasped his hands together, the golden lotus instantly expanded, enveloping Xingtian within it.
Peng Tianlin seemed to sense something, and ignoring Xingtian, he led a Human Clan experts away suddenly.
A few seconds later, under the watchful eyes of the Demon Race, a fiery red figure slowly appeared beside Xingtian.
"Hehe, you run pretty fast!"
"Who are you..."
The weakened Xingtian looked at the familiar figure before him and for a moment could hardly believe it.
"The Phoenix Clan's Supreme Powerhouse?"
"Indeed, I am Feng Jiu!"