The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 1498: The Final Battle Arrives

"However..."

After the initial surge of excitement, Song Feilian gradually calmed down. He studied Ling Feng and spoke in a low voice, "Junior Brother Ling, if you alone take on Yang Zhen and Wen Te, is that not too much of a stretch?"

"If I dare to say it, then I naturally have my own plan."

Ling Feng smiled faintly. He glanced at the sky and said slowly, "It is already late. Everyone should rest for the night. Tomorrow we move out. Tomorrow, we will face the demon race in a direct battle!"

"As soon as we engage them, Wen Te will definitely arrive with Yang Zhen. When that happens, I only need to show myself. Given Wen Te's hatred toward me, he will surely try to kill me first. You do not need to worry about me. Focus entirely on fighting the demon race. I will draw Yang Zhen and Wen Te away."

"Uh... Alright!"

Song Feilian nodded. At that point, there was no better option than to trust Ling Feng.

Moreover, since it was Ling Feng's own idea, he clearly had his own plan in mind. He might be bold, but he would not gamble with his own life recklessly.

That night, everyone rested in place. Ling Feng's return greatly boosted morale. The fact that he intended to face two Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes level great emperors alone was enough to inspire awe.

Ling Feng chose an open spot and sat cross-legged. Tomorrow would decide everything. In his heart, there was a trace of tension, along with anticipation.

Whether his Strength of Fifty Dragons would prevail, or whether Wen Te would prove stronger.

The answer would be revealed in tomorrow's battle.

"Junior Brother Ling!"

Chu Tiange walked over quickly and circled Ling Feng once before smiling faintly. "A lucky man truly survives everything. I was quite worried during the days you were missing. Seeing you unharmed now puts my mind at ease."

Ling Feng looked up at Chu Tiange. Although he had survived, his injuries were serious. His robes were stained with blood, giving him a grim and battle-worn appearance.

In truth, if not for the Heaven-Incinerating Dragon Flame Essence that Ling Feng had given him earlier, saving him from death multiple times, he would not have survived until now.

"I already said this guy is hard to kill!"

Feng Ling sized up Ling Feng and clenched her teeth. "It's unfair. You did not even lose a single hair!"

Ling Feng shook his head with a smile, then asked, "By the way, where is Senior Sister Yu? Was she not with you before?"

"She..."

Feng Ling's expression dimmed slightly. "We lost contact with her the day you returned to report. She is probably still somewhere in the Hunting Battlefield."

"Everyone has their own fate."

Ling Feng sighed softly. She might have been somewhat troublesome, but she had no ill intent. It would be a pity if she really died in the Hunting Battlefield.

Still, she likely had her own means of survival. She might not be dead.

...

The night passed quickly.

At dawn the next day, faint morning light spread across the sky. Determination could be seen on every face.

The day of the final battle had arrived.

Victory or defeat, everything would be decided today!

"Junior Brother Ling, I never imagined that the heaviest burden would fall on you alone. I am truly ashamed!"

Song Feilian looked deeply at Ling Feng. On his back was the Moon Radiance Heavenly King Bow that Ling Feng had lent him.

With his strength, combined with the three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows, his chances against the demon race were greatly improved.

However, the true key to victory still depended on whether Ling Feng could truly defeat the two experts, Wen Te and Yang Zhen.

"Senior Brother Song, this is not entirely for the Hall of War. A large part of it is personal!"

A cold glint flashed in Ling Feng's eyes. Both Yang Zhen and Wen Te were on his kill list.

As for Yuwen Liang, he was already dead. The cause of his death was easy to guess.

A traitor who betrayed his own side and misjudged his place while trying to bargain with a tiger could only end in destruction.

"It's good that you have your own reasons!"

Song Feilian patted Ling Feng's shoulder heavily. "Junior Brother Ling, take care!"

"Hey, Ling Feng!"

Donghuang Xuanyi looked at Ling Feng with a complicated expression.

"At first, he had followed Yuwen Liang's instigation and treated Ling Feng with disdain and hostility. Now, however, he felt a sense of inferiority."

"Senior Brother Donghuang, do you have any advice?" Ling Feng asked calmly.

"Kid, do not die. I am still waiting to fight you properly!"

"Hahaha!"

Ling Feng laughed freely. "Do not worry. No one can take my life!"

"Good! Junior Brother Ling, I wish you victory!"

Every disciple of the Hall of War looked at Ling Feng with fervor. His confidence stirred their own.

"Wen Te and Yang Zhen will fall by my hand! Seniors, I hope you win your battle as well. Do not lose to the demon race!"

Ling Feng shouted loudly, his spirit soaring.

"We will not!"

Song Feilian raised the Moon Radiance Heavenly King Bow high and roared, "All of you, let's go!"

"Let's go!"

The disciples advanced with determination. Just a day ago, their morale had been shattered. Ling Feng's return gave them hope again.

"Ling Feng, everything depends on you!"

Song Feilian looked back once more. When they first entered the Hunting Battlefield, he could never have imagined that the key to victory would not be one of the Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes, but the weakest cultivator among them, the most unpredictable one.

...

Half a day later, at an open riverbank.

Sensing the rising battle will of the Hall of War disciples, the demon race grew wary.

"What is with these humans today? Did they take some kind of stimulant? Something feels off."

A wolf demon Great Emperor narrowed his eyes.

"It's just cornered beasts fighting back, nothing to fear!"

A snake demon Great Emperor flicked its tongue and looked toward a young woman in white robes ahead.

She was the commander of the demon race, the Fox Clan Great Emperor, Ye Qingxue.

This stunning fox maiden looked harmless at a glance, but anyone who underestimated her would be devoured without a trace.

"Their aura is indeed different."

Ye Qingxue gazed forward and murmured, "Could it be that they are no longer wary of Wen Te lurking in the shadows?"