Free Web NovelChapter 1788: Chapter 1655: A Battle to Decide the World
The ancient Holy War Platform, built from Outer Heaven Meteorite, has existed for countless millennia, exuding an aura of primordial bleakness.
The platform is stained with blood, marked with cuts and hatchet marks, some stones even cracked, testament to the terrifying battles that erupted here.
Now, on this platform that has lain silent for endless ages, Holy Blood is once again spilled.
Not only Holy Blood, but even Ye Fan, a young king of this generation, left his blood on this murderous stage.
"Ice and fire, creation and destruction!"
He Feng finally wielded his strongest Innate Divine Ability, the most powerful Divine Skill of the Cold Ice Fierce Crane Clan, unleashing both icy cold and fiery divine powers with his fists, striking at Ye Fan.
Boom!
The ice and fire, two completely different divine powers, appeared on the battlefield simultaneously, colliding and unleashing cataclysmic energy, blasting Ye Fan thousands of meters away, golden blood spraying along the way.
"Ye Fan is injured!"
A gasp of surprise spread among the Human Race.
Yaling was tense, covering her mouth tightly, suppressing a scream.
Shi Ye, carrying a large stick, looked serious. He could also see that this Demon Clan’s young king was indeed a formidable rival for Ye Fan, possessing terrifying power.
Ancient Immortal took a sharp breath, his heart conflicted. He wished for Ye Fan to die in battle, yet also hoped he would win, with the best outcome being mutual destruction.
The enmity between the Gu Family and Ye Fan is irreconcilable, and once Ye Fan rises, he will pose a massive threat to the entire Gu Family.
He fears that once Ye Fan grows stronger, he will seek retribution from the Gu Family, and by then, the Gu Family might no longer exist.
Thus, he desperately wanted to seize this opportunity to eliminate Ye Fan, to prevent future troubles. Ye Fan’s contributions to the Human Race were not his concern.
However—
He also feared that once Ye Fan perished, he might be the next to fight.
Although he comprehended the essence and Laws of two elements, he was definitely not He Feng’s match.
At this moment, Ancient Immortal was trapped in a deeply conflicted state, grappling internally.
Meanwhile, Hu Fei, Yue Haoyu, Yue Chuan, and others silently prayed for Ye Fan to defeat his opponent, create legend, and avenge the Human Race, the Xuanwu Sect, and all civilians who perished under the Demon Clan.
Even the observing Heroic Lords shed a cold sweat for Ye Fan, as He Feng was indeed too powerful!
Had they not already discerned that He Feng’s bone age was indeed under thirty, they might have suspected him to be an ageless or rejuvenated old monster.
He Feng’s previous attack was overwhelmingly powerful. Under the Lord Realm, almost no one could withstand such a blow.
Only Ye Fan, his body absurdly strong, even stronger than the Demon Clan’s, timed his retreat well. Otherwise, he would have been gravely injured, if not dead.
"I told you, the one who dies might be you—today is your day of death!" He Feng’s face was cold, voice icy, filled with murderous intent.
"Is that so?"
Ye Fan roared, activating a secret technique. His blood instantly flowed in reverse, his injuries healed, his eyes shot out terrifying rays, and sun, moon, and stars seemed to flicker in his gaze.
He truly felt the danger. At this moment, He Feng could indeed threaten his life; he was too powerful, forcing Ye Fan to give it his all.
Boom!
Ye Fan decisively burned his Divine Power, his Combat Power skyrocketing. Now, he could no longer hold back. Otherwise, he would certainly lose, perhaps even die here.
"Kill!"
Ye Fan raised his fist to strike, the power of the Xuandi Fist unparalleled. Among all the Fist Techniques created by Great Emperors, the Xuandi Fist was the strongest—Proving Dao in the most unlikely environment, the Nine Heavens Xuan Emperor created a miracle, his Combat Power astonishing throughout ages.
Of course, Ye Fan could not yet unleash the true power of the Xuandi Fist. If Emperor Xuan wielded it, a single punch might blast apart the stars.
Nonetheless, by burning Divine Power, Ye Fan still wielded the terrifying power of the Xuandi Fist.
Using force to break skill, a single punch struck out, stunning through ages. Though Ye Fan did not yet possess such might, he had the embryonic form.
The Punch Ray broke through the aura of creation and destruction, directly aiming for He Feng’s head.
Swoosh!
He Feng was unfazed, his arms like Heavenly Blades, covered in mysterious runes, glowing like the bright moon, slashing down towards Ye Fan’s fist.
Boom!
The Heavenly Blade struck Ye Fan’s golden fist, breaking through the defense, creating a wound deep enough to see bone, golden blood spraying out.
Ye Fan did not flinch, continuing his fierce assault, cycling through six moves of the Xuandi Fist, shattering the sky and earth, dimming the sun and moon.
The battle erupted again, golden blood and red blood sprayed continuously, indicating both were injured. It was a truly brutal clash.
Everyone held their breath, anxiously watching the battlefield, silently cheering for their side, praying!
The entire battlefield was submerged in crisscrossing divine power. Except for a few Quasi-Emperor Level strong people like Old Bastard and Elder Lin, no one could clearly see the scene within the battlefield.
The smile on the face of the Quasi-Demon Emperor leading the Demon Clan, Chi Lin, vanished. He saw that after burning his Divine Power, Ye Fan could actually battle He Feng and seemed to have a slight edge over him, which was not a good omen.
Swoosh!
Ye Fan’s Hand Blade, like a Heavenly Sword across the sky, cut off a lock of He Feng’s hair, his hair bun scattering down, making him look particularly disheveled.
However, Ye Fan was not much better, his body covered in wounds, blood dripping, as if just fished out of a Blood Pool.
"Ice and fire in unity, invincible under heaven!"
He Feng was infuriated, likewise burning his Divine Power, his Combat Power rapidly soaring, merging icy cold and fiery divine powers into one, causing the world to lose color.
The entire battlefield was enveloped in a terrifying aura, ice and fire fusion, fracturing the void, disturbing yin and yang, disarraying time.
Rays of death shot out in all directions, causing the entire River of Elements to boil. He intended a decisive kill on Ye Fan, securing this victory for the Demon Clan!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
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Under the threat of death, Ye Fan erupted completely, unleashing the Mountain and River Seal, Mountain Embrace Seal in succession, and even the Heavenly Tao Seal formed by the condensing of his Divine Soul flew out. The Xuandi Fist was also continuously launched. It can be said that he was desperate, unleashing his ultimate moves.
The Divine Soul Resonance Heavenly Sound roared continuously, shaking the entire sky, striving to counter the brilliance of death. The Eight Phase World Domain also unfolded.
At this moment, Ye Fan almost spent all his strength, frequently swinging out the Immortal Stele Scattering Hand to dissolve the deadly crisis!
"You’re still not dead? That’s really beyond my expectations!"
He Feng was taken aback to see Ye Fan, covered in blood, still standing.
According to his thoughts, such a terrifying attack, even he himself might not be able to withstand it, and Ye Fan was presumed dead.
However, after the aura of destruction dissipated, although Ye Fan was seriously injured, he was still alive, standing on the battlefield.
"You want me dead? You don’t have that ability yet!"
Ye Fan sneered.
Since joining the battle, apart from the last serious injury in the Emperor’s Secret Realm by an Ancient Immortal, He Feng was the only one who had pushed him to his limits.
"I have to say, you’re strong, but I won’t lose or die!"
Ye Fan’s voice grew louder, echoing through heaven and earth like a drum at dawn and thunder at dusk.
"Boom!"
A surge of deadly aura erupted from Ye Fan, as he burned his Divine Soul, causing his combat power to soar once again.
To his left and right appeared countless incomplete corpses of the Divine Race and Death Creatures, each emitting a terrifying aura, a coexistence of holiness and death.
"This..."
This astonishing scene shocked everyone, whether they were from the Demon Clan or the Human Race; they were deeply shaken.
He Feng was no exception!
He was not surprised at all to see two completely different, even mutually restrictive energies and divine powers appearing on one person because he himself was such a person.
However——
After burning the divine power and Divine Soul, the emergence of these illusions of Divine Race and Death Creatures’ corpses was most unusual.
"What’s happening here?"
Even some well-experienced Supreme Elders of the Demon Clan were shocked, having never expected such a phenomenon to occur in Ye Fan.
Only those familiar with Ye Fan like Shi Ye and others knew, but even they didn’t truly understand how it came to be or what these visions meant.
"Buzz!"
Ye Fan struck again, with Pure Yang Qi healing his body, and the Holy Embryos within his 360 acupoints seemed to boil, continuously providing him with divine power.
Whoosh!
Ye Fan swung out a palm, and a massive black light palm descended from the sky, slamming He Feng brutally onto the battlefield, leaving him no room to escape.
Immortal Stele Scattering Hand!
Ye Fan once again used his trump card!
The power of the Immortal Stele Scattering Hand increases infinitely with the practitioner’s strength. After Ye Fan burned both his divine power and Divine Soul, even the Immortal Stele Scattering Hand carried traces of Divine Soul Flames.
"Cold Ice Fierce Crane, eternally indestructible!"
Under the barrage of the Immortal Stele Scattering Hand, He Feng continued to roar in anger.
He was utterly frustrated, initially thinking he could easily crush Ye Fan, only to end up in such a predicament after much effort.
Ye Fan seemed like a bottomless pit, one could never know what his true cards were—growing stronger with stronger opponents, like a ship floating on water, always a bit higher than the rising water.
"Phew~"
Many human cultivators exhaled a long breath, relieved that despite the heart-pounding twists and turns of the battle, Ye Fan eventually beat his opponent, securing victory in this contest.
"Get down for me!"
Ye Fan waved again, and a black giant hand appeared alongside his movements, repeatedly slamming He Feng onto the ground.
If it weren’t for the solidness of the Holy War Platform, He Feng would have been slammed into the ground by Ye Fan long ago.
Even so, He Feng was almost driven to madness, having burned his divine power and deployed his strongest divine skill, yet ended in a miserable defeat.
"Ah..."
He Feng roared continuously, but he could never escape Ye Fan’s black giant hand, which had almost become his nemesis and nightmare.
Finally, He Feng, sacrificing decades of lifespan, abandoned his body, escaping with only his head, tearing through space directly back to the Demon Clan’s ranks.
Ye Fan stood straight like a spear on the platform.
In this battle, although he didn’t slay his opponent, he won a decisive victory for the Human Race, securing the balance of the world!
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