Chapter 2020: Darkness
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"Whether I can swallow it or not has nothing to do with you. Since this Saint skull has fallen into my hands, I won't spit it out." Lin Feng still held his sword technique, his voice cold. In the void, it seemed a terrifying storm of sword intent was gathering. Even though Chu Chunqiu and the others had arrived, they still dared not move recklessly. This sword intent was very strong; if unleashed, it would surely have terrible power.
"Lin Feng, if all of us join forces against you, do you think you have a way out?" Zhuo Qing spoke coldly. "In the Holy Spirit Dynasty, you tested as having the strongest talent. Don't fall here. Since you already have Saint-level talent, why care about a Saint skull?"
"Sorry, but I do care." Lin Feng said indifferently, then stepped back. His body slowly floated down, descending toward the dark abyss below.
This scene made Chu Chunqiu and the others' pupils slightly contract. Suddenly, their bodies shot forward, divine senses sweeping over. Seeing Lin Feng truly descending, they arrived at the edge of the abyss. Below was a pitch-black darkness, so deep that even Lin Feng's figure seemed invisible.
Martial artists could see at night, especially at their level, completely ignoring darkness without affecting their vision. But the darkness in the abyss was not the darkness of night.
Their expressions showed a trace of struggle. Descending into such an abyss, if Lin Feng ambushed them with a sudden killing strike, it would be fatal. Although they didn't believe Lin Feng's combat power matched theirs, he was absolutely not to be underestimated, especially that sword intent. If he struck suddenly, it would be terrifying.
"Lin Feng took the Saint skull; how can we let him escape like this?" The others arrived one after another, then they all descended into the abyss. Figures sank into the darkness, while powerful divine senses spread out, always alert for the crisis of descent.
Lin Feng sank in the darkness. This abyss was like a bottomless pit. He didn't know how long he descended, but still felt no ground beneath him. His powerful vision could only see a very short distance around him, very blurry. Looking down, it was still pitch black, exuding a sinister and terrifying aura.
Princess Piao Xue and Meng Qing also arrived at the edge of the abyss. Their expressions slightly froze, then with a hardened heart, they both jumped down.
Threads of flame streaked through the abyss downward—someone deliberately trying to illuminate the view. But the flames involuntarily extinguished as they fell, still unable to see below the abyss.
After a long time, Lin Feng's feet finally touched the ground. He looked down at his feet—a massive black body, seemingly locked by chains. The chains were also black, like black fossils.
"What is this thing? What kind of existence would these chains lock up here?" Lin Feng murmured. The ancient aura must have been countless years old.
Lin Feng looked up at the sky above. There were still faint sounds drifting down, indicating pursuers were coming. This made Lin Feng's expression extremely cold. A powerful killing intent surged from him. The Sword Dao Saint Spirit reappeared, as if giant ancient swords were borne on his back, ready to unleash terrifying killing force at any moment.
A brilliant light caught Lin Feng's sight. Wang Jian was the first to follow his footsteps to the bottom of this abyss. The boundless darkness almost blinded them. Lin Feng's vision could only see what was in front of him and those lights.
"Whoosh!" Terrifying sword intent suddenly shot straight into the sky. Wang Jian's expression froze. Suddenly, his palm struck the void, and a massive sharp sword slashed downward. With a cracking sound, the sword was shattered. But Wang Jian held a divine shield to resist. Rumbling sounds rolled out. The shield cracked, then suddenly split and broke apart.
Deadly killing intent enveloped Wang Jian's body, making his armor even more brilliant. At the same time, the long spear in his right hand suddenly shot out, tearing through heaven and earth, exuding terrifying pressure.
Endless swords of death slashed toward him. Wang Jian continued stepping downward, very calm. A huge disk appeared under his feet, resisting the erosion of the attacks. His right hand produced a silver-colored terrifying greatsword, slashing directly. Though he couldn't see Lin Feng, he relied on instinct.
"Boom!" A dull, heavy sound echoed. Wang Jian knew he hadn't hit his opponent at all—Lin Feng hadn't even clashed with his attack.
Above, more people descended. Lin Feng sneered, suddenly blasting out a palm strike, heading straight for the direction of the wind sound. In the darkness, another cold snort.
"Be careful with your attacks; he's down there." Wang Jian's voice rang out. The person above only then stopped their attack, slowly descending. A destructive storm pressed down—it was Zhuo Qing arriving.
Whistling winds continued. More and more experts descended, heading downward. But at that moment, Lin Feng, standing at the bottom of the abyss, felt the chains above move slightly. He looked toward the chains but saw no one.
"Clank!" The sound of chains came again. In the silent dark abyss, besides the wind, there was only the vibration frequency of the chains. And this frequency grew stronger and stronger. Soon, the clanking sounds continued incessantly. The chains kept trembling. The entire earth and void seemed to move.
"What's happening?" Lin Feng's expression froze. He only felt the ground under his feet moving. His body rose. The ground lifted from the abyss. Crisp cracking sounds spread out. The huge fossil locked by the chains seemed to crack. Boulders rolled down continuously.
Everyone in the abyss noticed this anomaly. Their gazes all froze. Rumbling sounds kept echoing. Boulders crashed into the abyss. An ancient dark aura suddenly descended. When the fossil completely cracked, Lin Feng saw a giant figure slowly emerge. The deep, dark, massive chains locked him.
Those above the abyss saw a pair of demonic eyes—eyes that darkness could not block. In this darkness, these eyes were more brilliant than golden storms. No light could compare to these eyes. But it was these eyes that, wherever they passed, made everyone feel a chill all over.
"Monster! There's a monster in this abyss..." Their hearts trembled slightly. Wang Jian, Chu Chunqiu, and the others instantly shot straight into the sky, wanting to get far away.
Golden storms gathered in the void, turning into threads of array light—Lin Feng weaving array dao. His body also shot into the sky.
"Whoosh..." Below those eternal eyes, a breath seemed to come from the mouth. In an instant, a dark spear shot toward the sky. The dark beam was dazzling and boundless. With a popping sound, a powerful figure was pierced through by the black spear. Then he was swallowed by the darkness.
The crowd frantically dodged to the side. They all felt an irresistible, annihilating power.
"Dodge!" Sword Blind seemed to sense something. An attack exploded directly. With him at the center, Piao Xue and the others were all blasted to the side. Then a piercing sound passed through. One person behind them was directly pierced through, eyes still wide open, dying with regret.
At the bottom of the abyss, Lin Feng stomped hard. Golden light flashed. Array talismans shattered in his hand. Then his body flickered several times, stepping on the array light appearing in the void, frantically rushing upward. The creature beside him—a single breath made him feel a soul-shaking shock.
"Clank!" The monster saw Lin Feng escaping and seemed to want to move its hand, but found it locked by chains. Its mouth slightly opened again. Suddenly, a breath seemed to come from its mouth. This breath fell on everyone's eardrums like a sky-shaking roar. The entire abyss collapsed. At that moment, everyone felt their souls about to shatter. They spat out blood. Those closer to the bottom, some couldn't withstand the roar and their souls directly collapsed, exploding to death.
"What kind of terrifying existence is this?" Lin Feng spat out several mouthfuls of blood. His bloodline kept churning. He felt his soul about to be torn apart. Even a Saint Emperor-level expert definitely didn't have this majesty. Only the Ten-Absolute Old Immortal might reach this level of pressure. But the Ten-Absolute Old Immortal hadn't pressured him, so Lin Feng didn't know how strong it was.
"Ancient Saints—could there still be living ones?" Lin Feng's heart trembled violently. Not just him—Chu Chunqiu and the others were also shocked. What kind of monster was that?
Was it a human martial artist? If such a terrifying existence was locked here, then what kind of figure could have locked him? How terrifying were the abyss and chains, to lock a peerless demon at the bottom of the abyss?
The people in the abyss passage became chaotic. Everyone was frantically rushing upward, almost ignoring those beside them. Below was a terrifying demonic creature.
At that moment, at the exit of the abyss, a pitch-black demonic shadow suddenly appeared. This shadow was like an eternal existence. The eyes staring at them made them feel despair.
This demonic shadow suddenly transformed into a giant dark palm print, pressing down from the sky. Rumbling, terrifying sounds echoed. The chaotic abyss became even more turbulent. Many were hit by the palm print and fell toward the bottom of the abyss.
Flee! At this moment, everyone had only one thought: flee. Even temporarily forgetting to think about what terrifying monster was in the abyss!