Boom!
Boom!
Crack!
A grand melee erupted, everyone launching attacks at different opponents, with the number of dead and injured steadily rising.
"These guys really know how to seize an opportunity!"
Ling Feng frowned, fighting for his life against the rotten monster above, while down below, the others not only fled but audaciously started vying for treasure!
Just as Ling Feng was momentarily distracted, the monster roared fiercely, and with one punch, it sent Ling Feng reeling before charging aggressively toward the Divine Platform.
Unlike its anger toward Ling Feng, it seemed more concerned about the items within the Divine Platform.
"Roar!"
The roar exploded, with the monster directly knocking back over ten Saint Level experts at the forefront.
Among these ten people, only three or four died instantly, while the majority sustained only minor injuries.
"The monster’s strength is weakening!"
Someone immediately noticed, and hope flickered in their eyes.
Perhaps they could join forces to exhaust this monster to death!
"Roar!"
The rotten monster growled lowly, glaring at everyone present, while above the temple, the huge God Demon spectral image clearly started to shrink.
Just as everyone had guessed, the monster’s strength was indeed weakening, and at an alarming rate.
Previously subdued by an Immortal Domain expert for too long, the remaining strength was scant. Initially, with its power, it could easily eliminate any person, and effortlessly take the treasure beneath the Divine Platform.
Unfortunately, it encountered Ling Feng.
To deal with Ling Feng, it expended too much strength, leaving it no choice but to abandon Ling Feng in its urgency to snatch the treasure.
The treasure was indeed the source of its power!
Boom boom boom!
The monster attacked frantically, each strike guaranteed to kill several Martial Artists, but after every strike, the crowd could clearly feel the monster’s strength continually waning.
It’s a pity it lacked intelligence; otherwise, it should have conserved its strength, alleviated its burden, and then suddenly erupted, rushing into the Divine Platform to seize the treasure.
Had it done this, no one would have been able to obstruct it.
Yet regrettably, it kept squandering what little strength remained, and the more it did so, the harder it became to seize the treasure within the Divine Platform.
Once realizing the monster’s strength had diminished to the utmost, Martial Artists, who previously cowered in fear, began a frenzied assault on the monster.
"Huff..."
Ling Feng descended slowly from midair, having exhausted all the ancestral Divine Power remaining in him during the fight with the monster.
Indeed, the monster’s strength was continually weakening, but his Divine Power had also run dry.
Unfortunately, he still failed to slay the monster.
But somehow, this turned out well; the monster helped rid him of many competitors.
"Having exhausted my Divine Power, yet still failing to slay the monster—you’re too weak!"
A dignified voice echoed in his mind, and Ling Feng replied with a wry smile, "Your Divine Power is indeed formidable, but I must know how to use it!"
Just like living on a few pennies every day, suddenly receiving millions or billions—how could you know how to spend it all at once?
"Being able to fight it to a draw is moderately acceptable."
The authoritative voice carried a hint of bitterness, "Regrettably, my remaining memory is scant, and only one technique of the ’Heavenly Punishment Nine Techniques’ remains. Now, as I am about to dissipate, I will impart it to you..."
As the voice grew weaker, a memory emerged in Ling Feng’s mind, a sword move from the ’Heavenly Punishment Nine Techniques.’
The fragment of Divine Thought residing within the Heavenly Punishment Sword thoroughly disappeared.
"Senior!"
Ling Feng called out softly, but there was no response. That strand of Divine Thought was already incomplete and having endured unknown ages, persisting until this moment after shattering the divine statue proved quite remarkable.
"Alas..."
Ling Feng sighed lightly; there remained numerous questions within his heart, which seemed temporarily unsolvable.
He merely knew that this Heavenly Punishment Sword must have been the exclusive Heavenly Weapon of the Heavenly Dao Clan ancestors, entangled in a deep grudge with the master of the headless divine statue.
In moments of extreme anger, his mind once envisioned a blurry scene—he only saw a spectacle of blood-stained Heavenly Vault, seemingly with a figure of a woman...
Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng could only bury these queries deep within.
The events from countless ages past were shrouded in mystery; unraveling such layers of riddles required much greater strength!
Only standing at the peak of this world can everything be uncovered!
Ling Feng clenched his fists; these words were the sole message left by his mother for him.
Resolving his emotions, Ling Feng focused his gaze on the situation within the temple’s great hall.
Though the rotten monster’s strength had dwindled to the utmost, its defense remained astonishingly formidable. Adhering to its robust physique and brute force, it could still wreak havoc.
Yet the overwhelming power it wielded at the start had long dissipated.
At this moment, someone broke through heavy encirclement, suddenly entering the Divine Platform, and then erupted in a burst of excited laughter. The person soared upward, with a dark red rhomboid gem in their hands.
The gem, eerily red and seeming as if blood would spill from it, resembled an eye!
This person was a Demon Clan Expert, the same Silver Fox Clan expert who earlier conspired with Young Master Xiang Liu against Ling Feng.
Having endured patiently, conserving strength, initially staying at the periphery of the battle looking inconspicuous, they seized the chance when the rotten monster collided and split open a gap among many experts; then, with a full-fledged outburst, they snatched the treasure ahead of others.
The eerie eye-like gem was tightly clutched, invoking a surge of power that arose spontaneously.

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