Chapter 927: Heavy Casualties

hey think you've ingested poison and lost your powers, so they probably won't send too many strong fighters!"Quan Renxian hesitated for a moment, then said seriously:"Lord Lin, my father and I have di...Bidding farewell to the few people who left,

Lin Feng no longer hesitated and dashed towards the direction of the Necropolis Battlefield.

Soon after,

Lin Feng arrived at the outskirts of the Ling's Graveyard.

The battle here seems to have just ended, there's a deathly silence all around, and the air is thick with the stench of blood.

The black earth had been stained crimson with blood, and countless corpses of human cultivators lay in pools of blood. The scene was like a terrifying Asura hell.

"Could something really be wrong There isn't a single Divine Race corpse on the ground!"

As Lin Feng walked, he carefully observed the bodies around him.

Xiaota is a half-immortal artifact, so it's normal not to care.

And he was human, a man of flesh and blood. To suddenly see so many creatures of the myriad races slaughtered here, some almost disemboweled, his heart could not remain calm.

"Cackle cackle cackle. Looks like we have another survivor here."

At that moment,

A sinister laugh reached Lin Feng's ears.

But then two near-corporeal specters, as if smelling prey, rushed towards Lin Feng at incredible speed.

A person dressed in black,

A person dressed in white.

"Come at me! You little human!"

Two undead creatures were very ferocious, directly attacking Lin Feng from front and back, launching a Black Tiger Poaching Heart move, seemingly wanting to pierce through Lin Feng's chest and take out his heart.

Lin Feng remained motionless, his powerful physique impervious to the attacks of the two undead creatures. Not a single scratch marred him.

"What a strong body!"

Attack his soul!

Two more undead entities attempted to invade Lin Feng's Sea of Consciousness, but they were startled back almost to the point of soul-scattering by a loud shout from the small pagoda within.

"Something's not right, get out of here!"

Two undead sensed something was amiss, their bones tingling with unease, and decided to flee.

Lin Feng reached out with a large hand, easily suppressing the two people.

Are you done playing

That's enough playing.

When you're done playing, go die.

Lin Feng exerted a light force, and the white-clad spirit who was speaking instantly vanished into nothingness, dying a miserable death. He then looked at the black-clad spirit and asked:

What about you Are you done playing

“I I”

The black-clad wraith looked ghastly pale, trembling so badly that it couldn't utter a word.

"Just answer my questions honestly, understand"

Lin Feng had a blank expression on his face.

"Okay, I'll answer honestly."

The black wraith whispered.

After some questioning,

Lin Feng finally got some information from the mouth of the black-clothed wraith.

Just now,

The Human race and the Divine race launched attacks from two separate directions towards the Necropolis.

And this is the battlefield where the Human race takes responsibility!

“Because the battle was too chaotic, the battlefield was divided into many small pieces. The human cultivators on this part of the battlefield were completely wiped out by us, only two relatively strong cultivators fled to the depths of the battlefield!”

The Darkling paused.

"Which way did those two people run"

Lin Feng asked expressionlessly.

"That's over there"

The Black Wraith hurriedly pointed in one direction, then sobbed and said:

"Sir, I'm just a lowly soldier responsible for cleaning the battlefield. I don't know anything. Just treat me like dirt and let me go."

"Boom!"

Lin Feng wasted no time, directly slapping the black-clad undead into pieces.

Then he dashed off in the direction he was pointing.

The deeper one went, the thicker the deathly air became, and the more corpses lay on the ground.

At the deepest point,

...one could even faintly hear the ripples of battle.

Lin Feng walked his way, killing all the undead along the way. He didn't know how many he had killed, but he also gained a lot of useful information.

Originally, this place was the territory of the Four Great Spirit Emperors - Huang Lingdi and Di Lingdi.

Many powerful cultivators of the human race flew deep into the unknown, aiming to capture the king first. They planned to take down the two Great Emperors first.

As for the battlefield outside,

...was then entrusted to strong figures like Lu Ning and the Moonlit Sword God.

Just then.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed from the front.

Only to see a golden giant sword rise through the air, severing the void and shattering several mountains. However, it was ultimately shrouded in deathly energy, its divine radiance fading, leaving no trace.

"This is the Heaven-Piercing Sword of the Moonlit Sword God!"

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes and immediately dashed forward.

Meanwhile,

In another space shrouded in haze,

The Moonlit Sword God knelt on one knee, his right hand resting on a blood-stained broken sword. He panted heavily, his surroundings littered with the corpses of seven or eight human beings.

Even in death, these individuals still shimmer with a faint glow, emanating an eerie aura.

This proves how terrifying their strength was in life, at the very least they were tribulation transcending experts!

"Bright Moon Sword God, how are you"

The archaic robes of the ancient Buddha in Taichu Temple's hardship seeking enlightenment.

His Buddhist robes were already stained with blood, and his solemn and majestic face was pale with exhaustion. He no longer looked like a revered master, but rather a disheveled and distressed figure!

"Snooze, snooze, snooze~"

"These undead are so tough to kill! Even my Heaven-Piercing Sword can't completely suppress them!"

The Sword God of the Bright Moon had beads of sweat continuously dripping from his forehead, his words lacked energy and he was clearly exhausted to his limit.

"This time, I'm afraid we both are going to perish here!"

The monk's robes rustled as the ancient Buddha sighed.

The Moonlit Sword God clutched the broken sword in his hand, silent as ever.

Between the two people's words,

The surrounding undead surged forth like a mountain range,

The four leading specters were all clad in black robes, their eyes burning crimson, like two ghostly flames.

These four undeads are precisely the four great generals under Huang Lingdi's command, their strength is unfathomable, all reaching the level of a second-class tribulation transcender.

One of the spectral warriors spoke in a monotone.

There are no sword cultivators who wait for death, only those who die in battle!

The Moonlit Sword God let out a cold snort, beginning to burn his life essence, ready to make a desperate gamble!

As the Sword God, his strength was unparalleled. Now, in a desperate fight, his aura rose steadily, even the broken sword in his hand seemed to be reforged, emitting a dazzling brilliance that illuminated the hazy death qi.

Even if I die, I'll find some companions to bury with me!

The Moonlit Sword God let out a long roar.

His eyes gradually became firm and bright, full of energy and vigor, as if he had returned to his peak.

Yet, the ancient Buddha in robes knows.

This is at the cost of life force, ultimate sublimation, after this battle, the Moonlit Sword God will undoubtedly die!

And when he saw this,

The four great generals' expressions grew serious, and the two balls of ghostly fire in their eyes flickered violently.

"Sword God of the Bright Moon, I'm here to help you!"

Just then,

In the darkness, a chilling voice suddenly rang out.

But then, I saw the ancient black cloud ancestor slowly walk out and arrive beside the Moonlit Sword God and the monk-robed Ancient Buddha. explode...This moment.The atmosphere turned frigid, and a chill permeated the air, radiating straight up to their head.It's ridiculous that they even tried to reason with Lam Fung just now. They must...