The Art of Chaotic Divinity
Chapter 1499: Power Limit
The wolf clan demon ruler let out a cold snort. A dim dark radiance flickered across his claws as he spoke with vicious intent. "Hmph. Those barbarian bastards are already reduced to a lone commander, yet they still lurk in the shadows just to make things difficult. Now we not only have to guard against the human race, we also have to stay wary of that guy."
"The barbarians have always been like that. Still, this so-called alliance was never anything more than mutual benefit. What they do is hardly surprising."
Ye Qingxue lifted her slender hand slightly and spoke in an unhurried tone. "Fine. If the humans still refuse to learn their lesson, then we'll teach them again. Hehe, besides Song Feilian, the rest are nothing to worry about. If they want to fight, then we fight!"
"Good!"
The snake clan great emperor let out a shrill, eerie laugh. With Ye Qingxue holding off Song Feilian, the only real threat left among the humans was Donghuang Xuanyi. The rest were nothing more than cannon fodder.
If not for their reluctance to let Wen Te reap the benefits, they would have launched their final assault two days ago.
...
On the Hall of War's side.
Seeing the reaction from the demon race, Song Feilian's expression grew serious. He turned back and gave Ling Feng a deep look. "Junior Brother Ling, be careful. I'll finish this quickly!"
Ling Feng only smiled faintly. He glanced back at Chu Tiange, Feng Ling, and the others, signaling for them to stay alert, before shooting into the sky.
A domineering surge of vitality erupted from his body, spreading wildly in all directions.
"Wen Te! I'm back! If you're not dead yet, get out here and fight me!"
Ling Feng shouted into the sky. There was no need to search. Someone like Wen Te would definitely be hiding nearby, waiting to take advantage of the chaos.
"Ling Feng!"
Sure enough, within a concealed stone forest, Wen Te and Yang Zhen lay hidden.
The moment Wen Te sensed Ling Feng's aura and heard his provocation echo through the sky, a flash of anger crossed his eyes.
"That brat is still alive!"
He clenched his fists tightly. The Devil had awakened and wiped out his entire barbarian force, so why was Ling Feng still alive?
"Calm down! Stay calm!"
Wen Te took a deep breath. He knew Ling Feng was trying to lure him out, and he had no intention of falling for it so easily.
Moreover, the vitality radiating from Ling Feng made it clear that he had gained a tremendous opportunity. His strength definitely had surged again!
"Hehe!"
Ling Feng scanned his surroundings while hovering in the sky. When he failed to spot Wen Te, he raised his voice again.
"Wen Te, you coward hiding in your shell, don't you want to know why that Devil suddenly turned on your barbarian camp? Hahaha, that's right, I did it! One strike and your entire stronghold was wiped out. What a sight! Hahaha, how amusing!"
The moment those words fell, shock spread across both the Hall of War disciples and the demon geniuses below.
So it was Ling Feng who had caused the slumbering Devil to annihilate the barbarians.
"Ling Feng!"
Wen Te's teeth ground together in fury. Everything traced back to that brat!
His plan had been flawless, yet in the end, it backfired completely.
For a moment, it felt as if his lungs were about to explode from rage.
The humiliation burned deep, as though his intelligence itself had been crushed underfoot!
"Hey, coward. If you've got even a shred of guts left, come out and fight me. One on one!"
Ling Feng's voice rang out again.
This time, Wen Te could no longer hold back. Enraged by the relentless provocation, he shot into the sky and rushed straight toward Ling Feng.
Even so, he kept one card hidden and did not reveal Yang Zhen's position.
"Wen Te!"
A cold glint flashed through Ling Feng's eyes as he locked onto him from afar. "I didn't die in that devil's cave. This time, you're the one who dies!"
"You little bastard, take this!"
Wen Te's teeth itched with hatred. If he had known Ling Feng would survive, he would have eliminated him at all costs from the very beginning. His moment of carelessness had led to the near annihilation of the barbarians.
"Then take one from me too! Phantom Wave Primordial Palm, Ocean-Breaker!"
As Wen Te's punch came crashing in, Ling Feng showed no fear. He unleashed the power of fifty Dragon-Elephant Divine Strength and met the attack head-on with a punch of his own.
In an instant, it felt as though the heavens and earth were overturned. Amid towering waves that seemed to span ten thousand zhang, countless overlapping fist shadows surged, impossible to track.
Wen Te's expression shifted.
Wasn't this Clair's signature technique, the Phantom Wave Primordial Palm? Yet in Ling Feng's hands, it was dozens of times more powerful!
No. It was not just the technique.
In terms of sheer strength, Ling Feng had already surpassed the limit of what an early-tier great emperor could achieve!
Boom!
Wen Te's organs trembled violently. A trace of blood rose to his throat as shock filled his face. He pointed at Ling Feng, unable to believe what he was seeing. "You... this... how is this possible?"
Ten days ago, Ling Feng could only flee before him.
Ten days later, he was evenly matched. No, he had even gained the upper hand!
Ling Feng had always been a monster, but now his power had become downright heaven-defying.
And he was only at the Spiritual Sea Realm!
How could Wen Te possibly know what Ling Feng had experienced in Anos's resting place?
Countless heavenly treasures had been consumed like weeds. As a grandmaster alchemist, Ling Feng spent every day either devouring spirit herbs and flowers or refining and consuming pills. After ten days, his Dragon-Elephant Divine Strength had more than doubled, rising from Twenty to Strength of Fifty Dragons!
And it was still growing!
Once he reached the Strength of a Hundred Dragons, the Dragon-Elephant Tyrant Body Art would undergo another transformation. At that point, Ling Feng could truly claim the title of emperor through sheer physical power alone!
"I should really thank you. Everything I have today is thanks to you!"
Ling Feng let out a cold laugh. Killing intent surged in his eyes. "Wen Te, today will be the day you die!"
A flicker of unease rose in Wen Te's heart, but he quickly steadied himself. A cold smile appeared on his lips. "Ling Feng, your strength has exceeded my expectations, but at best you're only on my level. You think you can kill me?"
He flicked his sleeve and fixed his gaze on Ling Feng. "No matter the cost, I will kill you today!"
Ling Feng's monstrous growth unsettled him. If he allowed this to continue, who knew how terrifying Ling Feng would become in another ten days?
He had to die today!
"Yang Zhen, come out!"
At Wen Te's command, Yang Zhen emerged.
Two early-tier great emperors at the level of the Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes moved into position, flanking Ling Feng from both sides.
Two against one.
Ling Feng was as good as dead.