Free Web NovelChapter 1795: Chapter 1823: Resurrection of the Black Death Spirit Clan
"Boom!" Instantly, the coffin lids directly exploded, splinters flying everywhere, and from within those coffins, one after another Black Death Spirit Clan members walked out. Each of them carried an extremely dense killing intent, a savage ferocity spreading between heaven and earth.
Every single one of them possessed an extremely terrifying power; their cultivation had at least reached the early stage of Proof of Dao.
However, they were the same as when Ling’er had awakened earlier: there was not the slightest True Essence fluctuation within their bodies.
But now Ye Feng could clearly sense that the True Essence in their bodies was slowly recovering.
At this moment, although Ye Feng’s cultivation had broken through to the mid‑stage of Asking, he was still no match for these people.
The Black Death Spirit Clan all shared a common trait: their skin was pitch‑black, giving off an extremely violent feeling. Unlike Ling’er, whose entire person carried a gentle, tranquil aura.
In just a short while, over a hundred Black Death Spirit Clan experts walked out from those coffins one after another.
"They’ve appeared!" Anxiousness flashed in Ling’er’s eyes; in the end, these Black Death Spirit Clan experts still woke up.
"Looks like time isn’t enough..." Ye Feng had originally thought he could take the chance to stabilize his own foundation.
Then, by absorbing the power of the Ancient Slaughter Flame Dragon Pill, raise his cultivation to the late stage of Asking.
But now it seemed there was no such time left. Those Black Death Spirit Clan experts were slowly walking toward them one by one.
Their bodies erupted with dense killing intent that merged together, forming a gigantic black cage, trapping Ye Feng and Ling’er inside. Among these hundred-plus Black Death Spirit Clan members, the strongest one had already stepped into the Saint Realm.
That Holy Realm Expert was a white‑haired old man with a thin and weak figure, like a skeletal frame, skin and bones. His eyes were dark, with not the slightest glimmer of light, gloomy and unfathomable, giving off a powerful sense of threat.
Seeing that frail old man, Ling’er furrowed her brows and spoke into Ye Feng’s ear: "Ye Feng, this is one of the four great powerhouses of the Black Death Spirit Clan, Wang Bo. At his peak, his strength was at the mid‑stage of Sanctum Ascension!"
"Mm..." Ye Feng lightly nodded, his eyes showing no ripples, still maintaining his calm.
Ye Feng knew that above the Dao Realm was the Saint Realm, and the Saint Realm was divided into three major levels. Just like the Dao Realm, each major level was further divided into early, mid, late, peak, and Great Perfection, five minor levels.
The three great levels of the Saint Realm were Sanctum Ascension, Saint Transformation Realm, and finally Extreme Saint Realm, these three large realms.
Right before them, the Saint Realm old man slowly walking over had peak strength at the mid‑stage of Sanctum Ascension.
At this time, Wang Bo arrived about a dozen meters in front of Ye Feng and the others, staring at them fixedly. Ling’er and Ye Feng both felt Wang Bo’s gaze was extremely sharp; once locked onto, it felt as if two invisible venomous snakes had coiled around them. Ling’er felt a wave of discomfort, her face turning pale.
Yet Ye Feng’s face remained calm as ever, as if he was completely unaffected by Wang Bo, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
Wang Bo looked at Ling’er, surprise flashing in his eyes: "Isn’t this the Holy Daughter of the White Death Spirit Clan? To desecrate the corpses of our Black Death Spirit Clan experts is a great disrespect to us. Wang Ling’er, kneel, swear a Heavenly Dao oath to marry our Black Death Spirit Clan Prince, and I’ll agree to spare your life today. As for this piece of trash..."
Wang Bo looked at Ye Feng: "Kneel and slit your own throat before me, otherwise I’ll make you regret ever coming into this world!"
Wang Bo’s voice was extremely hoarse, as if something was clogging his throat.
That voice, once heard, made one feel a strange discomfort all over, with their hair standing on end.
Yet Ye Feng still wore an expression of utter disdain: "Let me leave, and I won’t hold you accountable for today’s matter. Otherwise, one day I will trample your Black Death Spirit Clan into dust!" Ye Feng spoke lightly, as if he truly could easily accomplish it.
Hearing Ye Feng’s words, all the Black Death Spirit Clan members were stunned. Then Wang Bo flew into a rage: "What a joke!"
"Boom!" In an instant, a powerful aura exploded outward. The terrifying killing intent was like a raging black storm, sweeping directly toward Ye Feng and Ling’er.
The impact made Wang Ling’er feel an intense discomfort, as if she were about to suffocate; breathing became difficult, and her face flushed red.
Yet Ye Feng remained relaxed and composed, as if he were completely unaffected.
Wang Bo glared at Ye Feng: "Trash, even when the human experts joined hands with the Heavenly Dao, they still couldn’t annihilate our Black Death Spirit Clan. Yet you, a mere mid‑stage Asking piece of garbage, dare to threaten us? You don’t know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth! I’ll say it one last time—kneel immediately and slit your own throat before me, otherwise I’ll let you taste the methods of our Black Death Spirit Clan!"
"Swish!" However, just as Wang Bo’s words fell, Ye Feng directly drew his sword in a single slash. Slaughter Heaven Sword Drawing Skills—One Sword Slaughter Heaven. On the Frost Sword, blue Crescent Moon Sword Energy instantly erupted, cutting directly through the Void.
In that instant, the Space Barrier shattered apart. The sword wave crashed into the crowd, leaving them breathless.
"Puchi~~" With a single sound, ten early‑stage Proof of Dao Black Death Spirit Clan experts didn’t even have time to react before they were cleaved by Ye Feng’s sword. Ten heads flew into the air simultaneously, blood erupting like a fountain.
The heads continuously rolled across the ground; the ten early‑stage Proof of Dao Black Death Spirit Clan members died on the spot.
"What!" Everyone present was stunned; even Wang Bo was dumbfounded as they stared at Ye Feng in shock.
Ye Feng had actually severed the heads of ten Black Death Spirit Clan experts with a single sword strike. You had to know, although they had only just awakened and had no True Essence in their bodies, their combat strength was definitely not something an ordinary mid‑stage Asking Martial Artist could compare with.
Yet now, Ye Feng had easily one‑shotted ten early‑stage Proof of Dao Black Death Spirit Clan experts with a single sword. They stared at Ye Feng in shock—was this really something a mid‑stage Asking Martial Artist could do?
Wang Bo was instantly enraged: "Trash, you actually dare to kill members of my Black Death Spirit Clan. Looks like you’re tired of living..."
