Chapter 1287: Chapter 85: Destruction of the Abyss_2 Chapter 1287: Chapter 85: Destruction of the Abyss_2 Upon pulling the little one, Feng Yin was imdiately overco with heartache.
He had overestimated the little one’s combat prowess, and through this tug, he could clearly feel Feng Ying’s weakness.
However, Feng Yin wouldn’t retreat, and the little one had continued to fight until now.
Although he wasn’t to the point of exhaustion, the feeling of helplessness and bodily discord told a clear story; despite his outward strength, inside he was drained and his weakness could not be hidden.
He hurriedly stuffed two dicinal pills into Feng Ying’s small mouth.
“Hurry so much? Why not stay and chat a bit?”
Suddenly, a cold voice sounded from afar, and the newcor arrived in an instant, already above their heads.
Feng Yin imdiately shielded Feng Ying behind him.
He then stood tall and straight, his entire being transforming into a colossal giant in an instant.
The knife also grew with the wind, turning into a hundred-yard-long blade in the blink of an eye.
A mass of gray shadow descended from the sky, and a massive hand reached out aggressively.
Feng Yin shouted, unleashing the Forest of Blades Performance, aiming directly at the enemy.
At that mont, here in this place, Feng Ying was right behind him.
When facing an unprecedentedly powerful enemy, Feng Yin suddenly felt an imnse weight upon him.
“As long as I’m not gone, you need not worry!”
Perhaps this state of mind best described his current sentint?!
With his body towering a thousand yards high, head touching the heavens, feet planted on the earth, he was majestic and grand, deep as an abyss and as solid as a mountain.
Wherever his long blade passed, blood splattered everywhere.
A swing of the blade seed to transform the entire underworld into an illusion in the sky!
With a loud boom,
The enemy’s distant charging montum was not just arrested but reversed, their blood boiling, innards nearly bursting.
With one stroke, the figure, which had been surging forward like an arrow, was now tumbling backward, all in the blink of an eye.
From The Other Side, Feng Yin too, grunted, a trace of scarlet at his mouth as he lifted off the ground and, using the rebound force of that strike, soared high into the sky with Feng Ying, vanishing from sight in an instant.
“Do not flee!”
The second leader of the Abyss, sword in hand, charged up, seeking to exploit this rare opportunity to finish off this unprecedentedly dangerous enemy.
But just as he entered the passage, he let out a terrified shout and retreated even faster than he had advanced.
For a blade’s light had descended straight down.
By a hair’s breadth, it narrowly missed beheading the second leader.
Still, the wounds caused by the blade’s light, as it tore through space leaving a trail in its wake, inflicted dozens of bloody gashes all over the second leader’s body, each one deep enough to show bone.
Doctor Feng, with his cautious nature, would have surely prepared a counter-kill tactic during retreat, right?
“Alas, I still don’t have enough control over my own strength, leaving regrets. It would have been better if that demon had charged a bit closer.”
These sighs weren’t the moanings of the unafflicted; if it weren’t for the previous two hours of fierce fighting, constant full-force efforts, and excessive exertion, followed by the distraction of protecting Feng Ying, with two-tenths of his strength not even unleashed, how could he have sustained such slight injuries during the clash with the great leader of the Abyss!
Indeed, most of the damage ca from Feng Yin himself; by holding back two-tenths of his strength, the reversed force took its toll on him. However, ensuring Feng Ying’s safety was naturally worth it.
Moreover, Feng Yin gained more experience from fighting with Forest of Blades Performance in real combat than from daily practice and exchanges, especially in understanding the intent behind the moves while protecting soone behind him, he had much more insight.
The real regret was that the great leader of the Abyss still wasn’t strong enough to pose a sufficient threat or life-and-death crisis to Feng Yin, which ant the understanding of the moves to protect soone behind him was limited.
As for the last strike against the second leader, it was rely the finishing touch to the battle. It would have been ideal to kill him, but it didn’t matter much if he couldn’t!
After this battle, Feng Yin had a clear understanding of the capabilities of the upper echelons of the Abyss!
So far, the Abyss monsters that had shown themselves were indeed very strong, no less than the pinnacle of the human and demon races on the Wan Li Continent, perhaps even surpassing them. Among them, the golden-crowned leaders ranked above the supre nines of the human race, and above Peng Wanli, the strongest of the demon race that Feng Yin had ever t.
Although the golden-crowned leader was stronger, Peng Wanli had stopped progressing in strength due to the self-destruction of his origin a long ti ago. Now that his origin had recovered, he would need considerable ti to reach the level of combat power he ought to have. Considering this, the true strength of the golden-crowned great leader and Peng Wanli at his strongest would be about equal.
As for the true strongest of the demon race, the Demon King, Feng Yin had not yet encountered him, so it was unclear who was stronger. On the human side, among the Nine Colors supre beings, there were variations in strength. The strongest, Qing Ming, was not weaker than the second leader. If he joined forces with Green Wolf, they would be able to contend with the golden-crowned leader, even potentially reversing the odds.
Only the last to appear, the old ancestor of the Abyss, had overwhelming power that surpassed his peers. From what Feng Yin had seen, looking at the pinnacle of the human and demon races, most likely no one could match him.
Feng Yin, using the rebound force from the second leader, leapt thousands of yards again, now deep within the dense fog.
The already dicated Feng Ying quickly regained much of its combat power. At this mont, wrapped by its tail, it whisked Feng Yin into the sky.
In just a mont, they were rising through the clouds, as if riding upwards on them.
Below, beasts were swarming, clearly continuing to pour into the passage,
Obviously under the coercion of the higher-ups of the Abyss, seizing this opportunity to continue their assault on the continental exit.
With a swish of a piercing sound, Feng Yin and Feng Ying burst out of the fog.
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