novelapdf #555 - The End of the Road
#555 - The End of the Road
Once a Leng Zizai cultivator stepped into that territory, it was like falling into a deep pit of rotten bamboo. Only the Yellow Spring Water Breath could protect them; otherwise, caught off guard, the bitterness of life far exceeded death.
Leng Zizai was now filled with regret. He had been too confident, considering himself superior as an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and having mastered the Fire Demon Fusion Strike, possessing true demon blood, he thought suppressing Li Chengfeng would be a piece of cake.
Heh, thinking about it now, it was simply a pipe dream!
He had carefully studied his opponent, Li Chengfeng, and discovered that his repeated victories were all due to strategy rather than brute force, using one force against another, and borrowing strength. His own strength seemed ordinary; even in the Fire Demon Clan battle, he was only a behind-the-scenes planner, not personally involved in the fighting.
Leng Zizai once thought that Li Chengfeng might be invincible among those of the same rank, but he was a level above him, with countless tricks up his sleeve, so how could he be at a disadvantage?
Now, wanting to escape, it was already too late. Looking back, the past surged like a tide, as clear as if he were experiencing it again.
In order to pursue the Art of Combination, he had imitated his father, making those gifted women cultivate poisonous arts, and then fusing them with secret methods to create external avatars, committing countless evil deeds.
He also had a strange habit, enjoying seeing his enemies tremble and beg for mercy, finding it pleasurable, truly a psychologically twisted maniac.
However, today, he unexpectedly felt the backlash from his past evil deeds. The Mind Demon Stone flashed with a dark light, his reason slightly recovered, but he saw an evil spirit, like a shadow, pouncing towards him.
Leng Zizai was furious, spitting out raging flames, and the evil spirit instantly disappeared.
This place was his home ground, and he cackled, mocking, "Leng Zizai, ah, Leng Zizai, you are such a waste, daring to scheme against me, Director Zhang!
Today, within the Yellow Spring River, will be your burial ground. Your Nascent Soul, your Poison Fire, will all be turned into Yellow Spring nourishment, helping my master's magic power become boundless!"
The words of the evil spirit were like thousands of sharp thorns, piercing directly into the depths of his soul, causing unbearable pain. This was another ruthless method targeting his divine sense.
Leng Zizai was furious, the voice acting directly on his divine sense. He tried to block it but was unable to, this was precisely the bewitchment technique of the evil spirit.
The evil spirit was cunning, attacking like a shadow, fleeting. Once hit, the soul would be difficult to escape damage. At this moment, the Yellow Spring Water surged turbulently below.
Suddenly, Leng Zizai regained his composure. The Mind Demon Stone on his neck gave him a trace of clarity at a critical moment, making him realize that since his confrontation with Li Chengfeng, he had lost the initiative and rhythm, and was gradually falling into the other's plan.
He had never encountered such an opponent. Past battles were all instantaneous bursts, fighting with force, but Li Chengfeng was completely different from the cultivators of the Xuan Guang Continent. Every word and action contained hidden mysteries, and once caught in his rhythm, it was difficult to break free.
The reason why Li Chengfeng could win against the strong with the weak was not only by relying on eloquent words or luck, but by relying on his extraordinary calculation ability and profound strength.
Simple schemes might be pale and powerless in the face of absolute power, but Li Chengfeng perfectly combined cunning methods with powerful calculation, making Leng Zizai feel a sense of retreat.
He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Li Chengfeng, you rat, dare not confront me head-on, only know how to use tricks in the dark, I look down on you! If you have the guts, come out and fight me openly and fairly!"
However, the only response he received was the evil spirit's laughter: "Hahahaha, how ridiculous. Why does my master need to take action personally to deal with you? With me here, you will not escape death.
Although you are in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and I am only in the late stage of Core Formation, I am formless and indestructible, and I will definitely exhaust you until your oil runs out and your lamp goes out."
"Have you noticed? My master was not in a hurry to take your life from the beginning, but was slowly torturing you, using the way you treat your prey to repay you.
Now, you yourself have become prey, how does it taste?" The evil spirit's laughter echoed in the air, full of sarcasm and provocation.
Leng Zizai suddenly woke up, realizing that the evil spirit's words made sense.