Ultimate Master in Urban

Chapter 2044 - 2075: Wind Sea

The moment the three spoke up, the heart of the Red-clothed Cultivator, previously filled with panic, finally calmed down a little, and he was no longer as uneasy as before.He glanced at the swiftly approaching Phoenix, a sinister smile stretching across his lips.

"Boy, I want to see how you plan to kill me. If you truly kill me here, that is my fate. But if you fail, you'll become a stepping stone for our further progress. Today, we'll trade your life for our advancement. Let's see how powerful you really are."

After the Red-clothed Cultivator let out a cold laugh, he tilted his head up, and in an instant, his body transformed into a blood-red figure.

Like an Asura emerging from Hell.

"Roar..."

A roar like that of a Fierce Beast bellowed from the mouth of the Red-clothed Cultivator, and his expression and body shifted repeatedly.

Cracking sounds from bones followed by sudden changes echoed from within his body, resounding continuously.

During this transformation, he expanded rapidly.

Just as he finished expanding, his body vanished from sight, as if he had merged into the galaxy.

This scene happened extremely fast, so much so that even Ye Feng barely noticed it upon completion.

Meanwhile, similar transformations occurred in the other three cultivators as well.

In an instant, all four cultivators disappeared from their spots, turning into nothingness, leaving the place utterly vacant.

As an atmosphere of desolation, eeriness, and coldness permeated and emanated, Ye Feng's heart contracted sharply.

Beneath his watchful gaze, the Phoenix attacking the Red-clothed Cultivator froze completely in place.

It was as if a mysterious force was locking in a struggle with the Phoenix.

As time passed, the waves around the Phoenix diminished, and tremors rippled outward.

The blood-red radiance on the Phoenix's body flared intensely at that moment.

As the tremors on the Phoenix's body grew more intense, all its sharp aura dissipated, turning into a quiet Eternity.

It seemed as if, in an instant, all the killing intent and splendor within the Phoenix had been stripped away by a mysterious power.

Taking a casual glance forward, Ye Feng understood that, in such an environment, the Phoenix found itself devoid of any combat power.

Trying to regain its previous combat power was now immensely challenging.

Ye Feng never expected that the Phoenix, so formidable, would have its edge utterly crushed by the joint forces of the four, suppressing it to such an extent.

With the Phoenix rendered useless, Ye Feng narrowed his eyes, focusing straight ahead.

Under his scrutiny, a flow of light suddenly appeared at the front, swiftly arriving.

Within this light, countless gales rose abruptly.

As these gales howled through the space, boundless killing intentions surfaced.

Similar waves of light emerged from the remaining three directions. As these four waves intermingled...

Four tornadoes formed, encircling this area.

In an instant, the galaxy transformed into a Wind Sea, rendering everything within it powerless and silent.

At the center of this Wind Sea stood Ye Feng, his body trembling.

The gusts coming from all sides hit Ye Feng, causing him to shiver uncontrollably. Even his blood was desiccated significantly.

Moreover, his Cultivation Power was forcefully suppressed, giving Ye Feng a suffocating feeling of imminent death.

His eyes, electric-like, ignored the surrounding winds completely, fixating ahead.

In his blazing gaze, brimmed with chilling murderous intent.

The moment this killing intent emerged, Ye Feng moved.

As he acted, a vortex appeared at his location, seemingly sweeping across the entire galaxy.

Amidst the whispers, starry winds roared into existence.

Ye Feng's body morphed into a movement of wind, rushing ahead.

As he surged forward, his right hand clenched abruptly, forming a fist that manifested.

This fist, upon appearing, slammed forward toward the gale.

Boom.

With the impact, the gale scattered, and where the fist landed, calmness ensued, void of any waves.

Countless ripples churned where the fist struck.

As the fist's power dispersed, the glow disappeared, extinguishing the gale like a flickering oil lamp.

Amidst all these occurrences...

Ye Feng witnessed firsthand as a stream of fresh blood gushed from the spot where his fist had struck.

This blood was red, yet within the red lay a hint of Black.

This Black, resembling the galaxy, was profoundly dark.

Just one glance left an unforgettable impression.

Upon seeing this Black hue, a faint smile crept up Ye Feng's lips. As the winds rose from all directions, he pierced through space and distance, quickly approaching the site of Black blood.

As soon as he arrived, Ye Feng's fist launched downward once more.

"I said, today you're bound to die."

Boom.

As the words fell, a rumbling sound echoed throughout the air.

With this second punch landing, the gale finally dissipated, and the Red-clothed Cultivator's figure, amidst panic, swiftly revealed itself.

Once his figure was exposed, a torrent of fresh blood spilled from the Red-clothed Cultivator's mouth.

As the blood sprayed out, it turned the entire sky crimson.

Every element bore a bloody scent and an eerie aura.

Under the dispersing power of Ye Feng's second punch, the Red-clothed Cultivator staggered backward.

After retreating about a hundred feet, he lifted his head.