He had worn an expression of pure bliss.
As the Soul Essence Ore was fed in continuously, his connection to the Netherworld Blood Sea grew ever tighter.
The supre ecstasy of absolute control sent shivers through his very soul.
But suddenly, his brow furrowed sharply.
A slight, discordant fluctuation appeared in the supply of the Illusion Realm’s Energy.
A mont later, the fluctuation beca an outright cutoff.
The entire Illusion Realm’s Energy level, like a punctured balloon, was plumting at a heart-stopping speed!
The domain’s intensity, once stable at the Peak of Tier Three Late Stage, plumted to the Tier Three Middle Stage in the blink of an eye!
And it was still dropping!
"What’s going on?!"
Li Wei’s eyes snapped open, his bloodshot gaze filled with disbelief and fury.
"R-Reporting, my lord!"
An Illusionary Servant ca scrambling in, its body flickering with fear, on the verge of complete dissipation.
"Those... those ’Floating People’ are rebelling!"
"They... they’re tearing down the city!"
"Tearing down the city?"
Li Wei was stunned for a mont, then began to laugh, his fury twisting into amusent.
"Good! Very good, Han Feng!"
With a grand wave of his hand, the Blood Pool before him transford into a smooth Water Mirror.
The mirror reflected the perfect image of Han Feng cleaving a Butcher in two, stall and all, with a single sword strike.
It then showed him deftly reaching out to "loot" the Energy Core.
His casually greedy deanor looked more professional than that of the most ruthless space pirate!
’Treating my Illusion Realm like an all-you-can-eat buffet, are we?’
Li Wei was so furious his chest throbbed with pain, and even the "Holy Infant" crystal let out a piteous whine, unable to bear the strain.
The gambit he had so painstakingly arranged, the rules he had ticulously crafted—they were being uprooted from their very foundations by this utterly shaless tactic!
’Rules?’
’These people never had any intention of playing by the rules!’
"Since you’re all asking to die, you have no one to bla but ."
Li Wei slowly rose to his feet as a thick, viscous aura of blood erupted from his body.
The few Illusionary Servants nearby didn’t even have ti to scream before the aura shattered them into pieces, which he then absorbed as nutrients.
"Relay my command."
His voice had beco hoarse and grating, each word laced with a bone-scraping chill.
"Open the dungeons! Release all the ’Evil Ghosts’!"
"And also, activate the Blood Sea Deluge!"
"I will turn this Ping’an County into a true Eternal Purgatory!"
...
「On the comrcial street.」
Han Feng had just finished "fully charging" Wang ng’s Energy War Axe when a bone-piercing chill shot up his spine.
He snapped his head up.
Above, the crimson sky had silently split open, revealing a hideous gash.
A viscous, dark-red fluid was pouring down from the fissure!
It wasn’t rain.
It was blood!
’We might have overdone it a little...’
Han Feng licked his dry lips, but the battle lust in his eyes only intensified, burning with even greater ferocity.
"Alright, everyone. Get ready for phase two of the boss fight."
The scar in the sky wept tears of blood.
There was no thunder, only a grating, sloshing sound that set one’s teeth on edge.
The viscous blood descended, carrying a thick, cloyingly sweet and rotten stench.
"Everyone who wants to live, get over here!"
Han Feng bellowed.
Zhang Hao and the others reacted in a flash, tightening their ranks to form an impenetrable circle with Han Feng at its core.
Han Feng gave a gentle upward push with his Longsword.
There was no heaven-shattering Sword Aura, only a thin but keen silver light that spread out to form an invisible canopy three ters above his head.
The viscous blood splattered against the silver light, releasing wisps of green smoke with a hair-raising sizzle of corrosion, yet it failed to penetrate in the slightest.
"Is Li Wei throwing everything he has at us?"
Wang ng shrank his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he watched the apocalyptic scene unfold outside.
"If that stuff got on us, these makeshift bodies of ours would probably lt into a puddle of pus on the spot."
"It’s not that dramatic. At worst, our power would just drain a little faster."
Han Feng stared coldly ahead, all while maintaining the Sword Essence Shield.
After being soaked by the blood rain, the street’s flagstones began to writhe ominously.
The shattered debris of buildings and the fragnts of dead monsters seed to be granted new life, nourished by the bloody water.
They converged, twisted, and reford.
Skinless, crimson monsters with exposed muscle fibers shrieked as they crawled up from the ground.
So had three heads and six arms; the arms of others had transford into Bone Blades.
Their numbers were in the hundreds, even thousands.
"He’s activated the entire Energy reserve of Ping’an County."
Su Yue adjusted her nonexistent glasses, her tone as calm as ever.
"The Energy readings are skyrocketing exponentially. The average strength of these monsters... is approaching the Tier Two Early Stage."
"Tier Two Early Stage?"
Fan Jian gripped his Energy Short Blade, his expression grave. "This many?"
In the outside world, they naturally wouldn’t fear this.
But here, they were just a group of "Ghosts" who relied on "charging" to maintain their forms, and their sustainability was a major concern.
"What’s there to be afraid of?"
Han Feng suddenly smiled.
It was a look that made even Zhang Hao, standing beside him, feel his skin crawl.
It was the look of soone who had starved for three days and was now gazing upon a royal banquet.
"This isn’t a monster siege."
"This is clearly a food delivery."
The words had barely left his lips when Han Feng suddenly retracted the Sword Essence Shield above their heads.
"Are you crazy?! What are you doing?!"
Lei Qianjun blanched, instinctively raising his Giant Hamr to block the torrent of blood.
In the next instant, everyone froze.
The all-corroding blood rain vanished into thin air upon entering a one-ter radius around Han Feng.
No, it wasn’t vanishing.
It was being devoured.
At that mont, every pore on Han Feng’s body had beco an invisible vortex.
They were greedily, madly devouring this high-purity Energy.
[Ding! High-concentration Illusion Realm Origin Energy (Activated) detected!]
[Innate Sword Body (Basic Level) is automatically running...]
[Purifying... Absorbing...]
[Foundation Establishnt Energy 2... 3... 2...]
The system notifications blurred together, composing the most beautiful symphony in the world.
Han Feng felt as if he were bathing in a hot spring, a feeling of pure comfort spreading through his entire body.
The Sword Essence he had just consud in battle was being replenished at a terrifying rate.
It was refilling so quickly, in fact, that his newly ford Dao Veins began to faintly swell.
"Don’t just stand there gawking."
Han Feng turned back, his eyes shining with a frightening light.
"Since Li Wei is treating, we shouldn’t be polite."
"Brother ng, Big Lei, you two take the front. Just focus on smashing things. Yell for when you run out of juice."
"Old Fang, Liu Cheng, clear the flanks."
"Captain, you’re on support from the center."
"Su Yue, call out targets!"
With these brief commands, the killing machine known as "Sharp Sword" instantly began operating at full capacity.
"ROAR!"
The first wave of crimson monsters was upon them.
Wang ng let out a booming laugh as his Giant Axe swung in a brutal arc.
He no longer needed to worry about Energy consumption; every attack was unleashed with his full, unreserved power!
SQUELCH!
Three of the foremost blood monsters were instantly sliced in half at the waist.
However, the monsters’ Life Force was astonishingly strong. Even with only their upper bodies remaining, they continued to shriek and crawl toward the group.
"Finish them off!"
Zhang Hao’s figure followed like a phantom, his Battle Saber plunging with unerring precision into the monster’s Energy Core.
The monster let out a wretched wail before exploding into a cloud of blood mist.
Before this blood mist could return to the Illusion Realm’s origin, it was forcefully drawn by a tyrannical suction, surging into Han Feng at the center of the formation like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.
[Foundation Establishnt Energy 15!]
Han Feng stood at the eye of the storm, his Longsword sheathed, yet he was the busiest of them all.
With a grasping motion of his left hand, he seized a large cloud of blood mist, which then compressed and spun wildly in his palm.
His Sword Essence acted as a millstone, instantly grinding the chaotic, violent Will within the mist to dust, leaving only the purest, most flawless Energy.
"Catch!"
With a casual flick of his wrist, Han Feng sent the milky-white orb of Energy flying, where it struck Wang ng squarely in the back.
Wang ng’s form, which had grown slightly transparent after his all-out attack, instantly solidified.
"Yeah! That really packs a punch!"
Wang ng let out a wild cry, swinging his Giant Axe once more as he charged deeper into the monster horde.
"Liu Cheng, you get so too."
Han Feng backhanded another orb of Energy, sending it straight into Liu Cheng’s mouth.
Liu Cheng felt a surge of heat explode within him, and the barrel of the energy shotgun materialized in his hands began to glow crimson.
A single blast cleared a huge, fan-shaped area of the blood monsters before him.
This was hardly a bitter struggle.
It was a tireless, never-ending harvest festival!
If Li Wei could see this, he would probably have an aneurysm on the spot.
His final trump card, for which he had risked everything, had not only failed to wear down these ants but had instead beco their personal Energy Source.
His fury, his killing blows, his everything—all of it was just fuel for Han Feng’s ascent.
He had beco his enemy’s perfect "portable charger."
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