The Art of Chaotic Divinity
Chapter 1502: The Awakening of Despicable Donkey
"What a load of nonsense!"
Ling Feng let out a cold laugh, angered by Yang Zhen's twisted reasoning. This kind of person only knew how to shift all blame onto others. Even now, he showed no remorse and still wanted to drag Ling Feng down with him.
Ridiculous!
Foolish!
A chill flashed through Ling Feng's eyes. When Yang Zhen regained his senses, he had briefly considered sparing him. But with this attitude, there was no need to hesitate.
He would end it here!
"No matter what, you die today!"
Yang Zhen's face twisted into something monstrous, like a vicious ghost.
At that moment, the shark fierce beast controlled by Zifeng was already at its limit, and Ling Feng himself was on the verge of collapse.
What steadied him slightly was that Yang Zhen was not in much better condition.
With Zifeng's help, taking down Yang Zhen was still within reach.
A wave of exhaustion surged through his mind. Ling Feng bit the tip of his tongue hard, forcing himself to stay alert. This was not the time to relax.
"Die, Ling Feng! Everything is because of you! Die!"
Yang Zhen had completely lost himself. His elemental qi burst outward, forcing the shark fierce beast back as he transformed into a streak of lightning and closed in on Ling Feng in an instant.
"Master, I cannot hold on any longer!"
Zifeng's voice rang out. The shark body it controlled had reached its limit and its life force was rapidly draining. Left with no choice, Zifeng abandoned the host.
As for its Ice Lin true form, it only had mid-tier demon emperor strength and could not contribute much.
Ling Feng's expression tightened. Without the shark beast, facing Yang Zhen in his current weakened state would not be easy, even if Yang Zhen was equally exhausted.
He had underestimated Wen Te. That man had pushed him to this point.
In the end, he had overestimated himself!
"Hey, Ling Feng, looks like you are nothing without this divine beast!"
At that moment, a familiar, annoyingly smug voice echoed in his mind.
Ling Feng's eyes lit up.
Despicable Donkey!
After more than a month, it had finally finished refining that spirit core. No, more than half of it.
"Despicable Donkey, you are finally awake!"
Ling Feng forced himself to activate his Divine Thunder Avatar and barely dodged Yang Zhen's strike. Even so, the residual force sent him flying. A streak of lightning brushed across his chest, numbing half his body.
Yang Zhen truly lived up to his title as the "Thunder Master". His thunder techniques were no joke.
But now, Ling Feng no longer needed to keep dodging.
"Despicable Donkey, hurry and use beast-soul fusion!"
He immediately called for help. The timing could not have been better.
"Hehe, kid, I noticed quite a few good things inside your Wood Elemental Realm. How about giving this divine beast half?"
Despicable Donkey chuckled mischiefly.
"Seriously?"
Ling Feng's face darkened. This shameless donkey was the same as ever, looting him at the worst possible moment!
Even if it had not asked, he would have shared some of those treasures anyway. Yet this creature simply could not resist being insufferable!
"Fine, fine, you greedy donkey!"
Ling Feng gritted his teeth. Of all things to end up with, it had to be this!
"Hahaha!"
Despicable Donkey burst into laughter. "Kid, watch closely. After this breakthrough, let me show you my unmatched strength! Beast-soul fusion!"
A surge of demonic qi rose violently as Despicable Donkey's power poured into Ling Feng's body.
After refining the spirit core, it had reached the level of an eight-star demon emperor. Combined with its unique bloodline, its power resonated faintly with Ling Feng's Dragon-Elephant Divine Strength!
An overwhelming force filled his body, so intense that he nearly roared out loud!
With both of them strengthened, the power of their fusion reached a terrifying level!
If Ling Feng still had enough elemental qi, the force he could unleash would be even greater!
"Not bad, Despicable Donkey. That spirit core was not wasted."
Ling Feng's spirits lifted. In an instant, he shifted from defense to offense. His gaze locked onto Yang Zhen, cold and sharp.
"Hehe, this is nothing. If I recover further and reach the demon ruler level, once my Demonic God Bone awakens, forget early-tier great emperors. Even a Half-Saint would be worth fighting!"
Ling Feng only smiled. Despicable Donkey loved to boast, but it did have the strength to back some of it up.
For now, killing Yang Zhen came first!
Whoosh!
In a flash, Ling Feng's speed surged. He appeared right in front of Yang Zhen and threw a heavy punch straight at his face.
"What?"
Yang Zhen's expression changed drastically as he sensed the sudden surge in Ling Feng's aura. "How is this possible? You were clearly at your limit!"
"Maybe even the heavens want you dead! Accept it!"
Ling Feng's eyes sharpened. Despicable Donkey's awakening involved some luck, but even without it, he still had other trump cards. Though it might cost him, he could still turn the fight around.
Before Yang Zhen could react, Ling Feng's punch had already landed.
Crack!
Yang Zhen's nose shattered instantly. Underwater, his body slammed into the ground like a ball before bouncing upward, tracing a strange arc.
Swoosh!
In the next instant, Ling Feng was already upon him. He had no intention of letting this end easily.
"Terrifying Gaze!"
A beam of terrifying light shot from Ling Feng's eyes, striking Yang Zhen with unavoidable precision!
"Ahh!"
A scream tore from Yang Zhen's throat as he clutched his head. It felt as though a blade had hacked into his soul.
At the same time, Ling Feng formed his hand into a blade and struck down hard on Yang Zhen's left shoulder.
A sickening crack followed.
Yang Zhen's entire arm was severed at the root!
Ling Feng showed no mercy against someone like him.
He followed up with a heavy kick, pressing his foot onto Yang Zhen's chest and slamming him deep into the ground.
"Pfft!"
Blood burst from Yang Zhen's mouth. The pain twisted his face into something unrecognizable as he let out a miserable scream.
He was completely broken, left with nothing but agony and cries...
"So fast! So strong!"
Ling Feng glanced at his own fist, satisfied with the power of the beast-soul fusion. Despicable Donkey had improved far more than expected.
Of course, it was also because Ling Feng himself had reached the Strength of Fifty Dragon in Dragon-Elephant Tyrant Body Art. Combined with the abilities of a demonic beast, he was practically a humanoid monster.
"Ugh..."
Below him, Yang Zhen trembled violently, blood pouring from his mouth. He looked utterly miserable, utterly broken.
And yet, this was all of his own doing!