PDLP Chapter 2042 - 2073: Four Fists
Chapter 2042 - 2073: Four Fists
The Phoenix that struck forward immediately sent a chill through the red-clothed cultivator's heart; he only felt a cold murderous aura enveloping his chest.Moreover, the incense burner that flew from Ye Feng made the red-clothed cultivator's eyes widen suddenly.
From the moment the incense burner appeared, the red-clothed cultivator felt an incomparably overwhelming pressure.
This pressure was not just the weight of life and death, but a rule that was depriving him of life itself.
As these two pressures simultaneously appeared, the red-clothed cultivator realized that his distance from death had been drastically shortened once more.
With the light emanating from the incense burner growing larger, he felt the earth-shattering power radiating from the Phoenix.
A sense of urgency overwhelmed the red-clothed cultivator, his face turning pale instantly.
His body also started trembling.
When all these phenomena began to emerge from the red-clothed cultivator, his throat went dry.
The red robe he wore was completely soaked by merciless sweat.
After the sweat entirely drenched his red robe,
he hastily shouted, "If you don't act now, when will you!"
With this shout, the scene suddenly halted.
Within the star river, regardless of what action caused whatever disturbance, everything extinguished in that moment.
At the very instant it extinguished, three figures appeared at the end of the star river, coming from three different directions.
Each of these figures radiated an earth-shattering aura from their bodies.
As soon as these auras spread forth, Ye Feng felt as though he was at the center of a vortex.
The owner of this vortex was indeed those three figures.
These figures donned black, white, and blue garments respectively.
Including the red-clothed cultivator, these four individuals surrounded Ye Feng, forming a surrounding stance centered around him.
This encirclement immediately made Ye Feng the focal point of the slaughter.
At the center, when Ye Feng felt the unmatchable pressures from these four fall upon him, he frowned.
His eyes were grave as he looked ahead.
Just as he looked, everything before him became clear to him.
Yet, at this moment, his gaze fell only upon one figure—the red-clothed cultivator.
"Today, no matter who strikes, they cannot save you," Ye Feng spoke coldly.
Once these words left his mouth, Ye Feng moved forward like a storm, blasting forth rapidly, creating what seemed like a crack forming in the world.
This crack appeared like a spider web, enveloping all directions completely.
Under such an encirclement, not even a fly could escape.
With the appearance of this crack, it seemed as though the heavens had opened a sinister and massive gap.
As it appeared, it exposed all of heaven and earth.
At this moment, Ye Feng lifted his head, gazing at the gap above, his silhouette rushing crazily toward it.
The Cultivation Power within him, likened to air swords, shot out in all directions.
These flying swords created waves that shattered the surrounding air.
Even the murderous aura and pressure surrounding him were broken.
As the pressure covering Ye Feng lessened slightly again, his brow moved, speeding towards the gap even faster.
Snap.
The sound of air bursting continued resonating here.
In the span of a moment, Ye Feng's body drew closer to the gap.
The distance to thoroughly escape was but a single step away.
Meanwhile, the black-clothed, white-clothed, blue-clothed, and red-clothed cultivators all stared at Ye Feng.
Their eyes revealed an intense fear beyond belief.
"Red, this is all your doing. Had you listened to us earlier, this guy would've been long dead by now. You wasted a perfect formation and cornered yourself into such a dire position. You're useless." The blue-clothed cultivator angrily rebuked the red-clothed cultivator.
The red-clothed cultivator's expression changed; his face turned extremely livid as he lowered his head, consumed by boundless fury.
His determination to kill Ye Feng intensified to the extreme.
"Enough, at this time, you still have time for useless talk? Move quickly and intercept him!" The black-clothed and white-clothed cultivators exchanged glances and chastised both the blue-clothed and red-clothed cultivators.
At that moment, they fell silent.
Each fixed their gaze on Ye Feng.
Just as Ye Feng's body reached the crack, poised to break through it,
the four men simultaneously raised their hands. As they did,
within the star river, erupted four resounding voices, tremendous and vast.
As they echoed, these figures seemed to traverse through space, imbuing nothingness, resounding within the star river.
Astonishingly, the depleted river waters mysteriously burst forth from an unknown origin, rushing madly.
Simultaneously, the Lord-level power each of them possessed exploded entirely, their raised hands grasping forward.
Under this grasp, the star river trembled.
The star river's freshly spawned waters suddenly surged, rampaging layer upon layer, enveloping the region.
Toward the crack Ye Feng charged, it surged furiously.
In an instant, heaven and earth roared, the star river transformed, water splashed incessantly, and the entire starry sky quivered.
Everything turned to ash gray.
The entire starry expanse fell into an indescribable silence and profound darkness.
Boom.
At this moment, the four cultivators' raised large hands abruptly paused, their fingers forming fists.
These fists were enormous and solid.
As they formed, these fists transformed into a gust of Qing Feng, madly rushing forward.