Chapter 37: Black Horn Team

“Attack together, kill!”

Looking at Hu Feng approaching step by step, the Evil Ghost Commander roared in anger and ordered the remaining Long-haired Evil Ghosts to charge forward together. However, he himself feinted a move, quickly retreated, turned around, and rode the Hellhound away in a desperate flee. He did not know exactly who Hu Feng was, he only knew that he was far from being his opponent.

As a Commander, he had long ago broken through to the tenth step, and his combat power was much stronger than ordinary Long-haired Evil Ghosts. But in front of a supreme Stronger like a Great Venerable of the Ghost Race, he was vulnerable!

Still want to run?

Hu Feng smiled coldly. His figure swayed, turning into over a hundred afterimages, and he instantly killed the remaining Long-haired Evil Ghosts. After devouring their essence blood and Soul energy, he then chased step by step after the panicked Evil Ghost Commander. With a tap of his toes, he glided over ten meters, getting closer and closer to the terrified Evil Ghost Commander.

“Quick, quick!”

Turning around and seeing Hu Feng catching up quickly, the Evil Ghost Commander was almost scared out of his wits. He whipped the Hellhound beneath him hard. Unexpectedly, after a frightened whimper, the Hellhound beneath him did not speed up; instead, it stopped in fear, shivering all over. Looking up, Hu Feng, who was just behind him, had unknowingly blocked his path. Spreading his huge Dark Wings, he floated silently in mid-air, like a Ghost God of War emerging from the ground.

“Speak, what kind of death can exchange for the Nuns’ forgiveness for your Soul?” Hu Feng looked indifferently at the terrified Evil Ghost Commander, as if looking at a dead man.

Looking up at the steep mountain walls on both sides of the valley, the Evil Ghost Commander, who had no way to escape, turned pale. The uncontrollable fear grew stronger and occupied his entire mind, and his hands and feet couldn’t help but tremble. After swallowing his saliva, he barely summoned his last bit of courage. “You… you can’t kill me. If you kill me, the great Lord will not let you go!”

“Everything has just begun!” Hu Feng’s expression was calm as he slowly continued, “You are destined to die here. Your Demon Lord will also eventually die. One day, I will lead a huge legion to charge into the Abyssal Plane and capture your Lords. I will devour his Magic Power, strip him of his Innate Divine Ability, and demote him to the lowest slave!”

Hu Feng’s tone was icy. The powerful Demon Lord was an untouchable Demon God in people’s hearts, someone they didn’t even dare to speak of. But in his eyes, he was just a powerful demon, nothing more!

Demoted to a lowest slave?

The Evil Ghost Commander was shocked in his heart. For hundreds of years, it was the first time he saw a human so rampant, not even putting the great Lord in his eyes. The more he thought, the more frightened he became. Drowned in endless fear, he screamed and jumped off the Hellhound, turning to run wildly, wishing he could instantly return to the distant Abyssal Plane. At this moment, in his heart, even the strongest Demon God in the Abyssal Plane was not as terrifying as the Hu Feng before him!

Whoosh…

After the Evil Ghost Commander ran over a hundred meters in terror, Hu Feng finally made his move. He flapped his Dark Wings and abruptly appeared. The sharp Dark Magic Pen left a deep wound on his back. “This sword strike is for Nun Theresa. May her Soul live forever in the Angel Kingdom!”

Hu Feng did not kill the Evil Ghost Commander, this beast, in one blow. Instead, he chose to slowly torture him with one sword strike after another.

With the assistance of Nun Theresa, he had successfully seized the Holy Bead of the Monastery and broken through to the realm of a third-step Magician. But as a pawn, Theresa’s role was far more than that. Unexpectedly, she was killed by this group of Evil Ghosts halfway, and the Saintess nurturing plan died prematurely. If he didn’t torture and kill this Evil Ghost Commander guy severely, how could he quell the anger in his heart!

Ah…

After a scream, the Evil Ghost Commander staggered to flee, raising the Demon Horn in his hand again. Unfortunately, before he could counterattack, this treasure bestowed by the Demon Lord himself was snatched away by Hu Feng and thrown into the Alternate Dimension within his body. A sharp pain shot through his right leg as another shocking wound was cut open by the sharp Dark Magic Pen.

“This sword strike is for the protective Elder Akashic…”

“This sword strike is for the beautiful and kind Nun Sura…”

…

Hu Feng followed like a shadow, leaving deep wounds one after another on the Evil Ghost Commander’s body. Finally, watching him fall powerlessly to the ground, he pressed a palm onto his forehead and devoured his strength greedily. The number engraved on the giant rock was not one less; not a single Long-haired Evil Ghost could walk out of this gloomy valley alive.

Total annihilation!

The arrogant Evil Ghost Legion didn’t even let a single Hellhound escape!

Roar…

With the influx of massive energy, Hu Feng let out a low roar. After devouring the power of hundreds of Flame Demons and Evil Ghosts, he finally broke through the bottleneck in one go and cultivated to the fourth step of a Magician. The Dark Wings on his back expanded to a full eighteen meters. A light flap stirred up a storm, and the coverage of the Dark Mist became larger, almost covering the entire valley.

Whoosh…

Hu Feng had no time to carefully sense the changes inside his body. He quickly appeared beside the unconscious Ophelia, cut off the Magic Shackles on her body, and picked her up by the waist.

“Ophelia, let’s go, we are going back!” After a moment of silence, Hu Feng held Ophelia and turned to walk in the direction of Cold Moon City.

If possible, he hoped to take this beautiful Priest back to the distant Lich Castle, where it was absolutely safe. Unfortunately, the Undead and the Divine Court were like fire and water; Ophelia had firm faith and absolutely could not accept his identity as a Lich King for a while. Taking her to the Monastery in Cold Moon City to recuperate was the best choice.

Cold Moon City was far from Teuton Valley. Just as Hu Feng prepared to use the Great Teleportation Technique to leave, suddenly, his brow twitched, and he sensed a strong danger. Just as he raised the cold Dark Magic Pen, a young man wearing black robes emerged silently from the darkness. He carried a long sword on his back and had strong confidence on his face. It was none other than the black-robed swordsman who had played a game of Grand Board Nation-Destroying Chess in the teahouse in Cold Moon City. The Bison badge on the black robe was lifelike, as if it was about to charge out!

“Tsk, tsk, wonderful. You wiped out the entire Evil Ghost Legion alone. Fierce enough, ruthless enough. This is the true style of a demon hunter!”

The black-robed swordsman spoke while walking over slowly. He walked slowly, but with every step, the battle intent within his body doubled, and the long sword behind him buzzed. “Unexpectedly, such a powerful genius appeared in the Wasteland. Impressive, to cultivate Dark Magic to such a level. Such an Evil Prodigy is even more outstanding than the peerless genius carefully cultivated by our Black Horn Team. It is truly exciting!”

The black-robed man made no secret of the surging battle intent within him, pressing towards Hu Feng head-on. His whole person seemed like a murderous sharp sword. At this moment, it was as if he had stepped into a world of swords, with Sword Qi everywhere ready to be unleashed; he was the sky, he was the earth, and the Sword Qi between heaven and earth was under his control!

Sword Saint?

Hu Feng’s expression was grave, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Stepping into the Holy Step, one became a legendary Stronger on the continent. Whether a Sword Saint or a Law Saint, their understanding of power had entered a new stage, and their lifespan reached ten thousand years.

A Magician who specialized in ranged attacks, even if he cultivated to the ninth step of a Great Magician, his body was still very weak. But once he broke through to the Saint Domain realm, his body would be completely washed and refined, and his physical attacks alone could easily kill a Grand Swordsman who specialized in close combat. Conversely, after a Grand Swordsman broke through the bottleneck to become a Sword Saint, a single thought could trigger the Magic Power between heaven and earth, instantly launching a Fatal Strike that even a Great Magician could not hope to match!

Without even making a move, the black-robed swordsman with the long sword on his back gave Hu Feng an unprecedented pressure!