As fresh blood flowed down, the hideous Abyss Demon's body began to warp and swell.
Having fully refined the essence blood, its already formidable aura abruptly erupted!
*Boom!*
Demonic energy billowed out across the sky, and with a deafening bang, the ground beneath the Abyss Demon shattered.
Within Ye Feng's perception, the creature's trace suddenly vanished.
Yet Ye Feng showed no hint of panic. In fact, right in front of the grotesque demonic silhouette, he slowly closed his eyes.
The Abyss Demon seemed possessed of intelligence as well. Seeing such a powerful opponent close his eyes and withdraw his divine sense, it grew exceedingly vigilant. Even though its sharp claws were barely three inches from Ye Feng's throat, it chose to dart backward.
Yet at the very instant it contemplated retreat, chilling ghostly energy abruptly surged from Ye Feng's arm, followed immediately by a brilliant burst of golden sword light!
The sweeping slash of sword light harbored bone-chilling ghostly energy within its radiance!
*Slash!*
*Rumble!*
As the sword light flashed past, his exquisite control over his power tore a long black fissure through the sky.
Lacking a physical body to begin with, the Abyss Demon discovered in terror that the world before its eyes had begun to spin.
It watched its own body gradually disperse.
Summoning the last of its strength, the Abyss Demon raised its gaze toward the man standing not far away, cloaked in murderous intent.
The man's right arm had turned pitch-black, warped with bizarre, writhing patterns.
A glint of brilliance flashed in the Abyss Demon's scarlet eyes, revealing a glimmer of sudden realization, mingled with incomprehension.
As the light faded, the demon's body dissolved into thick black mist, completely absorbed into Ye Feng's ghost hand until nothing remained.
At the side, Meng Wanshu felt her heart jolt as she stepped through the rift into the space.
A nauseating stench of blood permeated the air everywhere.
Mutilated corpses lay strewn across the entire domain of the Xiao clan.
Burning buildings raged on all sides, dense smoke billowing straight into the sky, while faint, distant shrieks chilled them to the bone.
Even Li Changqing, who had weathered countless storms, underwent a drastic change in expression.
Such a tragedy...
Could someone truly be trying to exterminate the Xiao clan?!
Why?
Who could possess such power?
What were they plotting?
And what were those sinister demonic silhouettes?
Question after question crowded their minds, but there was no time to ponder.
With a flick of her hand, Meng Wanshu drew her sword, her gaze sharp as a blade as she looked toward the rear mountain of the Xiao clan estate.
Ye Feng had already vanished from sight, and the two hurried after him.
Cold glints flickered in Ye Feng's eyes, yet his mind was filled with doubt. He had never imagined such creatures would appear in the Xiao clan!
Because...
These Abyss Demons were things that only ever appeared sparsely in the deepest reaches of the Purgatory Abyss!
The power of his ghost hand had only come about when he risked his life to absorb a formidable Abyss Demon.
That encounter had also been the closest he had ever come to death inside the Purgatory Abyss.
These abyss fiends fed on the essence blood of mortals and cultivators alike, craving it to an extreme degree.
The higher a cultivator's cultivation realm, the greater the power the fiends obtained upon absorbing their essence blood.
Just like the Abyss Demon he had slain moments ago—it had originally possessed the aura of only a mid Soul Formation Realm cultivator, yet simply by absorbing a single cultivator's essence blood, it had broken straight through to late Soul Formation Realm.
*Hum!*
Ye Feng's sea of consciousness hummed, and a terrifying wave of divine sense surged forth, instantly blanketing a radius of tens of thousands of feet.
Soaring forward, Ye Feng slew two or three more Abyss Demons along the way.
Watching this, the surviving Xiao clan disciples wept tears of raw emotion.
Many collapsed limply to the ground after the demons fell, staring blankly at the distant corpses.
Suddenly!
Ye Feng snapped his head up toward the void dozens of li away!
*Rumble!*
A thunderous roar echoed from afar...
A scarlet spear ray pierced through the void, yet still failed to breach the blood-red sealing barrier.
Xiao Chen's expression was savage. Behind him lay a void rift shrouded in demonic energy.
That rift was a domain boundary he had exerted every ounce of his strength to create, placing his closest kin safely inside.
Spear rays flashed as the scarlet spear danced in his hands, weaving a defense so dense not a drop of water could slip through.
A dozen feet ahead stood a chilling demonic silhouette of human height.
The demonic figure appeared to wear a set of black robes, its facial features concealed as though behind an eerie mask.
Its narrow, bizarre red eyes stared unblinkingly at Xiao Chen, burning with ravenous hunger.
Yet Xiao Chen's aura was exceedingly frail, his body riddled with wounds!
His gaze remained razor-sharp, his eyes full of grief, indignation, and frigid murderous intent.
His white robes were already soaked crimson with blood. Every time he turned, drops of blood flew from the swirling hems of his garment.
Stamping forward with a violent stride, he twisted his waist and hips. The spear he had yet to retrieve whipped around with his turn, its blunt butt thrusting viciously toward the Abyss Demon!
A fierce spear ray instantly pierced the void!
"Die!"
The Abyss Demon had never anticipated that Xiao Chen, already on the verge of exhaustion, could unleash a thrust of such astonishing might.
Guided by pure instinct, it slapped downward against the spear shaft.
*Boom!*
Tremendous power erupted in an instant as the Great Sky Rosy Flame surged from his palm and engulfed the spear.
This single strike bored a gaping hole clean through the Abyss Demon's body.
Furthermore, the terrifying flames on the spear shaft spread across its entire form.
His eyes bloodshot, Xiao Chen bellowed, "Heavenly Incineration!"
*Boom!*
Under Xiao Chen's full power, a pillar of flame several hundred feet thick roared straight into the sky!
The blaze engulfed the fiend, incinerating the surrounding void into nothingness.
Some distance away, Xiao Chen panted heavily, convinced this strike would finish off his foe.
Yet right at that moment...
A familiar voice abruptly rang in his ears.
"Fourth Brother, watch your back!"
Xiao Chen's heart gave a violent leap. From the sinister demonic mist near the rift of his domain boundary, a pitch-black palm suddenly thrust out!
Its fingers pressed together into a blade, it stabbed viciously toward Xiao Chen's back!
*Thwack!*
The instant Ye Feng's voice reached him, a bone-chilling dread rushed straight to Xiao Chen's crown!
Every hair on his body stood on end. Driven purely by instinct, he shifted several inches to the left!
*Spurt! Cough, cough!*
The black palm punched straight through Xiao Chen's chest. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and swung his weapon behind him in a backhanded strike: Overlord Spear, Mountain Cleaver!
The strike carried immense momentum and weight, bending the shaft of the Blood God Spear into an exaggerated curve.
A piercing shriek tore through the air as the sky ripped apart like ragged cloth, fracturing inch by inch.
*Thud!*
The mountain peaks across a radius of ten thousand feet beneath Xiao Chen's feet shattered to pieces, yet the strike hit nothing but empty air!
Xiao Chen looked down at the bloody hole in his chest, a flicker of despair crossing the depths of his eyes.
He had exerted every last ounce of his strength, yet he still could not avenge his clan!
Even after exhausting all his techniques, he had failed to wound his enemy...
Chapter 599