Quick Wear High Martial Arts: The system wants me to be a dog

There was dead silence between heaven and earth.

Only in the center of the destructive storm, the energy was like billions of crazy dragons, tearing and roaring, completely turning that space into a furnace of chaos.

The blinding light swallowed up all colors, and the fragments of the law were like broken glass.

In the violent torrent of energy, splashing and annihilation.

Even someone as strong as the Stone Clan's ancestor could only use the law of petrification to protect his body, struggling to stay on the edge of the terrifying shock wave, not daring to get any closer.

The Blood Demon King's remaining head was suspended in the distance, half of his face had been swept by the aftermath of the previous incident, it was charred like charcoal, and the hideous demonic patterns were blurred.

His only remaining eye stared at the swirling vortex of destruction. Deep in his scarlet pupils, there was the fear of surviving a disaster and a hint of disbelief.

Ning Feng is too strong, much stronger than ordinary saints.

"Dead? This damned netherworld bastard...finally..."

His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper.

The only remaining elder of the Xuanbing clan, half of his icy body was covered with spider-web-like cracks, and his coldness was so weak that it was almost extinguished.

He gasped for breath, ice chips falling from the corners of his mouth. "With such power... even a Saint... would be shattered to pieces..."

Only half of the High Priest of Plants' cane remained, and there was no trace of gloating on his withered face, only deep fear.

He urged the remaining essence of plants and trees, and countless tiny vines intertwined in front of him to form a final barrier. However, the vines quickly withered and charred in the aftermath of the energy storm.

His heart was pounding, and his mind was filled with the scene of his final confrontation with Ning Feng.

god of death,

This child must die, otherwise there will be no peace in the star realm.

The demigod leader stood behind a golden shield, with the oracle floating in front of him, emitting a magnificent divine power, barely blocking most of the destructive impact.

His face turned slightly pale. The recoil force brought about by Ning Feng's desperate attack just now was transmitted through the oracle, and even made the palm holding the oracle feel a little numb.

He stared at the surging light and heat in front of him with cold eyes, but his heart was not completely sure.

The Earthlings were like indestructible cockroaches, breaking their predictions time and time again.

Sure enough, in this dead silence of waiting and suspicion,

"boom!!!"

The core of the churning chaos furnace suddenly collapsed inward for a moment, as if some of its energy was swallowed by an invisible giant mouth.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable violent suction force suddenly erupted.

"Ugh!"

Several powerful royals who were nearby were caught off guard, their protective light dimmed instantly, and the energy in their bodies was forcibly drained away like a flood.

They let out shrill screams.

Then, the body shrank visibly, and the essence of life turned into streams of light, which involuntarily flowed towards the core of chaos.

"Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art! He's not dead yet!"

The Blood Demon King was horrified, and his remaining head retreated frantically, trying to get away from the terrifying suction vortex.

At the center of the collapse, a figure re-condensed in the endless torrent of light, heat and energy.

It’s Ning Feng!

His condition was extremely dire.

The holy body that originally exuded a chaotic luster was now covered with shocking cracks, like porcelain that was about to break.

Purple holy blood continued to seep out from the cracks, and then instantly evaporated in the violent energy.

His battle robe had long since turned to ashes, revealing his naked upper body and muscular build.

However, wounds deep enough to see the bone can be seen everywhere, and even bones with a chaotic luster can be seen inside.

His hair was disheveled and his face was stained with blood. Only his eyes were burning with a flame that was far more scorching and colder than the Nine Heavens Holy Thunder.

Chaotic energy and violent thunder rushed wildly around him, forming a huge vortex that madly devoured the energy that permeated the battlefield.

Rumble,

Whether it is the dissipated holy power, the filthy blood, or the hard petrified laws.