# Chapter 1366: Unique
"This storm is terrifying!" The crowd stared at the destructive demonic storm force at the center of the great hall. The demonic intent contained within seemed capable of destroying a person, yet this storm appeared to be the passage to the eighth layer.
To ascend another level from the seventh layer, it was clear it would not be that simple.
"Boom!" A pitch-black figure stepped forward, directly crossing into the terrifying demonic storm.
But in an instant, the dreadful demonic might pressed down on him, turning his face pale. The spiral storm force pressed down from above, forming a demonic hurricane. And this hurricane storm was precisely the staircase to ascend to the eighth layer. Looking upward, one could see the top of the hurricane, where the storm was strongest—that was the entrance to the eighth layer.
The higher one went, the more terrifying the storm became. The overwhelming demonic intent could crush a person to death.
"Rise!" The figure stamped his foot, his body seeming to defy the heavens, charging through the destructive storm. However, the terrifying force only allowed him to take a single step before he felt the storm about to crush him into pieces. This demonic power seemed capable of squeezing the life out of him.
"Boom!" Surging demonic energy erupted wildly from his body. He puffed out his chest, proud and unyielding, his demonic intent shooting straight into the clouds. His body continued to move against the current, striving to enter the eighth layer space. If the seventh layer of the Demon God Hall had such benefits, the eighth layer would surely be even greater.
Yet after taking four steps, when he was still three steps away from the eye of the storm, a suffocating pressure prevented him from advancing further. With a loud explosive sound, he was directly crushed to the ground, extremely disheveled. Struggling to rise, he finally walked out of the demonic storm clouds.
"Huff..." The man exhaled, his expression ugly. Such terrifying demonic might—it could literally crush a person.
"I must reach the eighth layer!" The man's eyes blazed with unyielding demonic intent. He stepped forward again, but this time, the storm blocked him out, causing his gaze to freeze.
He couldn't enter anymore. It seemed the opportunity was only once.
"How can a demon be crushed?" Another person said coldly, glancing at the one who had failed. Then he too stepped into the storm. Demonic energy rolled and surged, as if trying to drown the surrounding heavens and earth. But the moment he entered the storm, his eyes changed slightly. Of course, he still firmly took his steps, charging upward—proud, unyielding, with the bearing of one whom heaven and earth could not crush.
However, only after taking three steps did he understand the terror of this demonic storm. It could truly crush a person alive, making one's body feel like it would explode. Still, he only managed four steps.
The eyes of the other demon cultivators suddenly became much more solemn. The eighth layer, it seemed, was very difficult to enter. The failures of the first two were living examples. Moreover, the opportunity was only once.
The third and fourth persons also failed, still only managing four steps.
The fifth person finally made a breakthrough, taking five steps before he could no longer bear the suffocating demonic pressure and descended.
This continued until the eighth person. When he took his sixth step, everyone's hearts tightened. Only one step remained, and he would reach the eighth layer of the Demon God Hall.
"Boom!" The higher one climbed, the harder they fell. Even the hall seemed to tremble. The man coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, but when he walked out of the storm, his eyes held a bloodthirsty madness. Only one step away from success—a pity. But so what? He had challenged his limits. Even in failure, he remained proud.
Only three people remained. However, these three seemed to be in a state of cultivation. They had comprehended the last three Demon General Avatar Bodies and were still comprehending the Demon Generals that had merged into them. This comprehension had the strongest effect. They could still continue to comprehend the Demon General phantom images imprinted on them afterward, but it would not have the same enormous benefits as the first time.
Finally, another person opened his eyes and stepped into the terrifying storm. Moving against the current, trampling everything, he let out a rolling roar. He took six steps, reaching below the eye of the storm. With just one more step, he could pass through the eye and enter the eighth layer. Of course, this step was also the most difficult.
"Roar!" The man raised his head and howled, demonic intent flooding the heavens. Endless demonic aura surged from his body, as if to trample heaven and earth. Sizzling sounds rang out as his body seemed about to burst. Blood stained his form, causing his mind to tremble in shock. Yet his body still radiated unyieldingness—the unyieldingness of a demon, defying the heavens. Just as he was about to step onto the eighth layer, a Demon King roared from the eye of the storm. Then, with a thunderous boom, the man's body slammed heavily into the ground. This time, he fell even harder, practically crawling out of the storm. After emerging, he sat cross-legged to recover from his injuries. But no one dared look down on him—he had almost reached the eighth layer.
The tenth person was equally formidable, taking six steps. But he too fell on the final step, failing. This calmed the hearts of those who had gone before. It wasn't that their demonic will was weak—it was that this storm was too terrifying. There was a reason they were on the seventh layer of the Demon God Hall and not the eighth. The three people on the eighth layer truly seemed to have slightly greater talent. Of course, they did not believe they would always lag behind others. Temporary talent did not represent a lifetime's achievements, as long as they forever held fast to their martial dao convictions.
"Only he remains." The crowd's gaze fell on Lin Feng, who was still immersed in cultivation. Death aura surrounded him, as if trying to envelop his body. It was very intense, making people unwilling to approach. Unexpectedly, this demon cultivator who had come from the Ice and Snow Divine Temple had very strong talent in the demonic path, having comprehended Death Demonic Intent.
"This Death Demonic Intent contains Death Essence power that has probably reached the third layer. If used against someone at the First Layer of Honored Martial, the Death Demonic Thought could probably take their life. This death power is very terrifying!" Everyone thought to themselves. Many among them had wanted to comprehend Death Demonic Intent but had chosen what suited them best. Only two people had failed in competition with Lin Feng.
"Hmph!" Two demon cultivators snorted coldly, looking at Lin Feng. They were the ones who had comprehended Death Demonic Intent alongside him.
"Buzz..." But at that moment, Lin Feng, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes. Death Demonic Intent ran wild. His body turned abruptly, and from his pitch-black demonic eyes, terrifying Death Demonic Intent seemed to bloom, shooting directly into the pupils of those two.
"Stagger, stagger..." The two stepped back, and rumbling, vast demonic energy suddenly erupted wildly. In that instant, they felt as if someone was trying to take their lives, to make them die.
But this feeling only lasted a moment. The next instant, the sensation of approaching death vanished, but their eyes still stared coldly at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng calmly looked at the two, then turned his gaze to the storm. Although he had been completely absorbed in cultivation, ignoring the outside world, he knew what had happened. Otherwise, if someone tried to kill him, he would die.
"The eighth layer!" A dazzling gleam flashed through Lin Feng's pitch-black pupils. Only by passing through this storm could he enter the eighth layer. This was the only opportunity.
Stepping forward, Lin Feng entered the storm without any hesitation. The demonic storm spiraling down from above seemed about to crush him. He felt the demonic aura within his body going berserk, while the external pressure tried to shatter him.
"In the past, I entered the Heavenly Martial Realm not long ago and forcefully ascended the nine layers of the Heavenly Terrace. Now, having crossed into the Honored Martial Realm, how can a mere storm stop me!" A look of extreme determination flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. Although he possessed unknown and powerful talent, his achievements in just a few short years were inseparable from his will and his efforts. Only he knew how hard-won his current position was. From the smallest kingdom, walking this path all the way, the martial dao road had been full of hardships.
"Boom!" Lin Feng's body shot upward. Boom, boom, boom—three consecutive explosive sounds rang out within the storm, as if the space itself was exploding. Lin Feng directly took three steps. Surging demonic power grew stronger and stronger. Countless spiral demonic clouds pressed down, trying to crush his spine.
Lin Feng exhaled, then took another step. It was like carrying a great mountain on his back, but his demonic intent remained unyielding.
Lin Feng suddenly raised his head, his demonic pupils staring upward. Demonic intent, unyielding, ready to trample heaven and earth. The fifth step, forcefully taken. The suffocating pressure continuously tore at his body, as if trying to destroy him.
"Roar!" Lin Feng howled in rage. Lawless and heaven-defying, contending with the heavens, dancing with demons. The sixth step was taken. Only one step remained from the eye of the storm.
"Sizzle, sizzle..." His body seemed about to burst. Blood seeped from Lin Feng's body, as if it would explode, as if it would be crushed.
But in his eyes, there was no word for retreat. Even if his body was torn apart, as long as he didn't die, it was fine.
"Roar!" Lin Feng roared again. Dragon roars continued endlessly, as if nine demonic dragon phantoms appeared. Lin Feng raised his seventh step, forcefully ascending.
"Roar, roar, roar!" At the end of the eye of the storm, at the entrance to the eighth layer, rolling demonic might converged into a peerless Demon King. It roared, pressing down on Lin Feng's body until it trembled violently, as if he would die.
"Devour!" Lin Feng howled at the heavens. Nine dragons devoured heaven and earth, trying to swallow this vast demonic energy, trying to devour the Demon King in the void.
"Rise!" Lin Feng forcefully raised his foot. As long as he didn't die, he would never yield. Even if his physical body shattered, even if his blood never stopped flowing.
"Boom!" Lin Feng's body suddenly vanished from everyone's sight, causing the ten people's gazes to freeze. He had ascended. The one who came from the Ice and Snow Divine Temple had actually ascended. Since the divine envoy had set this trial, it meant there was a chance. But one had to be ruthless with oneself. They had failed because their demonic will wasn't ruthless enough, their unyielding demonic intent wasn't tough enough.
That person at the Second Layer of Honored Martial—his body had already been torn apart, blood continuously spilling out, as if his physical form would shatter. But he hadn't hesitated for even a moment. He still stepped upward.
"Boom!" The moment Lin Feng stepped onto the eighth layer of the Demon God Hall, endless demonic energy poured into his body. Demonic intent surged to the heavens. Life force enveloped his entire body, restoring his damaged flesh. A moment ago, he had been on the verge of death, but now, it was as if he had found life in a desperate situation. This feeling of exhilaration was indescribable. With this unyielding step taken, demonic energy flooded his body. His Demonic Dao Essence power broke through to the fifth layer. His cultivation base stepped into the peak of the Second Layer of Honored Martial!
A demon, unyielding, can move against the current, defy the heavens. This is the conviction of a demon!
PS: Ah, Christmas, Christmas. I was dragged away to help. I still have to make it up tomorrow, brothers. I'm truly sorry. The end of the year is approaching. I still owe one burst of chapters. How about releasing a few more on the last day of the year?