Chapter 1910: Chapter 1909: Despair?
Li Feng looked coldly at the arrogant Cang Ming: "Are you threatening me?"
Cang Ming looked at Li Feng, whose eyes were full of killing intent, and laughed three times.
"I’m threatening you indeed, what can you do about it."
"Although I have to admit you really surprised me, being able to fight me for hundreds of rounds without falling behind, there’re only a handful like you in my Demon Country."
"If you hadn’t been distracted by those worthless Divines earlier, I might not have been able to take you down for a while. But who would have thought you’d be so foolish to expose a flaw for those trash."
"That claw strike earlier tasted quite nice, didn’t it?"
Cang Ming sneered, looking at Li Feng who was filled with murderous intent, but he was fearless. Apart from this man, everyone else was like fodder, not worth mentioning. Killing them was just a matter of a thought.
"I think you should feel it too; having been struck by my Tear Claw, your wound won’t heal easily. You will keep bleeding continuously, and I wonder how much blood you have to lose."
"But soon, you will start feeling weak. Maybe just now you could still fight evenly with me without falling behind, but once you weaken, your body will be full of flaws. By then, can you still withstand my attacks?"
"You’re destined to die, it’s just a matter of time."
"But before you die, tell me your name. You have the qualification to let me know your name." Cang Ming looked at Li Feng with a look of arrogance, as if remembering the other’s name was the greatest compliment to them.
Li Feng looked at Cang Ming, who had the demeanor of a victor, and suddenly spoke: "Was my blood tasty?"
Cang Ming was taken aback, glancing at Li Feng sideways, puzzled by his unrelated remark about how his blood tasted.
"Hmph, the taste is average. However, compared to your blood, I prefer the fresh blood of human maidens, that’s much more delicious."
"Just like the few women behind you, I will take them back as my Blood Slaves after killing you. I will nurture them well until I’ve drunk all their blood."
What Cang Ming said was not merely a threat, but his genuine bloodlust; to him, the blood of human maidens was a supreme delicacy.
Li Feng looked at Cang Ming, unaware of his impending death, and smirked contemptuously.
"Typically, I wouldn’t bother with a dead man, but you’re an exception. Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll fulfill your wish."
After finishing, Li Feng pressed his toes, and his body shot towards Cang Ming like an arrow. Cang Ming lightly tapped his toes, his body fluttering away like falling leaves, looking at Li Feng with ridicule.
"A stubborn duck, boasting even in the face of death. Alright, this overlord will fulfill you."
Cang Ming suddenly swayed his body in a manner defying aerodynamics, directly rotating mid-air, his Tear Claw aiming at Li Feng’s ribs.
Li Feng foresaw it and dodged directly; Cang Ming chuckled coldly, pursuing closely. The two began a rapid exchange of attacks again, like a cat and mouse.
The attacks were straightforward; Cang Ming only used his Tear Claw, as it was his strongest attack method. He liked this close-quarters combat style because it was exciting and made his blood boil more.
He relished seeing his opponents torn to pieces by him, wailing in despair and begging for mercy, especially stronger opponents, making their destruction more thrilling.
Cang Ming felt no chance of defeat. The deep tear wounds on the opponent were continuously draining his blood.
The unhealable wounds would keep depleting the opponent’s potential; it would only take a little longer before the opponent started failing, becoming meat on his board, at his mercy.
So the fiercer Li Feng’s resistance was, the more excited Cang Ming became.
At that moment, Li Feng suddenly moved sideways to retreat, prompting Cang Ming to look at him due to his sudden move.
"What, out of stamina already?"
"I thought you could hold on a bit longer," Cang Ming mocked coldly.
"Cang Ming, can’t you stop wasting time pretending? If you can’t take him down, let me do it."
Feng Feifei was entirely frustrated, furious at being forcefully kissed by Li Feng and having her purity desecrated, and could no longer endure it. Yet, Cang Ming stole her chance for revenge, making her entangled with these damned monkeys.
Clearly, she struggled to handle the Earth Cave Demon Apes, as they were dual earth-fire attributes, precisely countering her.
"Sister Yu, Li Feng probably isn’t a match for the opponent. Let’s withdraw first."
Ouyang Qiuhai bit her lip and said.
Li Feng’s tear wounds were continuously dripping blood; Essence Blood was the source of Qi. Engaging in such fierce combat with the opponent would only accelerate blood loss. Li Feng could be described as a spent crossbow.
Looking again at the Demon Clan opponent, possessing the Wind God Body for protection, Li Feng couldn’t even harm the opponent slightly; how could he fight?
The opponent wouldn’t need to attack. Simply dragging out time would eventually lead to Li Feng’s defeat. She really couldn’t see any hope for Li Feng to turn the tables.
"If you want to leave, leave; we’ll never leave."
"Swear to live and die with the Camp Master."
Watching the trusted aides beside her yelling about dying together, Ouyang Qiuhai gritted her teeth: "Hmph, if you want to die, no one will stop you. But don’t forget, he’s dying for you."
"Sister Yu, let’s go. It’ll be too late if we don’t. Truly falling into these demon hands would be a fate worse than life or death."
Ouyang Qiuhai pulled Sikong Yu, but Sikong Yu raised her eyes to look at Li Feng. Was he truly a spent crossbow?
Sikong Yu also understood the situation. Li Feng’s chance to reverse the situation was slim. The Demon Clan’s side had the power to crush them all. Once the demon freed themselves, not one of them could escape.
Could they just flee, like deserters?
Sikong Yu bit her lips, her heart somewhat conflicted.
Cang Ming shrugged, looked at Li Feng: "Seems like there’s no time to enjoy your wailing and pleading, which is quite regrettable indeed."
"Can only send you to the Underworld early to meet my brother; have a good journey."
Although Cang Ming was somewhat twisted, he knew the mission’s goal. Now that the objective was achieved, it was time to retreat; otherwise, he truly wanted to torture this human cultivator a bit.
Thinking this, Cang Ming was like the verse, ’As the wind enters the night stealthily,’ directly transforming into a breeze, brushing towards Li Feng.
The senses could perceive the wind but could not capture the opponent’s form.
"Burn."
But at that moment, Li Feng suddenly shouted, and suddenly the wind seemed to be ignited, even the wind couldn’t extinguish this flame that clings stubbornly.
The combination of Mutated Purple Flame and Vermilion Bird Fire was almost like the Cultivation World’s napalm; whoever touches it wouldn’t escape.
Even if your form transforms into wind.
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