# Chapter 1359: Demon's Mournful Howl
"Kill!" From Yiren Lei's lips, an icy cold voice descended. Terrifying Essence ice crystals pierced into the opponent's throat, directly freezing and killing his head.
"Boom crack!" A terrifying frozen palm force penetrated that person's body. Yiren Lei watched as the man's body instantly exploded, turning into fragments. The dreadful frozen handprint pierced through his palm and struck her chest. A cracking sound rang out as her body slammed heavily into Lin Feng, half of her body frozen solid, as if her power could no longer gather.
Of the nine, Lin Feng had killed four, she had killed one. Four powerful enemies remained. Among these four, three had combat power at the Sixth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm, and one was at the Sovereign Lord level. That seemed more than enough to take her life.
Those four also seemed to know that Lin Feng's life was already in the palm of their hands. They exchanged glances with each other, showing some wariness. To have fought to such a tragic extent—twenty-nine experts reduced to just the final four—the thought made their hearts tremble with fear. It wasn't that Lin Feng's combat power was so formidable; rather, his battle will was too fierce and terrifying, and they could not unite their hearts, allowing Lin Feng to continuously cut down many of them.
Fortunately, Lin Feng was finally about to fall. Unable even to break the ice seal, he could only await their slaughter. As long as they first killed the woman before Lin Feng—though she was beautiful, their hearts sought martial arts, how could they be seduced by a beauty? Anyone who blocked them at this moment would be slain.
The cold, proud beauty turned her head back, smiling radiantly, a smile that could topple cities. Reaching out, Yiren Lei's jade hand brushed over Lin Feng's frozen cheek. She laughed and said, "I believe you can overcome this, right? Don't forget, you once said that when I become the Ice Snow Goddess, you would capture me to warm your bed!"
A trace of captivating charm flickered across Yiren Lei's face as she smiled. "I will become the Ice Snow Goddess, but you, as a man, must remember the promise you made!"
Lin Feng's eyes trembled slightly. His consciousness was still very clear, but his power seemed to have been completely consumed. His body, his bloodline—all were frozen and condensed, leaving only a pair of cold demonic pupils. Watching Yiren Lei's city-toppling smile, Lin Feng felt that at this moment, she was more beautiful than ever.
"Go make your promises in hell!" Frozen energy descended as a massive Nether Cold palm print pressed down from above, intending to obliterate Yiren Lei alive.
"Boom!" A vast frozen shield seemed to materialize, crashing against the giant palm print above, but it was crushed to pieces in an instant. Terrifying Nether Cold Qi rampaged wildly over Yiren Lei's body, making her feel as if her entire being had stiffened, as if she too would be frozen like Lin Feng.
"Die!" Another Nether Cold ancient cauldron descended, blasting toward Yiren Lei.
Yiren Lei struggled to raise her palm to block. A cracking sound rang out—the sound of bones shattering—yet she seemed to feel no pain, because that arm had been frozen solid. But her feet still stood before Lin Feng, unwavering.
Behind Yiren Lei, Lin Feng watched the fragile figure before him. The demonic intent in his pupils seemed to burn, to roar, as if gathering his own Demon King. The terrifying demonic will grew even stronger.
"Man, I believe you can do it!" Yiren Lei turned around. Her pale face still bore a captivating smile that could enchant all beings, as if she had always been like this.
"Boom rumble!" Attacks descended from the sky once more. Another person made a move, wanting to first kill Yiren Lei. Only then would they join forces to kill Lin Feng. Who killed Yiren Lei didn't matter; what mattered was who killed Lin Feng.
"Desire of form, desire of shape, desire of sound, desire of appearance, desire of touch, desire of sensation—Six Desires, burn!" A kind of flame seemed to appear on Yiren Lei's body, merging with the ice. The Six Desires burned, ice and fire fused. At this moment, the four men opposite saw Yiren Lei and felt their hearts sway, unable to extricate themselves. The thoughts of the Six Desires seemed to ignite.
"Boom!" A terrifying palm force struck Yiren Lei's body. The burning Six Desires seemed about to freeze, yet she still did not yield. Standing there, she spat out a cold sound: "Illusion!"
Suddenly, the few seemed to fall into a desire illusion realm, unable to extricate themselves. However, ice continuously spread over Yiren Lei's body, as if she were battling within the illusion.
"Crack!" Yiren Lei's body gradually turned to ice and snow, covering her form, as if she would follow Lin Feng's fate. Even burning the Six Desires to boost her combat power, the remaining four had firm wills and still wanted to kill her.
"Kill!" Yiren Lei suddenly shouted coldly. Her icy long hair flew wildly. Her body suddenly moved, taking advantage of their entrapment in the illusion. A frozen palm print struck one person's head, killing him. But equally, a terrifying attack blasted her flying, slamming her heavily against the wall. It seemed the divine hall itself shook. Her internal organs felt as if they would shatter. Her body rolled on the ground. The peerless beauty lay softly on her back, her long hair turning into strands of ice, spreading across the floor. A beauty on the verge of death, yet still heartbreakingly beautiful.
By chance, she lay at Lin Feng's feet. Her beautiful eyes, looking at Lin Feng, still held a smile, as if this smile would never disappear before Lin Feng.
Lin Feng's pitch-black demonic pupils looked down at his feet. What he saw was no fear, no panic—only that moving, enchanting smile, as if she had always been like this.
"Man, remember... you still owe me a promise!" Yiren Lei's red lips were coated with ice. Trembling, she spat out a faint voice, heart-shaking.
Lin Feng's pitch-black demonic pupils burned. Unyielding demonic thoughts, frenzied demonic thoughts, world-dominating demonic thoughts merged with the remnant thoughts of the Nine Nether Demon Emperor, intertwining madly.
Die? He could not die. He still had Meng Qing, who had always accompanied him, walking out from Black Wind Ridge, singing all the way, reaching today. He still had Xinye, Yuexin, Liu Fei, Xiao Ya, his family. He still had to find Youyou. He had too many longings. He still had to look down upon heaven and earth, stand atop the Nine Heavens clouds. And... he could not let Yiren Lei die before him like this!
Demon—it was a will, a will that dominated past and present. Thus, some fell into the demonic path, unable to extricate themselves, because their will was controlled by demonic will, making them demon slaves. Lin Feng had once fallen like this.
A wisp of demonic intent began to spread, as if trying to break through the frozen body.
"Boom!" At this moment, the remaining three experts simultaneously attacked Lin Feng. Now, no one could stop them. And only three remained. The time to take life had come.
"Boom crack!" The Nether Cold ancient cauldron attacked Lin Feng. But just as it struck, a frozen giant hand appeared beside it, suddenly grabbing its body—it was the last expert with Sovereign Lord level combat power.
"Scram!" That man roared furiously, fiercely tangling with the other. The remaining one grinned viciously, slapping the Nether Cold ancient cauldron away, and charged toward Lin Feng with a sinister smile. Lin Feng's life was his.
Frozen fingertips reached toward Lin Feng's eyes, intending to kill him through his pupils. But when his gaze met those pupils, his eyes suddenly froze there. The eternal demon lord pierced through his eyes, shattered his will, making his body tremble violently. Then, the Nine Nether Melody intertwined in his mind. A layer of demonic intent covered his body. When he was about to reach Lin Feng, he suddenly stopped. Then, his body slowly turned, looking at the final figure rushing over.
"Boom crack!" This person actually attacked the one charging at Lin Feng. Demonic Qi covered his body. He had become a demon puppet. Lin Feng's demonic will seemed even stronger. Activating the Nine Nether Melody, with a single glance, he shattered the will of this Third Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm cultivator. The Nine Nether Demon Melody pierced through his body, seized his will, and turned him into a demon puppet.
"His life is mine!" The Sovereign Lord level expert laughed coldly. His five fingers extended together, transforming into a martial river blade, stabbing out, piercing the demon puppet's head. Then, with a sudden tremor, the demon puppet was destroyed, frozen, and flung far away. Before him, only Lin Feng remained.
With the death of each expert, the various domain powers had long since dissipated. The crowd watched the battle, so tragic that only two people still stood, one of them frozen solid. Their hearts trembled with fear. Just now, Lin Feng had used his eyes to control one person, making him fight for him, only to be destroyed in the end.
"Cold King Tribulation Finger—be destroyed!" The final expert no longer delayed, giving Lin Feng no chance. His eyes were closed. Ten fingers extended together. The Cold King Tribulation Finger transformed into ten frozen swords, piercing through everything, stabbing toward Lin Feng's pupils.
"Kill!" A mournful demonic howl rang out. There was no sound, yet it clearly trembled in everyone's eardrums. This was true sound wave Essence power—soundless, yet with the fluctuation of sound. Lin Feng's frozen body seemed to surge with overwhelming demonic intent. His frozen body actually began to move. At the same time, a wisp of thought appeared in his eyes—the remnant thought of the Nine Nether Demon Emperor, which had always been sealed within his pupils.
"Whoosh!" The Nine Nether demonic thought was pierced by the frozen energy, shattered, and gradually dissipated. From then on, Lin Feng's eyes no longer held the Nine Nether, only his own demonic thoughts.
Finally, Lin Feng's frozen body took a step forward. A booming crack shook people's hearts. The ice collapsed, shattered. Vast, surging demonic Qi rushed to the top of the great hall, gathering into an even more majestic demon god phantom. At this moment, Lin Feng's entire body held only demon, endless demon. His pupils radiated overwhelming demonic slaughter intent, staring fixedly at the person before him.
"Breakthrough!" That person saw Lin Feng's cultivation actually break into the Second Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm at this moment. His face suddenly turned pale. Then, Lin Feng took another step, directly arriving before him. The moment his eyes lifted, he fell into Lin Feng's gaze. The demonic will in Lin Feng's demon eyes was even stronger, as if the one standing before him was no longer a demon cultivator, but a Demon King, a Demon Lord.
Destructive demonic will, slaughtering demonic will—even the heavens would be trampled, even kings would be torn apart. This was the will of the demon!
PS: Damn, this chapter was so hard to write. Took a long time. I hope everyone is excited. Breakthrough! One thousand flowers, let's advance. Today is the fourth update, making up for the one owed from that day's nine updates!
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