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As the enormous sound drew closer, everyone's nerves were like tightly stretched strings, nearly unable to withstand the pressure. Each person's breath became rapid and heavy, and the surrounding air seemed compressed by this overwhelming force, making it hard to circulate.
Suddenly, a black object shot out from the bottomless pit, instantly slicing through the silent sky and crashing heavily to the ground. The deafening sound reverberated, shaking the earth as if it were about to tear the entire world apart.
Li Ming stared in shock at this scene, feeling as if his blood had frozen in that moment. He couldn't believe his eyes; his mind was blank. Others were equally stunned by this sudden turn of events, and the entire scene fell into a deathly silence.
That black object turned out to be—Feng Tianlong!
Feng Tianlong's body was covered in blood, his clothes tattered as if he had just endured the cruelest torment imaginable. Despite this, he was still surrounded by a mass of black Spiritual Energy that writhed around him like a living creature, exuding an incredibly sinister aura.
Feng Tianlong kept his head down, his gaze fixed on the ground as his body trembled slightly. His expression seemed somewhat deranged; his lips twitched as if he were muttering to himself, but the words were indistinct, filled with chaos and pain. He looked like a wounded beast that had not yet surrendered, poised to unleash astonishing power at any moment.
Li Ming's heart raced uncontrollably; he felt a deep-seated fear. Even in such a severely injured state, Feng Tianlong radiated an immense sense of oppression. Facing such an opponent sent chills down his spine.
"It’s impossible… he’s still alive…" Li Ming murmured to himself, his hands instinctively tightening around his weapon, filled with indescribable tension and unease.
Chen Yao's face turned pale as she suppressed her inner terror and continued to channel Spiritual Energy into Master Han. She knew that what lay before them signified an even more brutal battle ahead, and Master Han's condition left no room for hesitation.
Feng Tianlong remained with his head bowed, breathing heavily and deeply. With each breath he took, the surrounding Spiritual Energy swirled like a whirlwind, creating an invisible pressure that bore down on everyone. At that moment, he resembled a demon just clawing its way out of hell or a berserker on the verge of losing control completely.
"He’s still alive… and more terrifying than ever…" Li Ming thought in horror. He realized that they were facing not just a powerful opponent but a monster filled with endless hatred and madness.
Mo Shiu's voice echoed in Li Ming's mind, coldly stating, "To survive that meteor strike… This guy… his body is extraordinarily resilient." There was a rare hint of admiration in his tone, but more so was concern. Such an enemy was nothing short of an unpredictable disaster for them.
Li Ming spread his arms wide, gripping his weapon tightly, every muscle in his body tense and rigid. He could feel the sweat trickling down his forehead, sliding down his cheeks as an unprecedented pressure surged within him. Before him stood Feng Tianlong, bloodied yet unyielding, like an immovable mountain that suffocated all who dared approach.
"What level of power does this guy possess?" Doubt and fear filled Li Ming's mind. The memory of their last encounter replayed vividly in his thoughts, especially the terrifying experience when he was completely controlled by the Chaos Pearl and went berserk. He still remembered how he lost himself, transforming into a monster driven solely by destruction. Now, he knew he could never allow that to happen again.
"Li Ming... stay calm..." Mo Shiu's voice echoed once more, laced with a warning. "If you lose control against such an opponent again, the consequences will be unimaginable."
Taking a deep breath, Li Ming fought to suppress the fear swelling inside him. He understood that Feng Tianlong was not just a formidable enemy; he was also a significant test of Li Ming's inner strength. He had to remain clear-headed and control his power, preventing the Chaos Pearl from consuming his sanity once more.
"I cannot... I cannot become that monster again..." Li Ming vowed silently, determination shining in his eyes. No matter how powerful Feng Tianlong was, he had to maintain his composure and protect his companions, refusing to fall back into that uncontrollable state.
"Prepare for battle," Mo Shiu said quietly, his tone carrying a cold resolve.
Li Ming nodded, gripping his weapon tightly as his Spiritual Energy began to circulate within him, readying for the impending life-and-death struggle. He knew this battle was not just about survival; it was the ultimate test of whether he could conquer his inner fears and master himself.
Feng Tianlong groggily lifted his head, his vision blurred as everything around him seemed to spin. A buzzing filled his mind, like countless bees swirling in chaos, pain and confusion flooding over him. Though the impact of the meteorite had not completely destroyed him, his body bore unimaginable injuries. His formidable recovery abilities had pulled him back from the brink of death but had also plunged him deeper into agony.
In his mind, he vaguely sensed something foreign mixed within his brain—perhaps fragments of the meteorite or some foul substance—but at that moment, Feng Tianlong could not think clearly enough to discern it. Each breath felt like fire; he sensed his head swelling as pain intensified, threatening to tear apart his sanity.
"Ah—!" He let out a low roar of anguish, fists clenched tightly as nails dug deep into his palms, blood dripping through his fingers. He felt a surge of madness coursing through him; with this power came a singular thought that dominated his mind—fight! Destroy! Kill!
A hint of crimson flickered in Feng Tianlong's gaze as he unconsciously spread his arms wide, emanating an overwhelming aura of murderous intent. His breathing grew increasingly rapid; this killing intent began to seize control of his reason, transforming his original pain and chaos into boundless rage and bloodlust.
"Kill... kill them..." Feng Tianlong murmured softly, his voice deep and hoarse like a curse rising from the depths of hell. His eyes were bloodshot as focus sharpened on Li Ming and the others before him.
At that moment, all thoughts in Feng Tianlong's mind vanished, leaving only the most primal and violent instinct: to fight, to kill everything in sight, whether it was an enemy, a comrade, or an innocent life. All became targets that needed to be destroyed.
His body began to tense up more and more, the power within his veins erupting like a volcano, surging toward his limbs and bones, bringing him a painful yet sweet thrill. He no longer cared about anything else; his sole objective was destruction!
Li Ming felt a chill run deep into his heart. Feng Tianlong's state was bizarrely different from the arrogant demon king he had known before. In this moment, the pride in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a wild madness and an overwhelming desire for slaughter. Feng Tianlong's hair floated slightly under the stimulation of the increasing Spiritual Energy, and he seemed enveloped in an aura of absolute danger, like a beast walking on the edge of death, ready to unleash a lethal attack at any moment.
"Everyone retreat! Don't get close to him!" Li Ming's heart raced as he shouted orders for the soldiers to fall back, his voice tinged with panic and fear. He knew that Feng Tianlong had completely lost his sanity; anyone who approached him would become a target of his frenzied massacre. However, it was too late for such warnings.
In the instant Li Ming's warning echoed through the air, Feng Tianlong suddenly transformed into a shadow, appearing beside a soldier in an instant. The soldier hadn’t even had time to react; terror was still etched on his face when Feng Tianlong reached out with hands like those of a beast and violently tore him apart.
"Ah—!" The soldier's scream barely escaped his lips before it was abruptly silenced. Blood sprayed like a fountain as the soldier's body was torn in half, chunks of flesh and entrails splattering across the ground.
Li Ming's pupils constricted sharply; this scene unfolded before him so quickly and brutally that he could hardly accept this cruel reality. The power and speed of Feng Tianlong at this moment exceeded Li Ming's imagination. He understood that in this state, Feng Tianlong had become a soulless killing machine, driven only by the pursuit of more blood and death.
The soldiers retreated in terror, but fear could no longer be suppressed; some were so paralyzed by fear that they found it hard to move from their spots. Li Ming's heart was filled with despair; he realized that if things continued like this, everyone here would die at Feng Tianlong's hands.
"Fall back! Get to safety!" Li Ming shouted again, his voice nearly hoarse. He knew he had to make a decision now; otherwise, they would all become innocent victims of Feng Tianlong's rampage.
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