Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Yin Jiuyi had never thought that Ye Feng, who had such outstanding martial power, would actually be a master of mental strength.    

Caught off guard, his mind felt as if it had been ruthlessly pierced by something. Immediately, he felt dizzy and a fierce pain came over, causing him to be unable to help from stagnating his yin energy.    

"A good chance!"    

Ye Feng seized this opportunity with his keen senses.    

With a rumbling sound, the 'Cyan Black Nether Fire' rose from the surface of his body and transformed into a Firebird that was about to spread its wings and fly away, flying towards Yin Jiuyi's body with a loud bang.    

At the same time, the "Ten-Direction Eight Trigrams Fist" in his hand shone brightly, breaking through the Yin Qi defense and invading the black dark cloud.    

A crack spread out from the inside of the black light and spread in all directions. After a loud bang, the entire black cloud of Yin Qi was shattered into pieces.    

"This is bad!"    

As the black ball of light exploded, Yin Jiuyi, who had just recovered from his dazed state, immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. Before he could react, the Firebird that had transformed into the "Cyan Black Nether Fire" had already started burning fiercely on his Armor of Elemental Qi like maggots.    

Fire was the bane of all yin qi, so there was no need to talk about this flame ignited by Ye Feng. It was an extremely famous Cyan Black Nether Fire on the Heavenly Flame List.    

In the blink of an eye, the Armor of Elemental Qi on Yin Jiuyi's body turned into ashes. Under the burning of the strange fire, the devil's vision turned black and he fell to the ground.    

Ye Feng who had withdrawn the Underworld Flame had his arms hanging down, and was gasping for air with his mouth wide open.    

The current Ye Feng had already reached the end of his lamp, but he stood in his original position, looking at Yin Jiuyi with a gaze that grew denser with pride.    

Myself... He had actually defeated a Ninth Level of Void Stage Ranker in a direct confrontation.    

Although there was a trace of luck in winning this battle, and it was even with the help of the Devil Flame Dragonlion, Ye Feng had, in the end, laughed to the very last.    

This Profound Yin Sect Demon was indeed incomparably strong. If not for the last juncture, when Ye Feng used a mental attack that no one would be able to defend against, he would have been absent-minded for a moment.    

Not only was he not using his trump card, he was also severely injured. The bones and muscles of his left arm were all broken. One could imagine just how dangerous that battle had been.    

It was good that he won!    

Slowly recovering the Essence in his body, Ye Feng glanced at the Devil Flame Dragonlion and took the opportunity to bring it back to the Spiritual Beast Bag that was rolling on the other side.    

When the Dragonlion's body disappeared, the ghost that was entwined on the Dragonlion's body and was absorbing the spirit flew up like a headless fly. After failing to sense Yin Jiuyi's information for a long time, the ghost turned into black mist with a "hu la" sound and released a burst of mournful ghost cries in the air.    

Only now did Ye Feng feel completely at ease.    

If this ghost had its own Intelligence, under his exhaustion, he might not even have the ability to destroy it.    

He calmed his chaotic Qi and prepared to walk towards Yin Jiuyi whose entire body was scorched black. His aura was extremely low and could be said to be on the verge of death.    

However, the moment Ye Feng moved his feet, an unexpected change suddenly occurred within the rubble of the collapsed cave not far away. From within, a small person the size of a palm flew out.    

This little person looked a little like the Hei Ai from before, with a panicked expression. When it saw Yin Jiuyi lying on the ground, it looked like it was in a panic, and directly drilled into his head.    

The black figurine disappeared, but Yin Jiuyi started to wiggle his fingers. Boom!    

"Holy sh * t!"    

Of course, Ye Feng knew what that black figurine was. It was the martial spirit of the Devil Master Hei Ai that had broken through into the King Realm.    

Why is the Martial Spirit still there and Wang Haorann's figure not showing?    

Could it be that Elder Wang had died miserably in his battle with Devil Master Hei Ai?    

That would be terrible.    

Ye Feng understood that if not for Wang Haorann, this King Stage Expert, as his backing, it would be impossible for him to help Duan Qingjiang wash away the grievances caused by the devils.    

As a result, everything he had done these past few days would be useless.    

Stopping where he was, he carefully observed Yin Jiuyi, who was not far away, with his vigilant eyes.    

After a moment, he stood up shakily.    

Although his aura was still extremely low, this action was enough to show that he was not dead yet.    

Yin Jiuyi was still alive!    

Forget about Wang Haorann, let's finish off this guy first.    

Ye Feng rushed forward a few steps, and reached a certain distance from Yin Jiuyi. It was true that Hei Ai had the Hei Ai martial spirit in his body, allowing him to revive after death, but at this moment, he shouldn't have the ability to continue fighting.    

He had to take advantage of his illness and take his life.    

Without a second word, Ye Feng sent a "Flame Bomb" flying. As the Flame Bomb neared Yin Jiuyi's body, a streak of purple lightning entered it.    

He wanted to see if Yin Jiuyi could still hold on!    

If Yin Jiuyi was barely able to struggle out of the Martial Spirit that had poured into him, then Ye Feng was somewhat at ease. One "Thunder Fire Bomb" was enough to allow him to ascend into the sky.    

However, if the other party did not do anything after the Thunder Fire Bomb exploded, then he would truly be in danger.    

Ye Feng would disregard everything and run.    

According to his remaining strength, condensing a Thunder Fire Bomb was his limit. If he wanted to fight again, he simply had no strength left in him.    

"Boom …"    

The Thunder Fire Bomb that was not obstructed exploded, causing Yin Jiuyi's entire body to become a mess of blood and flesh, his limbs and limbs were all smashed into pieces, and his entire body was flung out of the explosion.    

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng finally relaxed.    

Even if Yin Jiuyi were to come back to life, he did not have much strength to retaliate now, his hands and feet were all broken by the Thunder Fire Bomb, so Ye Feng was no longer afraid of him.    

After calming himself down, Ye Feng unwittingly took a few steps forward, but when he neared Yin Jiuyi, taking out the Moon-Burning Blade and wanted to cut down the demon's head, suddenly, leaving only the torso and head, Yin Jiuyi, suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze revealing an extremely strange smile.    

The black little person that was initially above his head suddenly spat out from Yin Jiuyi's mouth. In a flash, it flew towards Ye Feng at an extremely fast speed.    

"This is bad!"    

In a split second, Ye Feng broke out in a cold sweat, and using the bit of energy he had barely saved up, he quickly retreated.    

However, the black figurine's speed was much faster than's. In the blink of an eye, it had already arrived above Ye Feng's head as it let out a silent, fierce laugh.    

After that, the little person leapt high into the air, and with a fierce leap, pierced into Ye Feng's Heaven Gate.    

Ye Feng's vision went black, his mind was in a state of chaos, and the human figure was on the verge of collapse.    

Ye Feng wanted to find the King's Realm martial spirit of the Devil Master Hei Ai and expel it from his body. However, no matter how he searched and searched, he was unable to sense any trace of the pitch-black little person.    

It was as if the incomparably strange scene just now was nothing more than an illusion …