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The news of Wei Chengfeng's massacre of the demon race has spread like wildfire. In an instant, the cultivation world was in a state of panic, and all the major sects took action and began to prepare for battle. They knew that Wei Chengfeng's next target would be them.

When Wei Chengfeng's figure appeared on the vast wilderness at the edge of the cultivation world, thousands of cultivators had already laid an ambush there.

Instead of waiting to be passively approached, they should take the initiative.

Leading the group was Shen Feng, dressed in a green robe, holding a long sword, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the approaching black mist.

Once the black mist stepped into the formation they had set up, Shen Feng and the other sect leaders raised their hands and gave orders to their disciples.

"Do it!"

With a roar, his voice boomed like thunder, exploding across the wasteland.

In an instant, thousands of sect disciples moved in unison, illuminating the entire wasteland with the rising and falling magical light, as if it were daytime.

Some disciples rode flying swords, forming a fierce sword formation, like a group of silver dragons, swooping down from the sky towards Wei Chengfeng.

Each flying sword was imbued with immense sword energy, emitting a sharp whistling sound as it sliced ​​through the air.

At the same time, the disciples with the Ice Spirit Root quickly formed hand seals, and countless ice spikes condensed from their fingertips, carrying a bone-chilling cold, shooting towards Wei Chengfeng like a dense rain of arrows.

Meanwhile, the fire spirit root disciple activated his internal spiritual power, summoning raging flames that transformed into a giant fire python, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced on its target.

Wei Chengfeng was at the center of the formation, but he was not afraid at all.

He coldly raised his eyes, soared into the sky, and spread his arms to look down at them disdainfully.

"A bunch of ants, how dare they be so insolent in front of me!"

He roared to the sky, and black mist surged wildly around him, like a black tsunami.

In the blink of an eye, the black mist condensed into a huge black shield, completely protecting him within it.

The flying swords struck the shield, producing a piercing metallic clang, and were all thrown back. The ice spikes pierced the shield, but were instantly swallowed by the black mist, turning into wisps of white vapor. As soon as the fire python approached the shield, it was sucked into the black mist by a powerful suction force and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this, Shen Feng frowned. He knew that Wei Chengfeng's strength was beyond imagination, so he immediately transmitted his voice to the other sect leaders beside him: "This Wei Chengfeng is indeed troublesome. We cannot fight alone. We need to work together to activate the formation!"

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded and channeled their spiritual energy into the formation beneath their feet.

In an instant, the entire formation shone brightly, and various elemental forces intertwined to form a huge pillar of light that shot towards Wei Chengfeng.

Wei Chengfeng sensed the powerful force contained within the pillar of light. His eyes sharpened, and he quickly formed hand seals while chanting incantations.

Under his control, the black mist condensed into a giant black demonic hand, which rushed towards the pillar of light.

The demonic hand collided with the beam of light, producing a deafening roar, and the powerful energy fluctuations distorted the surrounding air.

The entire wasteland trembled violently, huge cracks appeared in the ground, and dust billowed up, obscuring the sky.

In the fierce confrontation, Wei Chengfeng gradually felt the pressure from the formation increasing.

He was secretly furious. He suddenly shouted, and the black mist around him instantly swelled several times, transforming into countless black blades that flew wildly in all directions.

These sharp blades were extremely fast, piercing through the cultivators' defenses like lightning. Many disciples were struck by the blades and fell to the ground screaming in agony.

Shen Feng looked at his injured disciple, his heart filled with grief, but he knew he could not back down at this moment.

He gritted his teeth, mobilized all his spiritual power once again, and unleashed his ultimate technique—Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source.

The longsword in his hand shone brightly, and countless sword energies surged from its blade, converging in the air to form a massive golden sword that exuded a chilling aura.

"Wei Chengfeng, prepare to die!" Shen Feng roared, manipulating the golden sword to slash at Wei Chengfeng.

At the same time, the other sect leaders also unleashed their unique skills, and in an instant, various powerful magical lights intertwined, enveloping Wei Chengfeng.

Wei Chengfeng sensed an unprecedented crisis, and his eyes turned crazed.

He recklessly unleashed the demonic energy within his body, and the black mist, like a raging black dragon, roared as it charged towards the magical lights.

The black dragon clashed fiercely with numerous spells in mid-air, unleashing a dazzling light and a powerful shockwave that sent the surrounding cultivators flying.

The entire wasteland was utterly destroyed by this powerful force, the once lush vegetation vanished, leaving only scorched earth.

Just when everyone thought Wei Chengfeng was about to be destroyed, a black figure rushed out from the light. Although Wei Chengfeng was injured and his demonic energy was slightly disordered, he still exuded a chilling aura.

In contrast, many of Shen Feng's group were dressed in rags, covered in wounds, some kneeling on one knee, others supporting each other, their eyes filled with shock and fear.

Wei Chengfeng's strength had already surpassed everyone in the entire cultivation world. Even if all the people like Shen Feng were combined, they could only...

"Is this all you've got? You think you can kill me?" Wei Chengfeng laughed wildly, his laughter echoing across the desolate wasteland, filled with endless mockery.

He moved his hands rapidly, and the remaining demonic energy around him quickly gathered as if it were alive, condensing into a black demonic sphere that emitted a ghostly light in his palm.

Strange runes pulsed across the surface of the magic sphere, faintly exuding an aura of destruction.

Shen Feng's face turned deathly pale. He suppressed the surging blood and qi within him and swung his long sword, attempting to organize his defense once again.

However, before he could make a move, Wei Chengfeng suddenly threw the magic ball. The magic ball instantly transformed into countless black chains, sweeping towards the crowd with lightning speed.

Wherever these chains went, the space rippled and groaned under their unbearable weight.

Lin Yu, Su Yao, Long Yi, Yun Qisheng and the others followed behind Shen Feng. The moment Wei Chengfeng threw out the magic ball, the three of them had their pupils shrink, and a strong aura of death rushed towards them.

Long Yi reacted the fastest. He shouted, his spiritual power surging wildly around him, and the spear in his hand instantly burst out with a dazzling light. The spear tip pointed forward, trying to cut the flying chain.

However, the power of the black chains far exceeded his expectations. As soon as they made contact, the spear creaked under the strain. Then, a tremendous force surged through the spear, causing Long Yi's tiger's mouth to split open, blood to splatter, and he was sent flying backward.

Su Yao immediately activated the Xuan Yin Shield, attempting to shield everyone from the chains' attack.

But the black chains pierced through the shield with ease, coiling around her limbs like venomous snakes. Su Yao let out a scream as demonic energy rapidly eroded her body along the chains. Her skin began to turn black, her eyes became bloodshot, and her long, black hair instantly turned white.