Merging with Demon Spirits

Chapter 321: Chapter 239: Demon Flame (Part 2)

He was finally injured.

His chest scales had ruptured, blood oozing, with blurred, scorched flesh.

With his inherent resistance to lightning, Hai Wei wasn’t greatly harmed by the strike, but his body still felt somewhat numb, and the massive impact of the explosion left him dizzy, his stomach churning.

This was the first time Hai Wei truly felt the power of the Bubble Explosion, situated at the center of it, the feeling was unbearable for him.

The Dragon Fish’s innate skill was indeed powerful!

When the day comes that the Dragon Fish’s level breaks past the Ninth Grade, the explosive power might shock everyone.

Hai Wei still wanted to release his Barrier Soul Skill, but his Soul Power had been disrupted and failed to release. Just as he was about to escape, Lin Feng had already appeared in front of him.

With nowhere to retreat, Hai Wei swung his dragon claw down towards Lin Feng’s head.

A true brawl commenced.

Under the Nightmare Possession, Lin Feng became even more frenzied, his attacks fell like raindrops. Clearly enraged, Hai Wei no longer evaded; his strength was more formidable and furious than Lin Feng’s.

Refining the Earth Chart’s 11th ranking Netherworld Dragon, cultivating the ”Fish Dragon Transformation,” with innate talent and the Giant Spirit God Bloodline, no one had yet to match his physical prowess.

Previously, his concessions were to avoid mutual destruction, but now wasn’t the time to consider such things.

”Bastard, do you really think I fear you?!!!”

Hai Wei panted heavily, angered by his injuries and excruciating pain, his eyes fierce, pupils bulging, veins popping on his face like a beast.

”Ahhhhh!”

Hai Wei roared madly, waving his dragon claw, as wisps of translucent black flame entwined his claw.

The black flame seemed ordinary, lacking high temperatures, far less shocking than the crackling and spattering thunder from Lin Feng’s hand, yet Lin Feng’s expression subtly changed.

It was Demon Flame!

This was the Netherworld Dragon’s innate soul skill, a Soul Skill of Diamond-grade.

Unlike regular fire, Demon Flame had no high temperature, instead it was rather cold.

Though it couldn’t ignite objects, as a Diamond Soul Skill, Demon Flame consumed Spiritual Power and seared the soul.

If touched by Demon Flame, even for a moment, it brought unbearable pain.

This excruciating pain affected the soul’s depths, potentially causing mental collapse.

This agony was similar to the attack during Yun Lin’s battle with Bai Xiaoji two years ago, where Yun Lin summoned the Nether Serpent, also impacting the soul’s depths.

Previously, Hai Wei hadn’t used this innate skill, seemingly saving it as a trump card.

Bang!

Lin Feng and Hai Wei’s dragon claws clashed, the unavoidable Demon Flame leapt onto Lin Feng’s arm.

Despite Lin Feng being imbued with Spiritual Power, Nightmare Possession, and Dragon Fish Possession, the Demon Flame appeared to face no hindrance, burning through defenses, touching skin, and beginning to sear.

Even though mentally prepared, the intense pain still blanched Lin Feng’s face, contorting his features, veins protruding fiercely, muscles tensing instantly as if thousands of ants were gnawing his flesh.

This agony, although incomparable to the Purple-winged Spirit Insect, was equally unbearable.

Especially amid battle!

Under Nightmare Possession, the pain was even clearer, seeming to magnify several times over.

The searing pain scattered Lin Feng’s concentration, disrupting his Soul Power, making it impossible to release his Soul Skills.

The heart-wrenching pain caused his storm-like onslaught to stall, creating gaps in his attacks. Seeing this, Hai Wei seized the chance, relentlessly attacking, tearing a chunk of flesh from Lin Feng.

His right foot, like a wooden stake, struck fiercely at Lin Feng’s chest!

Bam!

Without any resistance, Lin Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole form shot out like a cannonball, crashing into the Flower Erosion Realm, rippling waves, before coming to a halt.

In that moment, a fist immediately followed, zeroing in on Lin Feng’s left chest, near his heart, blocked by Lin Feng’s palm, producing a dull thud.

For a moment, Lin Feng was suppressed, only able to dodge repeatedly, unable to strike back.

Until he endured the pain and released a Soul Skill.

Bubbles suddenly appeared, encircling Lin Feng and Hai Wei.

Rumble!

Lin Feng detonated the bubbles, and with explosive sound, both were simultaneously flung by the blast wave, their bodies somewhat bloody and mangled, half-kneeling on the ground, glancing at each other. Without hesitation, they launched at each other.

”Ah!”

Two colossal figures, clad in scale armor, appeared frenzied, roaring and bellowing, swinging sharp dragon claws, tearing savagely at each other’s body, sending scales flying, blood splattering, even large chunks of flesh being ripped and flung to the ground.

If someone witnessed this battle, they would likely be terrified out of their wits.

Both had abandoned Soul Skills and Martial Skills, engaged entirely in life-and-death melee combat.

The scene was exceedingly brutal, the ground stained red with blood, with five or six large chunks of flesh and countless scales scattered about.

The Demon Flame made Lin Feng yearn for self-infliction to relieve his suffering, yet he forcibly endured it. At this concluding juncture, what mattered most were willpower and stamina.

In these areas, Lin Feng held the advantage!

A minute later.

With heavy breathing, covered in wounds, his chest even exposing stark white bones.

Lin Feng’s right hand, like a sword, pierced through Hai Wei’s left chest, amidst the spurting blood, his right hand now held a warm, still-beating heart.

As for Hai Wei, he lowered his head slightly, the frenzy in his eyes fading, with confusion and reluctance. He made ’woo woo’ sounds as if trying to say something, but finally, without uttering a word, his gradually dulling eyes lost their light. Though collapsing, his body was still held by Lin Feng’s hand piercing his left chest.

Like a puppet on strings.

”What’s happening?”

As Lin Feng exhaled in relief, about to withdraw his right hand, the Nightmare suddenly surged, taking control of his body, a mysterious energy flowed from his palm into his Dantian, towards the Nightmare.

”What?”

Lin Feng’s expression changed, regaining control of his body.

He closed his eyes, intending to cut off this energy. In his mind, the Nightmare’s influence surely meant no good, but quickly, he realized something, his face subtly transforming with incredulity.

A minute later.

As Lin Feng opened his eyes, his gaze filled with some suspicion.

He withdrew his hand, and with a thud, Hai Wei’s corpse fell.

Lin Feng lifted his right hand, watching as a wisp of translucent black flame twined around his fingertip.....