Use the demigod as a sacrifice?

This is the most absurd and craziest story he has ever heard.

Yet, for some reason, he felt a tinge of fear.

He didn't know how Lin Feng could come up with such a whimsical idea.

He didn't know that Lin Feng's consciousness was already asleep, so how could He Jun perform the sacrifice?

But the curse seal on him indeed indicated that Lin Feng had a backup plan.

The demon spirit refined by He Jun was too mysterious, which was the reason for his interest.

Sacrifice, that's a power possessed only by divine spirits; he couldn't predict what would happen.

His power hadn't yet recovered, and he didn't dare, nor did he want to take this risk.

"You're too naive and too weak. Do you really think you can succeed?"

Lin Feng asked casually.

"You can take a gamble," He Jun replied.

"I don't want to gamble. You can leave, I'll spare your lives."

Lin Feng withdrew his hand and said slowly.

At the same time, he gradually exited the Six Arms state and the demon transformation state.

He had just gained his freedom; how could he risk it?

It's just a pity that he can't use this identity anymore.

"It's unstoppable; once started, it can't be halted!"

He Jun laughed, a smile bearing a touch of madness.

That was the last-ditch counterattack in a desperate situation, reckless to the bone, even at the cost of eternal damnation.

Lin Feng furrowed his brows, but didn't act rashly.

"Now, you only need to let Lin Feng's consciousness return. I've signed a contract with Lin Feng, cannot harm him; if it's you, then become the sacrifice!"

He Jun said with a smile, the shadow behind her gently swaying, emitting intense mental waves.

He Jun could feel the shadow's excitement.

It was clear it also realized that this sacrifice was different.

Lin Feng stood in place, eyes cold.

To stay alive, he forsook his demigod power and turned it into a demon spirit using special means.

For this day, he had prepared for over five hundred years.

There was no way he would give up five hundred years of effort!

He had been exposed; next time, it would not be easy to seize his body.

Lin Feng might even commit suicide, perishing together.

He couldn't do this.

But if he didn't, he might be sacrificed to that unknown existence.

He never imagined facing such a dilemma in a situation of absolute advantage.

The atmosphere turned very quiet.

Yun Kai and the others looked at He Jun and the shadow behind her, eyes full of hope.

Since Lin Feng had a backup plan, there was a chance of success.

"If you're confident, you can come. If you fail, all of you will die!"

Lin Feng said with a smile.

As a demigod, how could he be easily scared away?

Neither could he abandon this body easily!

He didn't believe anyone could sacrifice him.

"Then come on!"

He Jun's eyes turned ruthless, without a word, her body slightly trembling, seemingly enduring pain.

The blood-colored curse seal enveloped He Jun entirely, looking somewhat eerie as the curse seal appeared in her eyes, and the shadow behind her suddenly dispersed and vanished.

Before the crowd could react, the shadow had already enveloped Lin Feng entirely.

Lin Feng looked at the shadow outside his body, eyes grave.

He couldn't evade in time; the shadow just wrapped around him.

As if it existed within him!

Upon wrapping, he could feel Spiritual Power and Soul Power being deprived, even the flesh inside his skin starting to be devoured.

Accompanied by energy absorption, the shadow continually expanded, its illusory surface becoming solid.

"Let's see if you can consume it all?"

Lin Feng asked, and the next moment, gray mist surged again.

As soon as the gray mist appeared, the shadow devoured it for two to three seconds, then a muffled sound echoed from within, a part of its body directly burst, vanishing, seemingly unable to bear it.

As the shadow exploded, He Jun spat out mouthfuls of blood, her whole body more wilted.

"What's going on!"

"He Jun, are you alright?"

"Be careful!"

The crowd looked anxious, shouting out.

"Leave, or die!"

As the crowd worriedly looked on, the familiar words echoed again, but this time the person standing out was Bing.

Everyone turned their gaze towards Bing.

By now, Bing had already entered demon transformation state, stature suddenly rising, face turning long and narrow, and originally strong physique now looked unusually slender, skin wrapped in blood-colored withered straw.

Lin Feng looked at Bing, eyes filled with murderous intent.

As a demon spirit of the Divine Martial Continent, he naturally recognized the Blood-colored Scarecrow; its innate skill [Star Shift] as a Divine Level Soul Skill could devour others' attacks and transfer damage.

Furthermore, Bing's bloodline talent was also damage transfer, if grown, could be a powerful figure.

His addition was bound to tilt the situation in front of him.

Luckily, Bing's strength wasn't formidable, and the Blood-colored Scarecrow had just been refined.

If the transferred damage exceeded his endurance, the end would be a dead end.

Bing approached He Jun, placing hands on He Jun's back.

As the gray mist was devoured, explosions repeatedly came from within the shadow, half the body disappeared, although quickly restored, but the original solid body turned illusory.

Meanwhile, He Jun's clothes were stained red with blood, her face frighteningly pale, nearly unconscious.

Bing trembled uncontrollably, skin showing bloodied cracks, damage exceeding his limits, body on the verge of collapse.

Luckily, Dong Yunan and Chen Tianming frantically released Healing Technique, continuously repairing his injured body.

"Is divine power so easily devoured?"

Looking at the two, Lin Feng's eyes cold, heart sneering.

However, his condition wasn't much better, Soul Power constantly being devoured, brain piercing with pain, Soul Power and Spiritual Power devoured, flesh greatly diminished.

Just hold on a while longer, longer than He Jun and Bing, then succeed.

"Hold on!"

By then Yun Kai and others surrounded He Jun, anxious yet helpless.

Time ticked by agonizingly for everyone.

When Bing closed his eyes thoroughly unconscious, the crowd looked at He Jun, who was also on the verge of unconsciousness.

"Hang in there, he's almost done."

The crowd encouraged.

Indeed, Lin Feng could hardly hold on.

At that moment, the gray mist disappeared, Lin Feng looked extremely battered, sweating buckets, flesh devoured made him look extraordinarily skinny.

By now, divine power consumed entirely, he already felt himself sinking into darkness, in this state, he lost combat capability.

Holding on held no meaning.

Last glance at He Jun and Bing, he closed his eyes, soul returning to the Soul Sea.

At that instant, He Jun felt sharp chest pain, shadow from Lin Feng's body scattered away, while others showed fear, her face revealed a momentary thrill.

She knew, Lin Feng was back...