Chapter 45

"Kill!"

Yefeng, now covered in a black-golden armor after activating the Demon Lord Armor, felt a significant boost in his true qi and combat power.

Moreover, with the all-around protection of the Demon Lord Armor, Yefeng dared to fight the giant skeleton.

"Boom!"

Yefeng punched out, and a dark golden metal glove on his hand instantly glowed with a red demonic light, which shot out and formed a powerful red beam, instantly striking the giant skeleton's body.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

The giant skeleton was forced to retreat several steps, and it let out an angry roar.

Because the Demon Lord Armor originally belonged to the giant skeleton, but now Yefeng was using the Demon Lord Armor to injure it, which was an incredibly frustrating situation.

"The Demon Lord Armor is so powerful! Kid, we don't need to blow up the tunnel. Let's team up and take down this Demon Lord directly!" The scar-faced uncle's eyes lit up.

"The Demon Lord Armor is a heavenly-grade weapon. Its rank is too high. Even with my powerful true qi, I can't sustain using this armor for too long. We can't kill the giant skeleton. I can't hold on for much longer, so quickly continue blowing up the tunnel!" Yefeng immediately shouted at the scar-faced uncle.

"Alright!"

The scar-faced uncle's lips twitched, and he threw all the explosive spirit talismans in his hand.

Boom!!!

With a deafening explosion, the soil above their heads finally collapsed, and a large gap appeared above their heads, with blinding sunlight shining down.

"It's blown open!"

The scar-faced uncle excitedly shouted and suddenly used a very rare flying martial art, manifesting a pair of purple true qi wings on his back.

"Kid, let's go!"

The scar-faced uncle flapped his true qi wings, grabbed Yefeng, and the two instantly flew through the gap, emerging from underground to the surface.

"Boom!!"

The giant skeleton roared angrily underground, causing the entire ground to shake as if it were trying to break free.

"You must teach me this flying martial art!" On the ground, Yefeng grabbed the scar-faced uncle, not letting him leave, with a very eager look in his eyes.

Before reaching the Sealed Title Martial Realm, being able to fly was an unattainable wish for ordinary martial artists.

But Yefeng never expected that the scar-faced uncle actually had a flying martial art.

"Alright, since you've helped me so much, I'll give you this flying martial art, 'Purple Cloud Wings,' for free."

The scar-faced uncle pointed at Yefeng's forehead, and a martial art information appeared in Yefeng's mind.

"Kid, we've already divided the greatest treasure. I'm leaving. Slowly comprehend this Purple Cloud Wings. I hope the next time we meet, you've become a renowned figure. Then I might have to rely on you a bit."

The scar-faced uncle laughed and quickly ran away, disappearing in the distance.

Yefeng nodded in the direction the scar-faced uncle left and then headed towards the entrance of the Demon City.

Yefeng didn't choose to leave the Demon City immediately because, besides seizing the wealth from the treasury, he had another goal: to break through to the Heaven Martial Realm!

"The battlefield is now surely a sea of blood and countless casualties, which means there is a vast amount of blood qi and life essence..."

Yefeng's idea was simple: to sneak into the battlefield, secretly activate the Creation Furnace, and absorb the boundless blood qi from the battle, striving to break through the final bottleneck of the Spirit Martial Realm and enter the Heaven Martial Realm!

On the way, Yefeng was comprehending the martial art information of the flying martial art, 'Purple Cloud Wings.'

With the monstrous talent bestowed by the golden divine pill, in just half an hour, Yefeng's true qi surged, and two large purple wings condensed on his back.

The purple wings were entirely formed from true qi, emitting a brilliant purple light.

At this moment, combined with the fierce black-golden Demon Lord Armor covering his body, Yefeng looked like a royal figure descending from the demon race.

"Boom!"

Yefeng flapped his two purple wings, directly soaring into the sky, like a purple great roc with supreme power, ascending to the heavens.

At this moment, in a corner of the Demon City's wall, the scar-faced uncle arrived at the previous dog hole.

He turned his head slightly and suddenly saw a figure in black-golden armor, with two large purple wings flapping, ascending to the sky.

The scar-faced uncle was stunned for a moment and then muttered, "Freak."

How precious and complex was a flying martial art?

The scar-faced uncle found this inheritance in the tomb of a powerful demon race member years ago.

It took him half a year to condense the purple wings.

But now, it had been less than half an hour since he passed this martial art to Yefeng.

Yet Yefeng had already comprehended it, condensed the Purple Cloud Wings, and flown into the sky.

The scar-faced uncle was so shocked that his lips twitched.

"This little freak is too infuriating!" He cursed again, crawled out of the dog hole, and disappeared into the vast wilderness outside the Demon City...

...

Whoosh!

The Purple Cloud Wings were very fast. In a blink, Yefeng flew over a large area of the Demon City, passing through palaces, pavilions, and giant towers, arriving at the battlefield.

He dispelled the Purple Cloud Wings and descended from the sky.

Not far away, the battlefield had almost spread from the city gate to the center of the Demon City.

Yefeng, wrapped in the Demon Lord Armor, exuded a dense demonic aura, blending into the battlefield like a fully armed demon soldier.

No one would think that inside this fierce black-golden armor was a human.

At this moment, the true strong ones were battling in the sky, and the bodies of the fallen, whether demons or humans, continuously fell from the sky.

The ground was stained with blood, the atmosphere was extremely grim, and many ancient buildings were cracked and collapsed. Yefeng felt as if he had arrived at an ancient battlefield of Asura.

However, the battles on the ground were mainly between ordinary demon soldiers and ordinary martial artists from human factions.

So Yefeng felt no pressure, picked up a blood-stained war spear from the roadside, and pretended to charge into the battlefield.

But secretly, he activated the Creation Furnace,疯狂地吸收着战场上的血气精华，进行快速的吞噬炼化。

此时此刻，大战已经进行了整整几十个时辰，无数强者陨落，血染青天，跌落大地。