# Chapter 1386: Crazy Battle
On the fifth day, the Heavenly Terrace battle platform stood empty. No one from Heavenly Terrace continued to fight. Everyone had returned to one of the thirty-six peaks, sitting cross-legged. Among them, thirty-eight people had one hundred and two golden characters engraved on their bodies, meaning that thirty-eight people from Heavenly Terrace had advanced to the next round. The number of eliminated people from Heavenly Terrace was thirteen, all of whom were eliminated later.
Everyone understood the reasons for this. There were two factors. First, those who later went up to the battle platform were relatively weaker in strength. Their main purpose was to train themselves and see if they had a chance to achieve a hundred victories. Second, because they had seen the one hundred percent advancement record of Heavenly Terrace in the first three days, many hunters appeared on the Heavenly Terrace battle platform. However, the people of Heavenly Terrace were very rational. Once they found themselves outmatched, except for a few who were killed because they couldn't escape in time, the others did their best to leave the battle platform, not fighting to the death, only seeking to preserve their lives.
This was what Emperor Yu had personally instructed them to do. Those hunters could not achieve what Lin Feng did—striking to kill with every move, leaving no chance to escape.
The battle on Heavenly Terrace's exclusive platform had ended, but battles on the other platforms continued. Apart from Heavenly Terrace, the closest to completion should be the three exclusive platforms for Venerable Lords. There were naturally fewer Venerable Lord level figures, but because battles at the Venerable Lord level seemed more cautious, each battle lasted longer. At the Venerable Lord realm, everyone was a seasoned expert, fighting with exceptional care. Moreover, they weren't just fighting to seize victory; they were also testing each other, trying to see if they could gain experience from their opponents, improve their strength, or comprehend some aspects of the martial path.
"Master once said that every Venerable Martial cultivator has their own martial path. They refine their hearts, allowing their state of mind to transform, constantly approaching the Martial Emperor realm. From these Venerable Lords, it seems I can truly feel their paths, their experiences, their lives!" Lin Feng sat cross-legged at the foot of a peak, a peculiar aura emanating from him, mixed with a strong demonic intent.
In the past few days, he had been watching the battles on all the platforms, not hunting anyone. His attention was especially focused on the three exclusive platforms for Venerable Lords.
On them, Lin Feng felt the path of slaughter. Standing there, one could clearly sense that they were born for killing, their entire lives seemingly filled with endless slaughter. Lin Feng also felt the path of tranquility. Standing on the battle platform, they gave an extremely peaceful feeling, as if they were always like this—heart like still water, without desires or demands. But were they truly without demands? The transformation of the state of mind was still for the pursuit of martial arts and the Heavenly Dao.
"Is the demonic path I am walking now considered a path?" Lin Feng asked himself silently. The demonic intent churned endlessly. His body slowly stood up, and then he stepped forward, rushing toward the Venerable Lord battle platform. At this moment, demonic energy surged in all directions, the wind howling fiercely, as if a demon king was riding the roaring void, trampling heaven and earth.
If he had a path, it would surely be the path of battle!
The rolling demonic energy seemed to roar, like ten thousand horses galloping, like ten thousand beasts howling. The momentum of heaven and earth carried overwhelming demonic intent, as if the demonic essence power had merged into that rolling momentum.
"Oh?" On one of the three exclusive Venerable Lord platforms, a Venerable Lord had just defeated a challenger when he suddenly felt a terrifying oppressive force approaching from afar. His sharp eyes shot out, landing on Lin Feng. Although the two were still tens of thousands of meters apart, he could clearly feel that strong battle intent, the same as his own aura—battle intent reaching the heavens.
Not only him, but many surrounding Venerable Lords also felt it, just not as strongly as that person. Their gazes simultaneously fell on Lin Feng—a young cultivator at the peak of the Second Layer of Venerable Martial Realm, actually using powerful oppressive force to pressure a Venerable Lord who already had thirty-two victories!
On that Venerable Lord, endless battle intent seemed to burn. His eyes, born for battle, held no trace of contempt—only battle. Every wisp of aura on his body seemed to exist for battle.
"Battle!" A furious roar came rushing over.
"Battle, battle, battle..." In the void, the word "battle" pierced through the eardrums of the crowd, directly entering their bodies, making them feel a strong battle intent. Just one word allowed them to clearly feel the intensity of that fighting spirit.
"Battle!" The Venerable Lord roared back, taking a step forward. The void trembled, the battle platform rumbled, carrying overwhelming battle intent.
Lin Feng descended. Around him, it seemed to merge with endless power of heaven and earth, turning into terrifying waves, into ocean swells. Rolling demonic power surged like a tsunami, drowning the void of heaven and earth, blasting toward that Venerable Lord.
"Boom!" Before the two even met, the terrifying momentum they released had already collided. It seemed a battle-demon wave swept through heaven and earth, soaring upward, turning into a terrifying demonic storm.
"Boom crack!" Then, the two collided for the first time. A wave several hundred meters tall rose into the sky, rushing toward the heavens—majestic and magnificent, all of it endless battle intent and overwhelming demonic intent.
Lin Feng's body flew backward, but his battle intent still burned. The domineering demonic intent remained sharp. He stepped forward again, carrying rolling momentum of heaven and earth, merging with demonic power, and blasted out once more.
"Crack!"
This time, it seemed Lin Feng's bones were breaking. He was sent flying backward again, but his battle intent remained. The demonic energy did not decline; instead, it grew stronger. The momentum of heaven and earth he carried became more and more terrifying. His entire body seemed wrapped in a great momentum, merged within it.
"Battle!" With a furious roar, Lin Feng blasted out once more. No miracle occurred. Blood sprayed through the void. His face turned pale, his qi and blood churned, his internal organs seemed to shake. Using pure demonic power combined with the momentum of heaven and earth, he was naturally no match for his opponent—there was still a gap.
However, his body charged forward again and again. Every collision made the surrounding people's hearts tremble. This madman, this battle-crazed madman!
"He's borrowing strength, borrowing momentum. He's burning himself, stimulating himself!" The crowd watched Lin Feng's madness. Those Venerable Lords understood in their hearts. Lin Feng was stimulating his potential. The rolling demonic momentum he carried did not decline; instead, it grew stronger with his injuries.
Even the Venerable Lord fighting Lin Feng was somewhat shaken in his eyes. Such a madman—after being injured, he immediately used life force to heal his wounds, losing again and again but fighting again and again, tirelessly, as if he had a body of copper skin and iron bones, an indestructible physique. In the Venerable Lord's gaze, there was a trace of appreciation. Unfortunately, he had to defeat his opponent. If Lin Feng did not lose, he would lose his chance to advance and would miss the stage of the Assembly of All Emperors.
"Kill!"
With a thunderous explosion, battle intent seemed to condense into a real phantom, soaring upward. He stepped forward, releasing even stronger power, as if to break through this void of heaven and earth, unstoppable by anyone.
"Kill!" Lin Feng also roared. The rolling momentum and demonic power completely merged together, seeming to fit into his body, integrating into his attacks. His fist once again blasted forward. This time, it was no longer a pure demonic fist, but a slaughter fist, fusing essence attack techniques.
"Boom!" Death force, demonic power, and battle intent mixed within the momentum of heaven and earth, rushing a hundred zhang into the air, like a rolling furious dragon, roaring in the void. This time, Lin Feng did not retreat. His feet seemed rooted on the battle platform. His pitch-black demonic eyes stared fixedly at his opponent.
"Kill, kill, kill!" Lin Feng roared. The slaughter fist continuously blasted out, fist after fist. Earth-shattering power spread wildly. The two figures seemed to disappear from the crowd's sight, wrapped in that terrifying battle aura. If this battle platform had not been personally set up by Ox Demon Emperor, it would have already shattered. This battle was too terrifying.
"Slaughter fist, the same fused slaughter fist technique, but integrated with the momentum of heaven and earth, perfectly matched, the power is more perfect, two to three times stronger. Just by relying on Demonic Slaughter Fist, I can crazily exchange blows with a Venerable Lord—impossible before!" While fighting, Lin Feng's mind was still rapidly spinning, as if calculating how to maximize the benefits from this battle. His purpose in going up to the Venerable Lord platform was to make his attacks more perfect, to make his strength stronger. If he could break through the peak of the Second Layer of Venerable Martial Realm, that would be even better.
The Venerable Lord fighting Lin Feng seemed to have insights as well. His power was slowly growing stronger, his battle intent becoming more and more terrifying. Fighting such an opponent seemed to promote his own progress. He was somewhat reluctant to end the battle immediately, continuously exchanging earth-shattering collisions with Lin Feng.
"I need to integrate the mad demon power into my body as well, fitting it into my bloodline and soul!" Lin Feng thought to himself. A phantom of a demon king appeared on his body. His aura carried an extremely violent and wild quality, growing stronger and stronger.
"Still getting stronger. His aura is more terrifying. What a crazy demon cultivator!" The crowd's hearts trembled. This battle was more eye-catching than Venerable Lord versus Venerable Lord battles, making them feel more shaken at their core, as if they also wanted to become the Venerable Lord opposite Lin Feng and crazily clash with him.
Cracking sounds continued. His bloodline churned wildly. His pitch-black pupils seemed about to burn. Lin Feng had fallen into a frenzied battle state.
"If this continues, he might break through the barrier of the peak of the Second Layer of Venerable Martial Realm!" The crowd watched the battle between the two, feeling Lin Feng's continuously rising aura, thinking to themselves.