Global Demon Transformation.

Chapter 713 Turtle in the Urn
For an instant.

Inside the City of Witchfall, those who heard the roar all looked up at the sky.

In some people's sight, a dark figure flashed past in the azure sky, moving so fast that the person's shape and appearance were completely obscured.

At this moment, the people looking up were filled with astonishment and doubt.

Lin Feng?!
This is a human name.

However, in the Divine Martial Continent, the name is widely known.

It can even be compared to the invincible powerhouse, Haishan.

Of course, one is something to look up to and revere, while the other is something to hate and be infamous for.

Lin Feng is clearly the latter.

Lin Feng's information and achievements are well known to everyone.

His exorbitant bounty was enough to tempt anyone, including emperors.

Without a doubt, this is a name that evokes disgust, hatred, fear, and helplessness.

In the Divine Martial Continent, this name is synonymous with slaughter and bloodshed.

Because every time that name is heard, it is accompanied by the death of a fellow countryman.

In terms of sheer numbers of killings, few humans can compare to Lin Feng.

Despite their loathing and hatred for Lin Feng, the people of the Divine Martial Continent had to admit his extraordinary talent and strength.

Lin Feng's existence overshadowed all the geniuses of the Divine Martial Continent, leaving them unable to even lift their heads.

This is not an exaggeration at all.

Lin Feng has now grown into a king, leaving all the geniuses far behind.

If it weren't for Lin Feng's interference, they might have already set foot in that safe and enduring world.

"real or fake?"

People stood rooted to the spot, too afraid to move, gradually recovering from the shock.

They looked bewildered, wondering if they had misheard.

How could a human with an astronomical bounty, hated by everyone in the Divine Martial Continent, have the courage to set foot in Witchfall City?

To set foot in this city that has produced so many emperors?

What is he doing here?
Does he really have the guts?

Everyone was incredulous, but from the look in the other person's eyes, they knew they hadn't misheard.

It's Lin Feng!
That damn name!

"Grab him, that's Lin Feng."

Suddenly someone shouted, crouched slightly, and leaped up, reaching a height of over 100 meters, rushing towards the dark figure at an extremely fast speed, clearly also a master.

"It feels like human presence."

"It's Lin Feng!"

"kill him!"

Shouts echoed throughout Wuyun City.

There is no difference in height and build between humans and superhumans; the only difference is in their facial features, which can be faked.

Makeup is a uniquely human skill.

And their aura can be concealed, making it difficult to detect even at close range.

However, when humans use soul skills or martial arts techniques, the fluctuations of their soul power and spiritual power, which are different from those of cultivators on the Divine Martial Continent, can be clearly distinguished.

Many people ignored the order to "stay put" and chased after Lin Feng from all directions.

At this moment, the crowd chasing after them had no distinction of strength, gender, or age.

Everyone looked furious.

This scene is breathtaking.

If anyone sees this, it will surely shock Lin Feng's reputation in the Divine Martial Continent.

That was someone everyone wanted to kill!
The hatred towards Lin Feng has no limits based on age or strength.

Such a hostile being is probably only found among a handful of people besides Lin Feng.

Am I really that annoying?

In mid-air, listening to the deafening roar of various foul curses and seeing those angry faces filled with murderous intent, Lin Feng felt a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing feelings, thoughts, and reflections).

Despite his感慨 (feelings of deep emotion), Lin Feng maintained his speed and dared not stop.

While flapping his spiritual wings and flying through the air, he used his Substitute Soul Skill, his dark and deep eyes quickly scanning the surrounding crowd, constantly switching positions with the other people to avoid being surrounded.

"I caught you!"

Suddenly, a tall figure appeared before Lin Feng, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind.

He was a middle-aged man who was over two meters tall.

The man had a cold and stern face, with a very ferocious scar on his left cheek, making him look extremely vicious.

At this moment, his eyes revealed excitement and bloodlust as he swung a blood-red longsword at Lin Feng's head.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered, staining the man's face and lips. A smile had just appeared on his lips, but it suddenly froze.

The severed head belonged to an elderly man with white hair; it was not Lin Feng at all.

"Damn substitute soul skill." The middle-aged man suddenly looked down, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, but all he could see were figures, and quite a few of them were dressed in black.

In such a chaotic situation, it was indeed difficult to find Lin Feng for the time being.

"there!"

Someone shouted, and the middle-aged man's eyes instantly locked onto the direction from which the sound came. Following the direction a woman was pointing, he spotted Lin Feng.

But it only lasted for two seconds.

Soon, Lin Feng disappeared into the crowd again.

In such a chaotic situation, the already powerful Stand ability proved even more effective.

Clearly, the chaotic situation was very beneficial to Lin Feng.

"Those who are not kings, stand still!"

An elderly man with a fair complexion and a effeminate demeanor suddenly roared, causing the pursuing crowd to stop in their tracks, their eyes filled with resentment and murderous intent.

The chaotic situation began to stabilize, and Lin Feng's figure soon reappeared in sight.

"The situation is terrible."

Lin Feng's expression was solemn.

[Substitute] is indeed a divine skill, but it consumes a lot of soul power.

In less than two minutes, after using it more than twenty times, Lin Feng felt that most of his soul power had been consumed.

Lin Feng dared not continue to use his skills recklessly.

Lin Feng shuddered after only a brief pause in the air.

He found himself locked out.

Lin Feng turned to the side, and a golden arrow appeared before him, silent and ghost-like, at a distance of less than ten meters.

Helpless, Lin Feng could only continue using his substitute.

"puff"

An arrow pierced his chest, and the extraordinary king looked down at his empty chest, his heart nowhere to be seen. With a hint of resentment in his eyes, he fell to the ground from mid-air.

"Surround Lin Feng first. He has a substitute soul skill that can instantly switch positions. I'm going to open the barrier. None of you should use any lethal attacks."

The old man continued shouting.

The fierce offensive began to slow down, or even disappear, with only a golden arrow following closely behind Lin Feng, inseparable no matter how he changed positions.

"here we go again."

Lin Feng looked to his left, his body shifting to the side, and a golden arrow grazed his cheek.

Soon, a third arrow appeared.

The three arrows also pointed Lin Feng in the right direction.

Even if Lin Feng uses his clone to quickly change positions, the three arrows will still appear in the next second once he is locked on.

Lin Feng felt even more pressure because of this.

These arrows were not only troublesome, but they also pointed out his location.

The more chaotic the situation, the greater Lin Feng's chance of escaping.

The well-organized encirclement and killing now poses a great danger to him.

Lin Feng looked around and realized that he was surrounded by enemies.

"Two emperors, at least seventeen kings, and many more in secret."

Lin Feng looked around; he was already surrounded by the enemy.

The enemy neither launched an attack nor approached easily, clearly intending to surround him.

Meanwhile, the crowd underground stopped watching and moved away from the battle, not giving Lin Feng a chance to use his [Stand] technique.

"Hey."

Lin Feng sighed softly.

In the face of a team, an individual's strength is insignificant and powerless.

Even he was the same.

Or rather, even the invincible Dragon King Haishan was no exception.

Invincible is only invincible on an individual level; it does not mean one can disregard the strength of the group.

Perhaps a demigod could be one.

This is also why Lin Feng wanted to establish the Avengers.

Lin Feng flapped his spiritual wings and hovered in mid-air, no longer dodging, because a dark yellow barrier was rapidly spreading out from him as the center point. In just a few seconds, the diameter of the barrier exceeded five hundred meters.

Within a 500-meter radius, the crowd of onlookers was kept isolated.

The barrier continued to expand, soon exceeding one kilometer.

"Lin Feng has been caught."

"Haha, I'm going to cut off his head myself."

"Don't let him die easily. Cut his flesh piece by piece. I want to use his soul as a soul lamp so that he will never be able to be reborn after death."

A pair of cruel eyes stared at Lin Feng, and chilling words were uttered.

In the eyes of the supernatural beings, Lin Feng was now completely trapped.