God Slayer: Make Up for the Past

Thick darkness surged in like a tide, swallowing up the last shreds of light. Chu Feng felt his movements slow, as if he were stuck in a quagmire, each step incredibly difficult. The surroundings grew blurry, the twisted shadows of trees swaying before him like savage monsters. He Xieling's figure lurked in the darkness, like a dormant venomous snake, waiting for its chance to strike. He had no idea what He Xieling was plotting, but a deep sense of unease welled up within him.

The evil energy grew thicker, like a cancer in the flesh, corroding Chu Feng's body. His wounds began to worsen, and the bleeding that had stopped once again seeped out, staining his clothes red. The intense pain made it almost impossible for him to concentrate. The world before him began to spin, and his ears were buzzing. But he knew he couldn't fall. Pan Yue was still fighting, and he had to persevere.

"Chu Feng!" Pan Yue's weak cry came from a distance, his voice mixed with pain and anxiety.

Chu Feng struggled to open his eyes, wanting to respond to Pan Yue, but he found he didn't even have the strength to speak. He struggled to stand, but fell to the ground again and again. Despair, like a cold, poisonous snake, coiled around his heart, nearly suffocating him.

At that moment, he sensed a strange energy wave coming from deep within the mountain. Though faint, it carried a familiar aura. It was Pan Yue! He had succeeded!

A glimmer of hope ignited in Chu Feng's heart. He concentrated hard, sensing the energy fluctuations. The energy fluctuations grew stronger, and the evil energy around him gradually dissipated. He saw Pan Yue's figure emerge from the darkness, his face pale and his body shaky, but a determined light gleamed in his eyes.

"Chu Feng, hold on!" Pan Yue's voice came again, this time full of power.

As Pan Yue moved, a dazzling light suddenly shone from the depths of the mountain. Like a sharp sword, it pierced the thick darkness and dispelled the surrounding evil spirits. Chu Feng felt his body lighten, and the oppressive feeling vanished. He took a deep breath and felt his strength returning to him.

He clenched his fists and struggled to his feet. The wound still hurt, but it no longer affected his movements. He looked at Pan Yue, his eyes filled with gratitude and determination.

"Pan Yue..." Chu Feng's voice was hoarse, but full of strength, "Let's go together..."

Suddenly, the ground shook violently, and an even more powerful evil energy erupted from the depths of the mountain behind, enveloping the recently dispelled darkness once again. He Xieling's voice, like a whisper from hell, echoed in the air: "Do you think you can stop me like this? You are so naive..."

The dazzling light, like the breaking dawn, ripped through the thick darkness and dispelled the suffocating evil spirits. Chu Feng greedily breathed in the fresh air, feeling a long-lost sense of relief. Pan Yue's figure loomed large in the light. His face was pale, his body shaky, yet he stood firm, like a guardian deity.

"I've cracked a portion of the formation," Pan Yue's voice was weak, yet tinged with excitement. "This power can temporarily suppress He Xieling, but it won't last long."

Chu Feng clenched his fists, feeling the power surge back into his body. He knew this was the perfect time for them to strike back. He looked at Pan Yue, his eyes filled with gratitude: "Well done, Pan Yue!"

However, the excruciating pain forced him to confront his situation. A burning sensation shot through his wounds, and the blood loss left him dizzy and dazed. Every movement felt like being pricked by needles. He began to struggle internally: should he attack now, or heal his wounds first? Time was running out; He Xieling could return at any moment. If he ignored his injuries, he would likely collapse before he could even reach He Xieling, which would only hinder Pan Yue.

He gritted his teeth, sweat streaming down his forehead. He knew he couldn't hesitate and had to make a choice. Pan Yue's situation wasn't optimistic either. Maintaining the formation required a huge amount of spiritual energy, and he could tell Pan Yue was nearing his limit.

"Chu Feng," Pan Yue's voice came again, with a hint of anxiety, "How are you?"

Chu Feng took a deep breath, suppressed the pain in his body, and tried to make himself look more energetic: "I'm fine, let's go!"

Deep down, he made a decision. Take a chance! He knew he couldn't retreat. For Pan Yue, for those innocent students, and for the future of the God-Slaying World, he had to fight on!

Chu Feng mobilized the remaining Night Watchman power within him, and a warm current surged through his body, temporarily suppressing the pain from his injuries. He felt much lighter, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. A determined glint shone in his eyes. He knew this was his last trump card, his only hope.

"Pan Yue, cover me!" Chu Feng shouted, and his figure shot towards He Xieling like an arrow.

He Xieling had just recovered from the shock of his formation being broken, and before he could react, he saw Chu Feng rushing towards him like a madman. A trace of contempt flashed in his eyes. A mere trainee night watchman dared to challenge his authority?

However, Chu Feng's speed far exceeded his imagination. He didn't even have time to gather his evil spirit to defend himself before Chu Feng's figure approached.

"You..." He Xieling's eyes widened in shock, "You're looking for death!"

Chu Feng's speed was astonishing, like a flash of black lightning, and he was in front of He Xieling in an instant. The sharp blade in his hand cut through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, and pierced He Xieling's chest. In a hurry, He Xieling could only gather a ball of evil energy to protect himself.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, Chu Feng's blade collided with the evil spirit, triggering a powerful wave of energy. He Xieling was thrown back several steps, a look of disbelief on his face. He hadn't expected a mere trainee Night Watchman to unleash such powerful force.

"You...you actually..." He Xieling looked at Chu Feng in horror, his eyes full of panic.

"It's too late to be scared now!" Chu Feng snorted coldly and rushed forward again. The sharp blade in his hand was like a spirit snake, constantly attacking He Xieling's defense, and each attack was filled with fierce murderous intent.

Pan Yue watched the battle situation closely from the side. He constantly adjusted the output of the formation, sending streams of pure spiritual power into Chu Feng's body to help him suppress his injuries and maintain his combat effectiveness.

"Chu Feng, be careful of his evil attack!" Pan Yue warned loudly.

Chu Feng quickly dodged upon hearing this. He Xie Ling's evil attack was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, chasing him relentlessly. Chu Feng dodged while looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

He Xieling's attacks became increasingly frantic, his figure like a ghost, erratic and elusive in the air. Chu Feng's body was already covered in several wounds, and blood continued to flow out, staining his clothes red.

"Damn it!" Chu Feng cursed inwardly. He knew he couldn't delay any longer.

He took a deep breath, mobilized all the Night's Watch power in his body, and concentrated all his strength on the blade in his hand.

"Break it for me!"

Chu Feng roared angrily and swung the sharp blade in his hand suddenly. A dazzling light cut through the darkness and hit He Xieling's chest hard.

"what!"

He Xieling let out a scream, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground.

The students around saw this scene and cheered.

"Chu Feng, good job!"

"defeat him!"

"we won!"

Chu Feng endured the severe pain in his body and slowly stood up. He looked at He Xieling lying on the ground, his eyes full of vigilance. He knew that He Xieling had not been completely defeated.

Sure enough, He Xieling struggled to get up from the ground, his face full of anger and unwillingness.

"You...you ants..." He Xieling's voice was hoarse and low, full of resentment.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes turned blood red, and a powerful evil force burst out from his body, like a volcanic eruption, sweeping across the entire back mountain.

"I want you all...to die!"

The earth began to tremble, trees began to fall, and the sky became dark, as if the end of the world was about to come.

Chu Feng and Pan Yue's faces changed drastically. They felt a strong sense of oppression, as if a mountain was pressing on them, making it difficult for them to breathe.

"What...what kind of power is this..." Pan Yue looked at He Xieling in horror and said in a trembling voice.

Chu Feng held the sharp blade tightly in his hand, his eyes full of determination.

"Pan Yue, be careful!" Chu Feng pushed Pan Yue away and faced the powerful evil force himself.

"Chu Feng!" Pan Yue exclaimed and wanted to stop Chu Feng, but it was too late.

Chu Feng's figure was swallowed by the darkness and disappeared.

Pan Yue looked at the abyss-like darkness before him and muttered to himself, "Chu Feng..."