PDLP Chapter 2041 - 2072: Trying to Leave? Too Late
Chapter 2041 - 2072: Trying to Leave? Too Late
As the attack struck, in Ye Feng's ears, it seemed as if two different yet somehow similar worlds were being born and revolving there.These so-called worlds seemed to be the inevitable path of that sound source.
Upon arrival, the sound of flapping garments reverberated within these worlds, creating a ground-shaking roar.
At the same time, Ye Feng felt a powerful impact on his internal organs.
This impact entered straight through his ears, surged into his internal organs, and then flowed into his bloodstream, including his meridians.
Within just a fraction of a breath, all of this fell silent, and every part of Ye Feng's body was violently transmitted with massive sound waves.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
As these sounds spread through Ye Feng's body, it was as if huge bombs were exploding from within.
The moment these bombs exploded, all the organs inside Ye Feng's body were shattered.
In that instant, Ye Feng's lifespan was reduced by nearly half.
His complexion turned even paler.
His body grew much weaker, and as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, he stumbled back by more than a thousand zhang.
Ye Feng witnessed these incredible scenes happening to himself, and his heart and mind trembled anew.
He suddenly lifted his head, his blood-red eyes gazed forward, taking in everything before him.
In his gaze, the red-clothed figure appeared in his sight.
The red-clothed figure, with each light step, crossed vast distances.
Gradually, approaching where Ye Feng was.
The red-clothed figure, upon seeing Ye Feng not dead but merely injured and having lost some life span, displayed shock and disbelief in his eyes.
His gaze towards Ye Feng became serious and cautious.
"You are quite impressive. Under my life formation combined with my strongest sound attack, you still manage to live. You're among the top ten I've ever seen." The red-clothed figure spoke with a raised, sinister brow.
As these words were spoken, they transmitted to Ye Feng once more.
This sound wave attack, compared to before, was markedly different and unusual.
Hence, the attack on Ye Feng requires no further description.
Ye Feng merely circulated his cultivation power within, and all these attacks dissipated completely, causing him not even a bit of harm.
Afterward, the red-clothed cultivator quickly approached Ye Feng, and as he arrived.
The atmosphere within this starry river turned lifeless, making it seem like a slaughterhouse.
The red-clothed cultivator's gaze towards Ye Feng became particularly fierce.
His cultivation spread out with each step.
As this cultivation spread entirely, a peak force belonging to a Lord's sixth level erupted from him.
As this aura emerged, the entire starry river trembled one after another, while all distant debris and meteorites vanished.
"You are quite good; worthy of being my opponent. I'm eager to see how many rounds you can last against me." The red-clothed cultivator said with a battle-hungry spirit.
Hearing this, Ye Feng fixed his gaze unblinkingly on the approaching red-clothed cultivator, his icy smile spreading wide.
"You are not qualified to be my opponent. If you wish to kill me, summon them all here, so I can see if anyone among you can end my life here." Ye Feng coldly stated.
Ye Feng's words naturally incited a massive wave in the red-clothed cultivator's heart.
This wave, once emerging, surged towards the red-clothed cultivator.
The red-clothed cultivator mocked with a smile, casually sweeping his hand to disperse the wave entirely.
Afterward, with a flick of his hand, a stick appeared, and he lovingly glanced at it before swinging it violently towards Ye Feng.
As the stick descended.
Amidst the airborne dust, a golden light emanated from the stick, descending upon Ye Feng with earth-shattering force.
Once it descended, the momentum here paused abruptly.
Ye Feng felt as though an enormous mountain was pressing down on him, the pressure truly immense.
Once it descended, the airflow in the sky cried out in protest.
Subsequently, the airflow ceased, and Ye Feng's location became a vacuum, while the pressure on him increased significantly.
Yet with Ye Feng's cultivation power surging from within, the pressure suddenly vanished.
Ye Feng, whose head was slightly lowered from the immense pressure, now lifted it.
As he raised it, his eyes filled with a chilling killing intent.
Glancing at the attacking red-clothed cultivator, this look made the cultivator's heart tremble.
This trembling was incredibly strange.
At that moment, the red-clothed cultivator felt as if he was only half a step from death.
In this half-step distance, it seemed there was a giant, vicious hand reaching for his throat.
Once it reached.
This hand hovered over the red-clothed cultivator's heart, stifling his breath.
For the first time in his life, this red-clothed cultivator encountered such a situation, and for the first time, he felt this kind of life-and-death threat.
Suddenly, he realized the danger and retreated, pulling his stick back with him.
"Want to leave? Too late."
Watching the retreating red-clothed cultivator, Ye Feng sneered as a Phoenix emerged from his hand, stabbing forward, and the Incense Burner floated from his body.