Chapter 2291: Racing Against Death
Lin Feng had Array Wings sprouting from his back, with the myriad laws of heaven and earth converging upon his body. Every step he took was a Void Step, incredibly fast, pushing his speed to its absolute limit.
The experts of the Snow Clan did not dare to kill him. However, the people he was facing now were from multiple Divine Palaces. Once the experts of those Divine Palaces had an opportunity, he believed they would show absolutely no mercy, directly obliterating him and making him disappear forever.
Therefore, this time, Lin Feng dared not show the slightest negligence. He truly unleashed his limit speed, continuously using Array Dao with every step. Array Talismans also appeared in his palm, amplifying his speed.
However, behind Lin Feng, several people were also extremely fast. The experts of the Void Divine Temple excelled in Void Power, each step seeming to pierce through the void itself. At the same time, their divine sense power firmly locked onto Lin Feng's true body. This time, Lin Feng could not use an avatar to conceal his true body's trail. Even when they were stopped by Saint Qin Shan earlier, they had not given up this lock, because they were well aware of Lin Feng's disguising ability. Once given an opportunity, he could instantly blend into the crowd, as if disappearing in a single moment.
This chase placed immense pressure on Lin Feng. He understood clearly that it was not just a race against time between him and his pursuers, but also between the Fate Temple and the other Divine Palaces. He had notified the Fate Temple, and his enemies had undoubtedly also notified their own Divine Palace experts to come. Now, it all depended on which side's Saint realm figures arrived first. However, what made Lin Feng feel uneasy was that the Saint from the opposing side had been chasing the Fate Temple's Saint, and the direction he was heading was exactly towards the Fate Temple. If that Saint turned back, he would encounter Lin Feng before the Fate Temple's experts did.
"Change direction!" Lin Feng abruptly veered off course, dashing towards a side path of the Fate Temple. He could not continue that way. If he went straight and encountered the returning Saint King expert, without the protection of Ancient Saint Qin Shan, he would surely die. His talent was extraordinary, but there was still an insurmountable chasm between him and a Saint King figure. This chasm was like when Ancient Saint Qin Shan had annihilated the opposing Saint Emperor earlier—effortlessly destroyed. If he truly encountered one, a Saint King expert might even erase him in a single exchange. Even if the Fate Temple's Saint King figure was following behind the enemy, arriving one step too late would be fatal.
Of course, while changing direction, Lin Feng did not forget to inform the Prophet.
Just as Lin Feng had predicted, the various Divine Palaces were indeed racing against time. The Prophet had sent multiple Saints to accompany Lin Feng to the Snow Clan precisely to prevent this situation. But he had not expected it to happen anyway, and it was even worse than imagined. The enemy had directly mobilized experts from two Divine Palaces.
At this moment, the Prophet was in a certain void, frantically speeding towards Lin Feng's location. If the people below looked up, they would only see a flash of white light. Beyond that, they would see nothing, because the speed was too terrifying.
"He's heading towards the direction of the City of Life." The Prophet's gaze condensed slightly. He then took out a jade slip and crushed it abruptly.
"Bing Yan, help me save someone. He's in your direction. I'll share his location with you." The Prophet's divine sense was terrifying, surging into the jade slip. He then sent another message: "There are Saint King experts from other Divine Palaces hunting him. You must arrive before they do. Time is tight. Hurry."
At this moment, who knew how many experts were all chasing towards Lin Feng's location. Lin Feng was like a coordinate, attracting countless experts to pursue him. Of course, this coordinate was constantly moving.
In a place very far from Lin Feng, several returning Divine Palace Saints were spreading out like a net, rushing towards Lin Feng's previous position. This way, no matter who arrived first, Lin Feng would die. As long as one of them was closest, they would arrive before the Fate Temple's experts.
This was a race for life. Lin Feng had activated his limit speed. But because he had started first, the Void Divine Temple's Saint Emperor expert behind him, though faster, could not catch up immediately. He was only closing the distance bit by bit. He could not see Lin Feng, but his divine sense was firmly locked onto him.
"A Heavenly Emperor figure can reach this level of speed at his limit. This Lin Feng might truly be more dangerous than Chu Chunqiu. He must be killed." The Saint Emperor's expression was icy cold, his killing intent leaking out. He had to destroy Lin Feng. He was now even more convinced that Lin Feng was likely a Forbidden Body, their ultimate target.
Just then, a gale rolled, and a rumbling sound was extremely terrifying. An immensely powerful, scorching aura descended. His gaze suddenly contracted, and he turned his head back. He saw a mass of flames appear. A hint of joy flashed in his eyes. They had arrived. The Flame Temple's Saint expert had finally arrived.
"He's up ahead." The Saint Emperor breathed a sigh of relief. He had been chasing Lin Feng for so long, holding his breath the entire time, very tense. Now that the Flame Temple's Saint had arrived first, Lin Feng was as good as dead.
This mass of flames instantly surged forward with supreme fire, surpassing him. It was too fast. It was as if a river of flames had been laid across heaven and earth, extremely dazzling and brilliant.
"No..." Lin Feng's eyes turned frantic. He, of course, also sensed the arrival of the Flame Temple's Saint. A surging pressure, spanning an endless distance, had already reached him. The Flame Temple's Saint expert had arrived first.
"Death?"
Lin Feng's eyes were icy cold, filled with a terrifying deathly intent. He had cultivated bitterly for many years, experienced the vicissitudes of countless lifetimes, endured multiple partings of life and death, dreamed for many years, finally become a Forbidden Body, broken free from his shackles, and stepped into the realm of a master. Now, as a Forbidden Body, he would sooner or later trample the Nine Heavens Celestial Court. How could he fall here?
If he died, what would happen to the people in his Small World? And Meng Qing and Zhetian. They would surely be utterly despairing and heartbroken.
But the aura behind him was getting closer and closer. He felt death drawing nearer and nearer. The reinforcements from the Fate Temple had not yet arrived.
"Lin Feng, you have no way to escape." A voice boomed across the sky behind him. Instantly, Lin Feng's body felt as if it were about to burn. The feeling of despair grew even stronger. Was he really going to die?
The one about to arrive was a Saint King level figure from the Flame Temple.
"Lin Feng, hold on at all costs." At the same time, another voice shook the universe. Lin Feng's pupils contracted, and boundless hope ignited in his heart. The Prophet was almost here. This loud roar was to remind him that he was about to arrive. He just had to hold on for one last moment.
"Whoosh!" Lin Feng seemed to be burning his ultimate potential, his speed reaching a level he himself could not believe. However, he was facing a Saint King. Even if his speed increased, the distance was still being closed frantically.
"Prepare to accept death." Another voice pierced through the void, entering Lin Feng's mind, as if trying to make him give up running. But at this moment, how could Lin Feng listen? He forgot everything, having only one thought: to survive, to live. He absolutely could not die.
This extremely strong will to survive supported his limit speed.
"Just three breaths, and I can launch the Fire God Possession to annihilate him. He will surely die." The Flame Temple's Saint thought coldly. Three breaths were enough. The Prophet definitely could not make it in time.
Lin Feng also felt it. Death was getting closer and closer. All his attention was focused on escaping, waiting for the enemy to launch a fatal attack.
One breath passed. The distance between them grew even shorter. At this moment, far ahead of Lin Feng, a brilliant green light was continuously interweaving, like spirits, moving towards Lin Feng.
Two breaths passed. In the eyes of the Flame Temple's Saint, it was as if he could already see Lin Feng's death. The corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile. Before him, a flame deity seemed to be condensing and being born.
The third breath finally arrived. A flash of killing intent passed through the Saint King expert's eyes. He opened his mouth and spat out one word: "Annihilate!"
In an instant, above Lin Feng, a Fire God descended from the sky, surging towards Lin Feng, intending to directly obliterate him.
"Whoosh!" At the moment the enemy launched his attack, Lin Feng summoned the City of Fate to block the way.
"Break!" The enemy snorted coldly. Instantly, the City of Fate shattered. The phantom of that flame deity-like figure once again charged towards Lin Feng.
"Get lost!" Lin Feng unleashed an ancient cauldron, the Myriad Transformations Divine Cauldron. Countless array lights activated. The Myriad Transformations Divine Cauldron, like a supreme divine cauldron, hovered above Lin Feng's head, protecting him from death.
"Boom!" The terrifying force seemed about to pierce through the cauldron. The Flame Temple's Saint was even closer. He reached out his hand to grab at Lin Feng, like the hand of a deity.
Boundless power surged out from Lin Feng's body. His strongest forces rolled out like mad, but they all shattered.
"It's over." The enemy spat out a sound. A finger pierced through the void, like the Finger of the Fire God. In an instant, Lin Feng's body ignited, flames soaring to the sky.
"No..." Lin Feng roared in fury. Death was eroding him. His strongest life force enveloped his entire body, but it could not stop the deathly intent. However, at that moment, a dazzling green light suddenly fell upon him, wrapping around his body. The Flame Temple's Saint stepped forward, just about to grab Lin Feng with his palm, when he saw the green light flicker ethereally and disappear without a trace, taking Lin Feng with it.
At the same time, the Prophet's figure finally arrived. He anxiously glanced at the green light that had enveloped Lin Feng, his face suddenly turning pale. Then, his gaze fixed on the Flame Temple's Saint, his killing intent surging out like a roaring heavenly river!