Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique Chapter 1594 - 22: Battle with the Lord of Netherworld

"You will enter the Endless Netherworld and participate in the divine battle!" said the Lord of Netherworld.

"Endless Netherworld? Divine battle? What’s all this nonsense?" Lin Feng asked.

The Lord of Netherworld said, "In the Endless Netherworld, it’s full of demon slaves of various Lords of Netherworld. Every ten million years, there’s a points ranking. The top ten Lords not only receive various rewards, but these ten will also retire from their positions and take on other roles!"

Lin Feng basically understood what this was about.

These Lords of Netherworld guard the world’s passage, equating to being imprisoned, without freedom.

They yearn for freedom too.

And the divine battle in the Endless Netherworld is their only way to gain freedom.

So.

They need to find powerful demon slaves.

To help them participate in the divine battle.

To help them earn points.

"The number of spots to participate in the divine battle is limited. Zhang Qingyuan and those wastes want to beco my demon slaves, but they overestimate themselves, and you two have the qualifications. Now quickly kneel before and pledge to beco my Netherworld demon slaves!"

The Lord of Netherworld looked towards Lin Feng and Leng Wuxin with an indifferent expression.

Lin Feng said, "I still have a question!"

The Lord of Netherworld impatiently said, "Why do you have so many questions? Ask quickly, don’t test my patience."

Lin Feng asked, "If we participate in the divine battle, what benefits would we receive?"

The Lord of Netherworld said sinisterly, "The benefit is your freedom after a million years!"

"Freedom, such a precious thing, so maddening, nothing compares to it!"

"Go..." Lin Feng whispered to Leng Wuxin.

"Be careful!"

Leng Wuxin hesitated for a mont, then dashed away.

"Hmm? Trying to leave? You dare defy ? Courting death!"

Seeing Leng Wuxin leaving, the Lord of Netherworld roared in anger, and endless black mist swept over, covering Lin Feng and Leng Wuxin.

"Heavenly Fire Burning Heaven!"

...

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Lin Feng summoned all three types of Heavenly Fire.

Fire Burning All Heavens.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle!

The black mist released by the Lord of Netherworld began to burn.

"Heavenly Fire, and three types of Heavenly Fire! How is it possible for soone to refine so many Heavenly Fires?"

The Lord of Netherworld exclaid in disbelief.

He had lived for an extraordinarily long ti.

He knew many secrets far more than most.

But because he knew so many secrets.

The Lord of Netherworld understood just how precious Heavenly Fire was.

The later stages of cultivation, the more crucial Heavenly Fire becos, especially when becoming an Emperor, it plays a decisive role.

Many simply do not know this.

Refining even one Heavenly Fire is a rare blessing.

Lin Feng actually refined three types of Heavenly Fire, how could the Lord of Netherworld not be shocked?

"Haha! Lord of Netherworld, you’re a Yin Spirit! You will be restrained by my Heavenly Fire!"

Lin Feng laughed as he spoke.

The Lord of Netherworld’s expression remained cold and disdainful, "What of it being a Yin Spirit? What of being restrained by Heavenly Fire? Your cultivation is too weak, the Heavenly Fire in your hands is a waste."

Then, the Lord of Netherworld made a series of hand signs.

Billion spells.

Converged together.

"Netherworld Ghost Sea!"

The Lord of Netherworld sneered, waved his hand, and an endless ocean appeared.

That ocean, as far as the eye could see, had no end.

In that ocean, were countless ghosts.

Ghost soldiers, Fierce ghosts, Evil ghosts, Skeleton ghosts... Various kinds of ghosts, shouting and killing, rushed towards Lin Feng to attack.

"Oh my!"

Lin Feng withdrew the Heavenly Fire and turned to run.

This Lord of Netherworld was too powerful, even with the Heavenly Fire that restrained him, the gap was still too great.

Seeing Lin Feng turn and run, the Lord of Netherworld shouted coldly, "Boy, you’re a real coward!"

"I’m no coward, damn it, you’re at the True God Realm, young master here is only at Void God Realm, we’re dozens of levels apart, should I just stay here and die?"

Lin Feng cursed.

"How dare you insult , you’re digging your own grave, you can’t escape, I will devour you."

The Lord of Netherworld chased aggressively.

A chase ensued.

The Lord of Netherworld was fast, but Lin Feng wasn’t slow either.

The Lord pursued for more than an hour but couldn’t catch Lin Feng, leaving him extrely frustrated.

Chasing just an ant.

Such a long chase.

The Lord of Netherworld felt a maddening hatred.

"Boom..." In the distance, a terrifying aura approached.

Leng Wuxin rushed in, enveloping the Forbidden Soul Stone with mana.

"You dare to plot against !"

The Lord of Netherworld had realized everything now, Leng Wuxin’s earlier departure, Lin Feng’s delaying tactics.

It was all to buy ti for Leng Wuxin.

To successfully retrieve the Forbidden Soul Stone to deal with him.

"Lord of Netherworld, let us leave, we won’t interfere with each other, but if you insist on forcing us, it will be mutual destruction!"

Leng Wuxin said coldly.

"You ants dare threaten ? Who do you think you are? You think mastering the Forbidden Soul Stone can deal with ? If so, you’re very mistaken; I am a Netherworld Envoy of the Netherworld, unkillable, immortal, today I will devour you both."

The Lord of Netherworld, enraged, stepped forward, swinging a palm towards Leng Wuxin.

In the Lord of Netherworld’s eyes.

Lin Feng was no threat.

After all, Lin Feng was just at Void God Realm.

The only threat was Leng Wuxin.

Despite everything, Leng Wuxin was nearly at True God Realm.

And the Forbidden Soul Stone was in Leng Wuxin’s possession.

"Shake Strike!"

Leng Wuxin shouted coldly, activating the Forbidden Soul Stone, launching an attack at the Lord of Netherworld.

Bang.

The Lord’s attack collided with Leng Wuxin’s Forbidden Soul Stone.

Heavenly collapse and earth split, sun and moon without light, the ground sank.

Thump thump thump...

Leng Wuxin was shaken back.

Wow.

Blood spurted from his mouth.

Although the Lord of Netherworld also retreated a few steps, it was apparent that he wasn’t much injured.

"Existences like ants, no matter how you resist, you cannot contend with , before , there’s only death for you."

The Lord of Netherworld’s voice seed to drift from Hell, filled with endless sinister killing intent, making one shiver instinctively.

Endless demonic mist churned around him.

The Lord of Netherworld advanced step by step towards Leng Wuxin.

Leng Wuxin was communicating with the Forbidden Soul Stone, which required so ti.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth, activating the Nine Demon Map, attacking the Lord of Netherworld.

"Emperor Weapon!! Boy, you have quite a few treasures, but they’re useless; your realm is too low!"

The Lord of Netherworld sneered, sweeping a palm towards Lin Feng.

Bam...

Lin Feng felt like he was struck by lightning, swept thousands of ters away, the Nine Demon Map dimd dramatically.

His body smashed into a mountain peak, collapsing it.

Then buried under the ruins, motionless, life or death unknown.