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Chapter Eighty: Killing the Elder
The Demon Clan Armored Soldiers seized the opportunity, swinging their large blades down fiercely onto Lin Feng. With the sound of clashing metal, the blades struck Lin Feng's Xuanjia, sparking as they hit, yet Lin Feng remained standing motionless.
"This guy has really thick skin."
The Demon Clan Armored Soldiers were somewhat surprised, but without hesitation, they raised their blades again and aimed them at Lin Feng.
"Break!"
Lin Feng endured the excruciating pain and shouted loudly. The elder's telekinetic attack was shattered, its power dissipating significantly. Suddenly, Lin Feng regained clarity, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
The Demon Clan Armored Soldiers gasped as they saw Lin Feng awaken so quickly. They felt a chill run down their spines upon witnessing the intense killing aura in his eyes.
Lin Feng swung the Moon City Sword with an unstoppable momentum, cutting down four Armored Soldiers in front of him before charging straight at the elder.
"How could this be?"
The elder was puzzled, watching Lin Feng charge at him like a ferocious beast, unstoppable by anyone. He quickly attempted to use Telekinesis. However, what usually worked flawlessly for him seemed to sink into oblivion when applied to Lin Feng; it only caused Lin Feng to stagger but did not trap him in an illusion.
The elder's expression turned incredulous. The telekinetic powers he had cultivated belonged to a form of witchcraft. Whether it was the Barbarian's witchcraft or the Holy Art of the Yunlu Xian Sect, the manuals on telekinetic cultivation were exceedingly rare. Moreover, the requirements for cultivating telekinesis were quite stringent.
This person's Primordial Spirit, soul, and cultivation could communicate with one another, and he possessed an ancient aura. Those with such an ancient aura were even rarer in the world; although this rarity could not be compared to that of special physiques, it was still quite uncommon. Thus, the mentor held a very high status.
In the elder's witchcraft application, the ancient aura played a significant role, followed by his Primordial Spirit, soul, and cultivation.
The ancient aura represented life and indicated that this person could receive the inheritance of ancient Dao Rhythm. Witchcraft was a prayer for divine powers bestowed by heaven. If the elder knew Lin Feng's true origins, he would realize how laughable it was to discuss ancient aura with him.
"Kill!"
Lin Feng's eyes turned bloodshot as he became consumed by rage and unmatched momentum. He sheathed his sword and caused the nearby Demon Clan Armored Soldiers to fall one after another. With relentless force, he closed in on the elder until he was merely three paces away.
"He is not human."
The old man, disregarding his previously lofty demeanor, turned and ran as soon as he saw Lin Feng approaching, not wanting to think about anything else.
"Protect me!"
With a command from the old man, the remaining Armored Soldiers positioned themselves in front of him. It seemed that the old man held a high status among the demon clan. The Armored Soldiers, seeing their powerful elder in danger, were confused but rushed forward to protect him.
Lin Feng would not allow the old man to escape. He leaped into the air and drew back the crossbow on his Xuanjia arm. At the same time, the demon clan's Armored Soldiers, witnessing Lin Feng take flight, seized the opportunity and fired their crossbows.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Three crossbow bolts shot through the air, piercing the old man's frail body and causing his demise. The old man could have controlled the bolts' trajectory with his own magic, but in his panic, all he could think about was escaping.
Those who had been arrogant for too long crumbled even more easily when faced with real threats. It was not a lack of strength; rather, their spirit had already shattered.
With the old man's death, chaos erupted among the demon clan. Everyone looked at Lin Feng with fear in their eyes, daring not to approach him. Just as Lin Feng had jumped up, the Demon Clan Armored Soldiers unleashed a volley of crossbow bolts.
Over a hundred bolts sliced through the air toward Lin Feng. At that moment, he was focused solely on killing the old man and paid no attention to them. Now, hundreds of bolts struck him.
Clang, clang, clang...
The sound of a hundred sharp impacts echoed. Under the immense force, Lin Feng was sent flying backward. He crashed heavily to the ground and skidded for dozens of yards.
This distance was just enough for Lin Feng to land back among the Hengdao Camp Armored Soldiers. He coughed up several mouthfuls of blood and felt a bit dizzy.
Having endured both the old man's psychic attack and over a hundred crossbow bolts, Lin Feng was seriously injured. If it weren't for his formidable physique, he would have been gravely wounded by now.
After the old man died, Mo Mo's psychic attack once again proved effective. The Armored Soldiers of the Demon Clan fell into the illusion once more. The members of Horizontal Blade Camp finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Chang Long and Lindor saw Lin Feng gliding over and immediately rushed to help him up, asking with concern, "My lord, are you alright?"
Even the usually quiet Mo Mo couldn't help but glance at Lin Feng, her face showing signs of worry.
"I'm fine."
Lin Feng smiled and shook his head, then looked at Mo Mo. Noticing her complexion had turned even paler, he said, "Miss Mo, thank you for helping me and my brothers this time."
If it weren't for Mo Mo's support, Horizontal Blade Camp wouldn't have been able to withstand the onslaught of the Demon Clan's Armored Soldiers. Now, only twenty-one soldiers remained from Hengdao Camp. These twenty-one were all in the Mid-Life Realm, considered strong among the Low-Level Mystic Armor troops.
Mo Mo offered Lin Feng a rare smile, though it was faint. She said, "Compared to Lord Lin taking the head of the Demon Clan Mentor amidst thousands of troops, what I did is nothing. Lord Lin is truly unmatched; I admire you."
Lin Feng could tell this was genuine praise and couldn't help but chuckle, "Not at all; I was just lucky."
At that moment, the killing of the Demon Elder incited the fury of the Demon Clan. They summoned Magic Sixty-Eight, Magic Sixty-Nine, Magic Seventy, and Magic Seventy-One—four Cultists—and mobilized four hundred Armored Soldiers along with countless Crossbowmen to surround Horizontal Blade Camp.
Amidst the vast snow and dust, terrifying roars and footsteps echoed everywhere. These sounds surged like a mountain flood, causing the brothers of Horizontal Blade Camp to look at each other in fear.
"Everyone form a circle and protect Miss Mo."
Lin Feng immediately ordered; only Miss Mo could ensure their survival. The brothers of Horizontal Blade Camp understood her importance at this moment and huddled closely together to form a human shield around Mo Mo.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
It was impossible to count how many arrows pierced through the air. Suddenly, a net formed by a rain of arrows appeared in the gray sky, densely packed and covering the area like a dark cloud.
As everyone gazed at the countless arrows raining down from above, fear trembled deep within their hearts. They forgot about resisting; at this point, resistance seemed meaningless.
Lin Feng soared into the air, hovering above everyone. He sat cross-legged, channeling his energy. Vital Energy radiated from him like a tide, eventually coalescing into the shape of a cauldron that enveloped those below.
However, Lin Feng himself was left unprotected. Sitting atop the cauldron, he could only watch the rain of arrows descending from above. He was uncertain whether his physical body could withstand the countless arrows and bolts raining down. But there was no choice; since he had brought his brothers along, he had to protect them.
At that moment, Mo Mo was the busiest of all. Her hands formed seals, and this technique seemed complex, taking a long time to brew. Just as countless arrows were about to strike Lin Feng, a wave of destructive energy surged forth, like a raging wind that caused Lin Feng's armor to tremble violently, revealing cracks on its surface.
With the armor already damaged, if the arrows struck, it would likely shatter. Lin Feng felt a twinge of worry for his own body. He sensed the breath of death approaching.
Yet, he remained unafraid.
In this battle, Lin Feng sought not glory or achievement but to stand with his brothers in life and death and to rescue Mo Yi.
"Congeal."
With Mo Mo's command, the arrows in the sky miraculously halted as if someone had pulled them back. Mo Mo's body trembled, seemingly under immense pressure.
"Annihilate."
With another word spoken, countless arrows shattered into dust and vanished within the snowstorm. This scene left the Armored Soldiers in awe. Although they knew Miss Mo was powerful, they could hardly imagine her strength reaching such heights.
The Demon Army was equally stunned, momentarily believing that a deity had descended upon them.
"The Holy Art of Yunlu Xian Sect is impressive," Magic Sixty-Eight remarked.
"And she is quite beautiful as well," Magic Sixty-Nine added.
"Let's capture her as a lady," Magic Seventy suggested.
"Whoever catches it, it's theirs," said Magic Seventy-One.
Boom, boom, boom...
The four Cultists commanded the Cavalry to charge. The Armored Soldiers followed closely behind, ready to crush the members of the Horizontal Blade Camp. They all knew how powerful the Holy Art of the Yunlu Xian Sect was, but how many times could it be used?
The Cavalry was essentially a death squad, consuming the Mentor's mental energy.
"Leave no one except that woman alive. If you capture her, deliver her to me immediately," Magic Seventy-One ordered.
"Charge!"
Countless horses surged forward like a torrent, kicking up layers of snow as they swept everything in their path aside.
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