Chapter 75

The sky grew dark, with dark clouds gathering. A silver dragon suddenly appeared, baring its fangs and claws, and vanished in a flash.

Boom!

The dragon flashed by, and a thunderclap followed, rumbling through the air.

Rushing rain poured down from the sky, and the celestial phenomena changed dramatically under the influence of supernatural powers and qi.

Yang Qifeng's face was bitter, as the situation became increasingly unfavorable.

At this moment, countless demon generals had already been killed by the commanders with their duties.

In such an environment, his own strength would be further weakened.

Holding the black saber horizontally, Yang Qifeng stared at the figure in the distance.

Close combat was his forte, not long-range exchanges. He was now skilled in body refinement and close-quarters combat.

The distant rock formation deity specialized in supernatural techniques and spells, and would definitely not be as good at close combat as he was. If he could close the distance, the situation would change.

After a few brief exchanges, Yang Qifeng clearly understood his advantages and disadvantages.

He must attack where the enemy must defend. Yang Qifeng charged forward, abandoning the rock formation deity and heading directly for the large flag that was as red as blood.

The flag fluttered, drenched by the rain, becoming even more vivid, as if it contained blood that was about to seep out.

The black saber flipped, slicing upward diagonally. Flames spread like droplets of water. If one used pure divine sense to perceive, they would find that the flames condensed into a sea of fire, surging and boiling, centered around the black saber.

The target of this saber strike was not the rock formation deity but the large flag behind him.

The rock formation deity, who never left the flag, emitted a golden divine light. The light shone brightly, rapidly condensed, and formed a solid golden wall in an instant.

Bang! The flames collided with the golden light.

The path forward was blocked, and the flames erupted, rising higher and higher.

The rain continued to pour, meeting the flames, but instead of extinguishing them, it made the flames burn even more fiercely.

A sea of fire enveloped the rock formation deity and the flag.

Yang Qifeng transformed into a long rainbow, diving into the sea of fire, avoiding the area where the golden light appeared, and circling around from the side.

A golden figure blocked his path.

He extended his arm forward, and the golden light formed a net, sweeping forward.

The rainbow dissipated, and Yang Qifeng's figure appeared, the black saber slicing down from the air.

A move called "White Sun Breaking Dawn" was naturally unleashed.

The saber aura was like a rainbow, unstoppable, tearing the net apart, creating a gap.

The saber aura, mixed with flames, continued forward, sweeping toward the flag.

The rock formation deity, with reservations, remained immovable, his hand forming a spell, and a shadow appeared in front of him, resembling a colorful tiger, which swallowed the flames and the saber aura.

Under the influence of the qi, the shadow immediately collapsed.

A sneer appeared on Yang Qifeng's face. The rock formation deity, with his reservations, could not fully exert his strength. Even though Yang Qifeng's strength had dropped by a major realm, and the rock formation deity was now at the middle stage of the Primordial Spirit realm, which was beyond Yang Qifeng, the current battle was evenly matched.

No, it could be said that Yang Qifeng had the upper hand.

He relied on his agility, constantly maneuvering, avoiding direct confrontation with the rock formation deity.

The rainbow cut through the sky, moving back and forth.

Each time, Yang Qifeng was forced to retreat. Near where they fought, the red light of the flames and the golden divine light alternated and flashed.

The mist created by the rain was constantly illuminated.

Yang Qifeng continued to maneuver, seemingly making futile attempts, but he did not see it that way. Each futile attempt brought him closer to the rock formation deity.

Time passed, and the battle continued.

The rain had turned into a heavy downpour. The battle at the Great Marsh Demon General's location was extremely intense, and the interaction of qi could influence the celestial phenomena, which was enough to explain everything.

Closer, it was now.

After another futile attempt, Yang Qifeng charged forward, transforming into a long rainbow, his eyes cold, constantly calculating the distance between him and the rock formation deity.

The opportunity had arrived. He was less than ten feet away from the rock formation deity. At this distance, his momentum surged, and his demon core rapidly rotated, with 9,999 years of magical power running wild.

A shadow appeared behind him, the water rippling, boundless and endless, with waves rising higher and higher.

This was an ocean, with red light connecting to the horizon, gradually rising.

The rising sun, with its brilliant light.

Upon closer inspection, it was not the sun but a fire-red crow, slowly stepping out of the sea, transforming into a fireball, bringing red light.

The appearance of the shadow made his aura surge.

He still aimed the saber at the flag, the long saber slicing down, the trajectory mysterious.

The rock formation deity extended his long arm, and the area near the flag began to change, the divine light becoming solid.

Yang Qifeng's face was expressionless, neither sad nor happy. He flipped his hand, and the black saber in mid-air turned strangely.

The target of the attack was no longer the flag but the rock formation deity himself.

The saber aura was powerful, the force condensed and not dispersed. This saber strike was a display of profound mystery, the highest level of skill Yang Qifeng could muster.

The long saber fell, absorbing the surrounding qi and primordial energy, promoting the flames on the saber.

A faint, illusory shadow appeared, and everything around, whether plants or people, lost their vitality, turning to dust. All life was extinguished by this saber strike.

The rock formation deity had already anticipated the terrifying nature of this saber strike and did not hold back, unleashing his full power. The golden light was dense, emitting a sense of pressure, majestic and awe-inspiring. The rock formation deity, with the power of mountains and rivers, stood there like a mountain.

The power of mountains and rivers began to condense, forming a network, dense and layered, enveloping the black saber.

All the flames and saber auras were confined to a small space.

"This guy is a mountain deity with a name in the Heavenly Court," Yang Qifeng's eyes narrowed. Only a mountain deity could use the power of mountains and rivers to condense the laws of nature.

The Great Marsh Mountain had no mountain deity, but other mountain deities could temporarily use the power of mountains and rivers here.

It was like using the things in a house without an owner.

Although he was somewhat surprised, he did not return empty-handed. A golden light flashed in his hand.

He lunged forward, like a golden snake. Upon closer inspection, it was a net woven from golden threads, like a living thing, instantly binding half of the rock formation deity's body.

The golden light boiled, and the rock formation deity began to struggle.

Yang Qifeng waved his hand, and a huge shadow appeared out of nowhere.

Fish ears, drum nails, lotus petals, three legs!

The shadow of the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace was summoned, displaying its supreme state.

The rock formation deity, who was about to break free from the golden threads, momentarily stiffened.

With a fierce strike, an incomparable force emerged.

Crack! The Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace struck his forehead, splitting it open, and brain matter spewed out.

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