Chapter 153: The End of the Invasion

Since Mo Xinzi smashed Feng Zhiyang into the ground, leaving him unable to recover, perhaps the allied demon clans realized the tide had turned against them.

To preserve themselves, they all withdrew from Yongning City and the Tianfeng Sect.

Meng Yingxing looked around and could clearly sense that the number of demonic beasts on the battlefield was dwindling.

After eliminating all the remaining ferocious demonic beasts before him, he saw that on the battlefield where the Tianfeng Sect’s main force was located, only Chi Zhanyue and a few Demon Kings were still entangled in combat.

This sudden and chaotic battle ended, mostly without mishap.

Meng Yingxing exhaled a breath of turbid air slightly, and a figure appeared in his peripheral vision.

He glanced sideways and saw Luo Yun, who had woken up at some unknown time, standing not far away.

“Consider this guy lucky not to have been gnawed on by demonic beasts while he was unconscious.”

Xiu Qingcheng huffed lightly, speaking indignantly.

Meng Yingxing didn’t pay much attention to Luo Yun and leaped toward the main battlefield.

Not knowing what Luo Yun was thinking, seeing Meng Yingxing rushing toward Mo Xinzi’s direction, he immediately followed closely behind.

At this moment, Feng Zhiyang, who was firmly suppressed by Mo Xinzi, suddenly opened his mouth and let out a long howl.

Abruptly, he erupted with immense strength, throwing Mo Xinzi off his body.

With the restraint gone, Feng Zhiyang immediately rolled up from the ground, opened his mouth full of fangs, and bit fiercely at Mo Xinzi.

Thrown off by Feng Zhiyang, Mo Xinzi landed gracefully, watching Feng Zhiyang’s explosive movements with a cold sneer.

“A deathbed struggle!”

Mo Xinzi shouted in a low voice.

The demon sword in his hand was thrust forward nonchalantly, piercing unobstructed into the chest and abdomen of the Soul-Eroding Beast charging at him.

Mo Xinzi’s movement was so casual, appearing to onlookers as if he were simply tossing a stone and then crushing it with his foot.

Feng Zhiyang’s movements came to an abrupt halt.

The Yao Que Sword sank into Feng Zhiyang’s body, allowing him to hear the sound of it scraping against his insides.

The voice of this sword tearing at his internal organs and limbs.

The voice of this sword, which seemed to love drinking demon blood, heartily drinking his own.

The massive Beast of Shi You slowly shrank amidst purple demonic mist, reverting to Feng Zhiyang’s human form.

He was covered in bloody wounds.

Mo Xinzi maintained the posture of thrusting the Yao Que Sword forward, watching the sword piercing through his body.

“Chi Zhanyue! Go!”

Repelling several Tianfeng Sect deacon disciples besieging him, Chen Bainiao once again reminded Chi Zhanyue from the sky, who had begun to enjoy the battle on the ground.

This time, Chi Zhanyue didn’t try to be brave.

After forcing back the Tianfeng Sect elders in front of him, he transformed into a crimson human form and followed Chen Bainiao’s direction to retreat from the Tianfeng Sect.

Before leaving, Chi Zhanyue took one last deep look at the Tianfeng Sect, which had caused him to return in defeat twice.

He didn’t know whether he was looking at the sword spirit who had given him unforgettable pain or the young man who had imitated his sword moves during their exchange.

Spitting out several mouthfuls of dripping demon blood, Feng Zhiyang saw Mo Xinzi’s figure gradually become blurred before his eyes.

“Feng Zhiyang, although the power in your Demon Bone is not as great as Feng Lianshu’s, I will accept it gratefully.”

Mo Xinzi smiled faintly, speaking softly in a voice only he and Feng Zhiyang could hear.

Feng Zhiyang’s eyes widened, staring firmly at Mo Xinzi, as if wanting to carve Mo Xinzi into his brain and drag him into the hell of eternal damnation.

Blood surged in his throat, making him unable to speak a single word.

Blood spilled across the ground, and the Shi You demon blood remaining on the Yao Que Sword slowly disappeared, as if absorbed by the demon sword.

Feng Zhiyang dragged his body, which was like a candle in the wind, stumbling forward a few steps.

His gaze slowly swept around—

He could perceive a circle of Tianfeng Sect people in front of him.

The demon army he led had long since disintegrated.

Feng Zhiyang suddenly reached out his hand forward, as if wanting to grasp someone’s hand.

“Feng Lianshu, oh Feng Lianshu, it was still me who was too weak.”

“I thought that with the help of other Demon Kings, I could succeed by risking my life.”

“I didn’t expect that in the end, I still couldn’t avenge you.”

“Going to see you now, I really have no face.”

“This Sky Rainbow Demon City, I can no longer guard it for you.”

Feng Zhiyang’s vision became dazed.

However, just at this moment, a touch of delicate purple abruptly appeared in his line of sight.

That aura was different from everyone else around.

It made him feel as if he saw Feng Lianshu, right between his outstretched fingers.

Feng Zhiyang’s sunken eyes suddenly widened, and his spirit was jolted as if in a final flash of lucidity before death.

At this moment, in Feng Zhiyang’s field of vision, only a young man wearing a Tianfeng Sect disciple uniform with black hair and crimson-gold eyes was incredibly clear.

The young man was looking at him, devoid of sorrow or joy.

“Feng Lianshu, he… looks so much like you.”

Feng Zhiyang opened his mouth, but only mouthfuls of blood continuously overflowed.

“Master, is this Shi You Demon King… looking at me?”

Meng Yingxing was somewhat confused seeing the dying Feng Zhiyang reaching out to him.

He had just rushed over to see what he could do, only to witness the scene of the Shi You Demon King perishing under Mo Xinzi’s sword.

“Why would he look at you for no reason? Probably saw something when he was dying.”

Xiu Qingcheng sighed lightly.

Just when everyone thought Feng Zhiyang would collapse immediately, he suddenly waved his hand, shooting a beam of purple light incredibly abruptly towards Meng Yingxing.

Meng Yingxing was startled.

The Ting Tian Sword in his hand moved first, guiding his hand.

Blocking with the flat of the blade, he deflected the purple light shot by Feng Zhiyang in the nick of time.

The purple light refracted off the Ting Tian Sword and smashed violently into Luo Yun’s body, who was following beside Meng Yingxing.

“!?”

Seeing himself hit by the Demon King’s dying demonic power, Luo Yun frantically felt all over his body with both hands, screaming with horror on his face.

“Help! I’ve been hit! Help me!!!”

Although Luo Yun was arrogant, at this moment of life and death, he cherished his life very much.

After launching that beam of purple light, Feng Zhiyang completely lost all signs of life, dying like a stone statue maintaining the posture of firing the purple light.

“He was indeed looking at you. Maybe he wanted to drag you down with him as a cushion.”

Xiu Qingcheng wiped away nonexistent sweat.

“Luckily I reacted fast and blocked it for you. Truly thrilling and dangerous, disciple.”

Meng Yingxing looked at the dancing and screaming Luo Yun with lingering fear in his heart.

“Master, this… nothing will happen, right?”

Xiu Qingcheng glanced at Luo Yun, her voice cold.

“Who knows.”

“Maybe he’ll explode and die in a while.”

Meng Yingxing withdrew his gaze, only to discover that the Tianfeng Sect Master Mo Xinzi, who had turned the tide of battle single-handedly, was staring at him right now.

Those unignorable golden pupils were so ethereal, giving Meng Yingxing the feeling that his entire being was seen through.