Chapter 38: The Withered Wood General

Whoosh…

The biting cold wind howled endlessly. The weather grew colder and colder, yet the two people in the valley remained motionless like stone statues.

The young man wearing a wild boar battle robe exuded strong confidence. Just standing there, he gave off an invincible feeling. An entire valley, even the whole Tuntong Mountain Range, was shrouded in a mighty aura of Sword Qi. The Void sizzled, hiding countless sharp Sword Qi attacks.

This was a true Stronger!

Hu Feng’s palms sweated cold sweat. Under the heavy pressure that made it almost impossible to breathe, his Magic Crystal and Soul Crystal spun frantically within his body. He unreservedly pumped all his Magic Power and Soul Power. His robe fluttered violently in the wind, making a snapping sound. The Dark Mist in the valley quickly shrank, compressed, and compressed again, transforming into a pitch-black light like ink attached to the tip of the Dark Magic Pen.

Death, coldness, majesty…

The Death Aura condensed from that black light inherited all the strength and will of the Lich King. Nothing could break it. Even a wisp of Divine Sense that penetrated it would never return, instantly eroded and submerged. Seeing that black light, the young man in the black battle robe also frowned, his expression becoming serious. The Sword Qi in the Void whistled, as if it also sensed the power ful pressure.

“What strong Death Energy. It is truly worth looking forward to!”

Closing his eyes to sense the Death Energy condensed on the tip of the Dark Magic Pen, the young man in the black robe sighed in praise. He suddenly opened his eyes, drew the long sword from his back with a ‘swish’, and leaped toward Hu Feng with a kick of his right toe, without saying a single extra word.

Still as a mountain, moving like a hawk hunting a rabbit. His whole body was like a drawn sharp sword, his momentum imposing. In an instant, Hu Feng felt his Soul locked by a sharp Sword Qi. No matter how much he teleported, he could not escape. Under the pressure of the Sword Qi waves, a feeling of powerlessness arose in his heart. His limbs grew cold and numb, and moving his fingers required immense will and strength.

No good!

As soon as the black-robed man made his move, Hu Feng’s heart trembled. He understood that he was far no match for the opponent.

Under the fierce pressure of the opponent’s Sword Qi, the Magic Power and Soul Power in his body began to become chaotic. Even the Magic Crystal and Soul Crystal inherited from Lich King Ovisis showed signs of dispersing. Cracks appeared in his robe and the Ghost King Cloak. A needle-pricking pain ran through every pore of his body.

The Sword Saint, hailed as the saint among men!

If it were a Grand Swordsman or a Great Magician, he could stand and fight. But facing an absolute expert two realms higher, he was simply no match now! A Low-rank Magician wanting to defeat a Sword Saint was impossible. In the millions of years of the Dallas Continent, there had never been such a record, nor such an absolute genius.

Hu Feng had never considered himself a genius. Throughout his life, he relied not on outstanding talent, but on rational and calm analysis, extraordinary patience, tenacious will, and a little bit of luck.

Facing an invincible absolute expert, he did not hesitate to retreat quickly. He fully spread the massive Dark Wings on his back. Unexpectedly, just as he prepared to use the Great Teleportation Technique to take Ophelia and fly far away, his vision blurred suddenly. Four withered wood giants hundreds of meters tall appeared around him. Countless tree roots dug deep into the earth beneath his feet, penetrating into the boundless Void. Blocking out the sun and sky, they tightly surrounded him for several miles. In an instant, Hu Feng lost all sensation of the outside world, as if placed in an ancient prison with no way out. He could not sense the aura of the Soul Summoning Banner, could not teleport out, and could not summon the huge Lich Legion to help in battle.

Withered Wood Cage!

The powerful black-robed man was well prepared. He waved his hand and summoned the Withered Wood General from the Demon Hunter Card, instantly trapping the elusive Hu Feng.

The wood-type creature, Withered Wood Warrior, had always been the nightmare of Demon Hunters in close combat. Although its power was only at the Sixth Step and its speed was slow, its defense was incredibly strong. Once entangled by their tough tree roots, escaping was difficult, and one could easily be strangled to death. After advancing from the Seventh Step to the Fourteenth Step to become the rare Withered Wood General, its combat power became even more terrifying. With a single move, it locked down the entire heaven and earth, directly cutting off the enemy’s retreat.

A Fourteenth Step War Pet?

Sensing the vast Magic Power and life force within the four Withered Wood Generals, Hu Feng bitterly swallowed his saliva.

Below the Divine Domain, wild creatures were divided into fifteen levels. Generally, a Magician or Swordsman could only deal with wild creatures of the Sixth to Tenth Steps. Only a Great Magician or Grand Swordsman could handle wild creatures of the Eleventh to Thirteenth Steps. A Fourteenth Step wild creature’s combat power was equivalent to that of a powerful Sword Saint and could sweep across most Settlements and castles.

He could not defeat a Sword Saint already, let alone a War Pet at the Fourteenth Step aiding in battle, and four appeared at once. Who could be a match for such a mutated guy?

Looking at the Withered Wood Cage that blocked out the sun, Hu Feng felt the approach of Death. This black-robed swordsman of strange origin had become the strongest enemy he had ever seen with his own eyes since coming to this world. The Old Ancestor Bone Demon and the Saintess of Divine Court had unfathomable strength, but they were just a wisp of consciousness. He had not witnessed how terrifying their main bodies were.

This black-robed swordsman in front of him truly made him experience how terrifying a Sword Saint’s attack could be!

“Let’s do this. Let me see how far your Dark Magic Cultivation has reached?” The black-robed swordsman said in a cold tone and thrust his sword straight at Hu Feng’s chest.

The four Withered Wood Generals stood still without making a move, only locking down the surrounding space. Even so, Hu Feng’s pressure increased instead of decreasing. The black-robed swordsman was like an absolute expert who specialized in assassination, advancing straight ahead and not resting until his goal was achieved. He was unmoved by emotions or the surrounding environment. In an instant, the world in Hu Feng’s eyes only had that long sword growing closer and closer.

“Die here like this? No…”

Hu Feng took a deep breath. After a fierce shout, he suddenly made his move, forcibly writing a huge ‘Battle’ character in the air.

Immediately, vast Magic Power and Death Aura poured down from the Void, condensing onto the small tip of the Dark Magic Pen. Under extreme compression, terrifying lightning and thunder appeared within that black light, full of deadly danger like a volcano about to erupt. The black-robed swordsman, who was close by, raised his eyebrows. The four Withered Wood Generals standing around also changed color!

Facing strong danger, after the shock passed, a unprecedented battle intent rose in Hu Feng’s body. Hot blood surged, burning brightly like a torch!

There were only Lich Kings who died in battle, no Liches who stood and begged for surrender. There were none in the past, none now, and there would never be any in the future! Even if the black-robed swordsman was powerful, Hu Feng would never give up without a fight. Even if he died, before his death, he would take a bite out of the opponent!