Skilled in fist techniques and extrely agile, even higher-level Half-Beastn and the infamous Jackal-wolfn in the Abyss would face certain death when encountering Flora.
Yet, this incredibly talented expert was being firmly suppressed by the Three-winged Demon Fly, relying solely on its physical strength to have a slight edge over Flora in battle.
Chen Feng’s shock could truly be described as a tidal wave of astonishnt.
Honestly, Chen Feng had never seen an insect with such strong reflexes; the only one who had ever forced Flora into such a corner before was Yang Zheng.
But who was he?
Hundred Beasts Divine General.
Proficient in Baji Fist, even without awakening, he was skilled at fighting one against five.
But now, Yang Zheng’s once-proud awakening and fist techniques seed as childish as a three-year-old’s in front of this monster—the Three-winged Demon Fly.
Watching the Three-winged Demon Fly dodge, leave afterimages, raise its fists, and crush, even with a baby-like body, it exerted frenzied power.
It was at this mont that Chen Feng realized what kind of beings the so-called Insect Kings really were—a Demon Fly, rely renowned for its speed and peculiarity at Silver Peak, could battle a Master of Fist. Then how powerful must the Dragon Patterned Beetle, acclaid as "Invincible on Land," and the Earth-Boring Giant Worm, known for "Absolute Defense," be?
Furthermore, what level of prowess had the Insect Emperor reached, the one who tad five Insect Kings as if they were sheep?
The mighty strength of the Three-winged Demon Fly cast a sense of oppression over Chen Feng’s heart!
It used the weakest ans to invoke a sense of despair in him—just how brutal and terrifying was it!
Chen Feng initially thought that the Three-winged Demon Fly’s fearless deanor indicated it was relying on its speed to win, so he calculated transforming into a Fla Demon, igniting flas over his body to make it wary.
But Chen Feng miscalculated; the opponent hadn’t prepared for an ambush but instead faced him head-on, using sheer strength, speed, and explosive force to obliterate everything!
"Boom!"
At this mont, the adjacent wall suddenly exploded; the Mourner crashed through, shattering the wall as it entered, wielding the Epic Fang with an aura of tragic determination.
Seeing this scene, Chen Feng began to conjure a fireball in his palm, realizing that fighting the Demon Fly alone was impossible. At this mont, they had to unite to stand a chance of survival!
"Buzz!"
This fireball was more turbulent than any before; compressed and compressed again, it shrank from palm-sized to walnut-sized. However, its color shifted from blue to purple, even evaporating the moisture in the air, leaving the surroundings much drier.
Chen Feng’s face turned slightly pale, expending nearly half of his Spiritual Power to compress the flas like this. After all, his Fla Demon form wasn’t fully achieved, and this exertion evidently had so side effects on him.
Suspending the fireball in his palm, Chen Feng wasn’t in a hurry to release it; he waited for an opportunity to strike the Three-winged Demon Fly with a severe blow!
The intense battle between the Three-winged Demon Fly and Flora continued when the Mourner suddenly charged in, fearless in the face of danger, transford into an Undead. Existing without life, it wouldn’t care about the Demon Fly’s power or appearance.
If Flora was like an agile leopard, then the Mourner was the charging rhino of the plains, relying solely on unstoppable montum upon finding its prey.
The Three-winged Demon Fly’s gaze turned directly toward the Mourner.
It had been enjoying its fight with Flora, only to be interrupted, awakening its violent nature within, and its eyes imdiately shone with a crazed, ferocious glint.
Muscles began to bulge on its smooth skin as it gaped its once-closed mouth, emitting a piercing screech upon seeing the Mourner!
Those were sharp teeth, not the teeth of a human, but similar to jagged saws, making one doubt not a bit that a single bite could tear away a massive chunk of flesh!
What moved Chen Feng even more was the unwavering montum exuded by it, surrounded by rippling waves, carrying an inexplicable rhythm, appearing extrely peculiar.
The Mourner, brutal in its advance, lifted its Epic Blade completely ignoring the changes of the Demon Fly!
However, in the eyes of the Demon Fly, the Mourner’s speed was negligible, like a gazelle compared to a tortoise—there was absolutely no comparison between them.
The Three-winged Demon Fly flickered and flew directly onto the Mourner’s shoulder, its mouth once small now expanding to its earlobes, biting down on the Mourner’s arm.
"Crunch!"
The Mourner’s arm was directly broken off, and the Epic Fang fell to the ground. But that wasn’t all; disturbed, the Three-winged Demon Fly was furious, delivering a heavy punch to the Mourner’s face, sending the Undead, even entwined with iron wires, crashing into the wall.
Terrifying!
The Mourner’s arm was simply bitten off just like that—from attack to serious injury in less than a minute!
"Now’s the ti!"
As the Mourner was vanquished, Chen Feng’s pupils contracted, and his palm thrust out toward the Demon Fly.
A scorching heat wave rushed forth as the Three-winged Demon Fly, still relishing in the pleasure of brutality, was directly struck by the fireball, losing balance, crashing through a nearby ventilation duct.
Flora, witnessing this, stepped back and stood in front of Chen Feng, while on the other side, the Mourner rose from the ground, dragging its broken body to guard its master.
Is it over?
However, things didn’t end there; a pitch-black figure flew out from the shadows, its upper body scorched, covered in blisters over its once-fair skin. So serious areas beca ulcerated, exposing bare bone.
"Still not dead?"
Chen Feng panted heavily, having consud most of his Spiritual Power. One could say he had exhausted every usable trump card, yet, though the Three-winged Demon Fly seed wretched, its vitality remained unaffected, aning these wounds were not fatal for it!
"Hiss..."
Mortally wounded, the Three-winged Demon Fly no longer toyed around but transford thoroughly into a savage insect!
The Demon Fly’s eyes glinted with a bloody murderous intent, and it was entirely enraged, opening its foul-slling mouth to roar toward Chen Feng’s direction.
Violence, anger, madness... an extre vengeance desire swept over Chen Feng like a hurricane. Even though it didn’t utter a word, Chen Feng still sensed the icy murderous vibe emanating from it.
The Three-winged Demon Fly no longer had the mood to joke around, and under such circumstances, even Flora couldn’t impede its movents.
No way out?
Faced with such a scenario, what choice did Chen Feng have?
"Moo..."
The Mourner took a step forward, though its arm was torn off, it still wasn’t hindered from continuing to fight. As the Demon Fly bellowed, it too opened its mouth to let out a hoarse howl.
At this mont, a searing heat appeared around the Mourner’s neck.
With the master behind it, the Mourner was completely unguarded, focusing intently ahead. But suddenly, an indescribable force hit its neck, as if a hamr struck it fiercely, then its head soared high, landing at the Demon Fly’s feet.
The Mourner’s eyes stared ahead—even at death, it couldn’t comprehend what had happened.
In the air lingered a scent of burning flesh, alongside a strong corpse.
Chen Feng raised his hand, still making a slashing motion. Just now, a longsword completely ford of flas had pierced the Mourner’s neck.
Flora widened her eyes, as if her mouth was filled with sothing obstructive, unable to utter a single word, just staring at Chen Feng in profound shock.
"With your arm cut off and the Epic Fang lost, even fearless, how can you possibly be a match for the Three-winged Demon Fly?"
Chen Feng spoke with an eerie tone, like a ghostly whisper.
"Exhausted your cards? That was just now. Now... I have a new sacrifice."
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