The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 861: Battle with the Hei Xiong

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Without any warning, a spatial crack tore open about thirty to forty zhang northwest of Ling Feng's group.

A man and a woman stepped out.

The woman was curvaceous and alluring, while the man was built like a mountain—his muscles grotesquely exaggerated, his face twisted in a cruel grin.

This pair was none other than Hei Xiong and Xue Ji, sent by the Demonic Jiao Prince to capture Ling Feng and his men.

Ling Feng's pupils contracted. One of these two demon experts was actually skilled in spatial manipulation—otherwise, a mere demon lord wouldn't be capable of tearing through space.

Still, he didn't panic.

Two demon lord-level demons? He didn't even need to call out the Despicable Donkey for this.

The three Northwestern Army elites behind him, however, tensed up immediately.

"Surrender quietly. Don't make this harder than it needs to be."

Hei Xiong clenched his fists and cracked his knuckles, grinning at the four humans. "Or else, you're in for a world of pain!"

"Hei Xiong, they're still useful. Don't go overboard," Xue Ji reminded softly.

"Hehe, it's fine as long as they're not dead."

Hei Xiong's eyes gleamed with bloodlust as thick, ink-black demonic qi billowed around him. He almost hoped they'd resist—otherwise, where was the fun?

"Gulp."

Among the three soldiers, a scar-faced middle-aged man named Wang Chuanjia swallowed hard. "General Ling, fall back! We'll cover you!"

As he spoke, the three men shifted into formation, channeling their elemental force.

"So, you've chosen to fight?"

Hei Xiong's eyes burned with savage excitement. "You'll regret this decision very soon!"

Whoosh!

In a flash, he lunged forward, his massive fist smashing down like a meteor.

Boom!

The world seemed to darken as the ground shattered beneath the force of his punch.

The sheer power of that single strike was terrifying!

"What?!"

Wang Chuanjia's pupils contracted. How could a demon at the Spiritual Element Realm be this strong?

Ling Feng blurred forward, intercepting the attack. Among the three soldiers, Wang Chuanjia was the strongest at the seventh level of Spiritual Element Realm—no pushover by normal standards.

But their opponent was a king beast-bloodline demon. Against such innate superiority, conventional logic didn't apply.

At the same tier, they were practically invincible.

Too bad they'd picked the wrong enemy.

Ling Feng was the exception.

These demon geniuses were formidable, but only the Demonic Jiao Prince could compare to someone like Yan Jinghong.

"Reincarnation Unyielding Slash!"

Ling Feng raised the Eradicator of Realms, channeling his Reincarnated Sword Will, and slashed downward.

The advanced-level Reincarnated Sword Will amplified the Reincarnation Heaven-Burying Sword Art to unprecedented heights. The sheer force of the strike sent Hei Xiong flying backward.

Hei Xiong's eyes widened in shock before narrowing dangerously. "You're that Ling Feng?"

"Oh? You know me?"

Ling Feng was briefly surprised before realization dawned. "Seems you've already captured some of our men."

"Hmph!" Hei Xiong sneered. "Not bad. But that just makes this more fun!"

His grin turned feral—Ling Feng's strength had ignited his battle lust.

"Hei Xiong, don't drag this out. Finish him quickly. I'll handle the rest," Xue Ji urged, her brows furrowing slightly.

As a Nine-Tailed Fox, her instincts were sharp—something about this human felt off.

"Hehe..."

Hei Xiong bared his teeth in a chilling smile. "Lucky for you, kid. Normally, I'd tear you apart piece by piece."

Ling Feng shrugged, unfazed. "Planning to use your mouth for that?"

"Let's see if your bones are as tough as your tongue!"

With a roar, Hei Xiong's fists morphed into massive bear paws—a demon's preferred combat form: Beast Transformation!

"Hei Xiong, be careful. This human isn't ordinary," Xue Ji warned quietly.

"Xue Ji, you worry too much. So what if he blocked a single punch at thirty percent power? Nothing to fuss over."

Hei Xiong scoffed before charging with another earth-shaking bellow.

Xue Ji sighed. Once Hei Xiong's blood was up, reasoning was pointless. Her best bet was to swiftly subdue the other three, then team up against Ling Feng.

Whoosh!

In a near-teleportation-like blur, she appeared behind Wang Chuanjia's group. Their faces paled at her impossible speed.

Too fast!

The three soldiers immediately formed a back-to-back triangle—the best defensive stance when outmatched in mobility.

Ling Feng nodded approvingly. If they focused purely on defense, they could hold out for a while.

That meant he just needed to deal with his own opponent quickly.

"Quit daydreaming! Eat this!"

Hei Xiong's fist descended like a falling boulder.

Ling Feng felt the violent gale before the strike even landed—the sheer force stung his skin. He activated Boundless Sword Steps, sidestepping effortlessly.

BOOM!

The impact cratered the ground, leaving a pit over seven zhang deep. Dust and debris exploded outward, clouding the air.

Such incredible power!

Ling Feng's eyes narrowed. His brute strength rivals Jiang Xiaofan's when using the Giant Spirit War-God Bone.

But like Jiang Xiaofan, Hei Xiong had the same glaring weakness.

Speed!

And Ling Feng's Boundless Sword Steps were ethereal, unpredictable. No matter how fierce those punches were, they'd never touch him.

Still, he had no time to waste.

"Third Lock, Open!"

"Mountain Destroying Transformation!"

In an instant, Ling Feng's body swelled, surpassing two zhang in height. His upper garments shredded like paper, fluttering away in tatters.

"A body refinement cultivator?! Now we're talking!"

Hei Xiong's excitement surged. Nothing thrilled him more than a pure contest of strength!

"Demon Bear Transformation!"

With a roar, he fully morphed into a monstrous bear, swinging a fist the size of a boulder straight at Ling Feng.

"Giant Bear Demon Punch!"

The punch sent visible shockwaves rippling through the air.

The very space seemed to distort as swirling vortexes formed around the strike.

Sonic force?!

Ling Feng's ears rang violently as the soundwaves assaulted his senses, nearly inducing hallucinations.

"AHH!"

From the other battle, Wang Chuanjia, Bai Yuan, and Lu Yi suddenly groaned, their faces draining of color.

Blood trickled from their eyes and ears as the relentless sonic pressure overwhelmed them.

The invasive soundwaves were literally making them bleed from seven orifices!