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

A melee broke out instantly.

But the Great Demon, the Lord and several powerful men did not take action.

……

at this time,

At the far end of the battlefield on the eighteenth floor, in the twisted dark void, suddenly came another extremely violent energy fluctuation and earth-shaking shouts of killing.

Faintly, it seemed as if another team was attacking the same entrance to the next floor from a different direction.

The aura of that team was majestic and ancient, completely different from Ning Feng and the others, with a sense of wildness, sacredness and determination.

The Great Demon's single eye suddenly flashed with brilliance as he looked in that direction and said in a deep voice, "Support? Of course! We're not the only ones traveling this upstream path!"

“They…are coming!”

"Who?"

Ning Feng asked doubtfully.

The Great Demon God did not explain, but smiled mysteriously, "Just wait and see, it should be a surprise for you."

Ning Feng didn't know what they were keeping in suspense.

But as the upstream path quickly became clear, Ning Feng saw figures appearing in the void.

Even though their bodies were broken, they were still full of fighting spirit, and they exuded an aura of majesty.

Soon, he actually felt an extremely familiar feeling.

One share, two shares, three shares...

Each one is extremely familiar, as if they are connected by blood.

One of them was extremely strong.

Ning Feng was confused, but gradually he had some guesses.

At this moment, he suddenly looked excited.

Ning Feng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the resonance deep in his blood became clearer and clearer, almost bursting out of his body.

He stared at the twisted void.

I saw a figure with brilliant divine light, but also with fatigue and scars. Like a rock going against the torrent of time, it tore through the space at the edge of the chaotic battlefield and rushed out.

The leader had a figure as tall as a mountain. Although his armor was damaged and stained with dark divine blood and dust, his face also showed the vicissitudes of life that had been experienced through endless hardships.

But the determination between his brows, the unyielding look in his eyes, and the thunder and fighting spirit that swirled around him, which were of the same origin as Ning Feng's, yet even more ancient and majestic...

Ning Feng's pupils suddenly contracted and his breathing suddenly stopped.

That face...

A face that has appeared countless times in dreams and expectations.

"Father?!"

An unbelievable cry almost squeezed out from the depths of Ning Feng's throat.

The leading figure seemed to sense something and suddenly turned around to look.

When his gaze passed through the chaotic battlefield and fell on Ning Feng.

A trace of extreme astonishment first flashed across that weather-beaten face, and then unbelievable ecstasy and excitement burst out in those deep eyes.

“Feng…Feng’er?!!”

Ning Zhan's voice was hoarse but full of power, carrying a kind of longing and disbelief that spanned eternity.

He actually abandoned the enemy in front of him, turned into a stream of light, instantly crossed the battlefield, and appeared in front of Ning Feng.

The father and son, on this battlefield of heaven with mountains of corpses and seas of blood and thousands of wails, looked into each other's eyes from a short distance away.

Ning Zhan stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if wanting to touch Ning Feng's cheek, but was afraid that it was just a dream.

"It's really you... You've grown up... and become so powerful..."

His voice was choked, and the iron-blooded god of war's eyes suddenly turned red.

Following Ning Zhan, a group of powerful men exuding an ancient sacred aura, all injured, also gathered together.

There were not many of them, only a few hundred or so.

But each of them had a deep and powerful aura, and even the weakest one emitted fluctuations far beyond those of an ordinary emperor.

Many of them also carry the sacred aura unique to the gods.

However, compared to the Celestial Clan that Ning Feng knew, they were more brutal and sharp, having been tempered by blood and fire.

The leader was an old man with white hair and beard, but his body was as burly as a dragon. His face was somewhat similar to Ning Zhan, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, as if he could see through the ages.

The aura flowing around him even made the Great Demon God and the Co-Lord beside him look sideways.