Chapter 80: Strength King

His muscles and bones were shattered inch by inch, and his whole body was dripping with blood, recovering rapidly under the bath of Holy Light; following that, his muscles and bones were torn apart again by the wild power …

Hu Feng refined the majestic Barbaric Divine Power in his body on the spot. Every time his muscles, bones, and flesh were torn and restructured, he absorbed a large amount of energy. Slowly, the violent Barbaric Divine Power settled down in his limbs and bones. Under his bronzed skin, blood vessels bulged like tree roots, and every muscle rose high like a tree knot. When a blade slashed down, it left no trace whatsoever, yet the sharp machete in hand broke into two pieces.

A human-shaped lethal weapon!

After devouring the power of the Fifteenth Step Minotaur King, Hu Feng had become a veritable Strength King.

The Magic Power and soul power in his body had not changed much, still remaining at the realm of a First Step Great Magician, but the power contained under his developed muscles made even the Holy Angel Taliana change color. Without using any Innate Divine Ability or casting any spells, a simple punch stirred up a shocking air explosion.

After initially suppressing the violent Barbaric Divine Power, Hu Feng went into closed-door Cultivation on the spot.

Above the huge castle, a massive fluctuation of Magic Power rapidly condensed, gradually turning into an energy vortex that covered the sky and the sun. The majestic Death Aura turned into a thick Dark Mist, shrouding an area of several thousand meters. Traces of vast, ancient aura came from the distant Void, condensing and rolling above the castle, and silently seeping into Hu Feng’s body!

Through the thick Dark Mist, Hu Feng’s figure could be faintly seen appearing and disappearing, and eight towering Demon God Phantoms gradually emerged beside him. One with four faces and eight arms, one with hideous Bone Claws, one with a human body and a snake tail… The immense pressure filled every corner of the castle and spread far away. The creatures wandering outside the castle either prostrated on the ground or turned around and ran in terror under this unparalleled pressure, hiding as far away as they could.

Eight Great Demon God Clones?

Looking at the indistinct Demon God Phantoms in the Dark Mist, the Holy Angel Taliana, who was always calm, could not help but be moved. She thought of the Blood Fiend War Flag suppressed in the Lich Castle and fell into deep thought.

The Divine Artifact personally refined by the Black Sky Demon God in the past was invincible and had killed countless terrifying Demon Kings. Even if it was fallen and broken, it was not comparable to ordinary treasures. Its appearance beside Hu Feng was by no means accidental. Taliana did not know Hu Feng’s background, but she knew that her master was definitely not simple.

There was no concept of time in Cultivation, and no one knew how much time had passed. When Hu Feng opened his eyes, the scene before him had completely changed.

The dilapidated castle had been completely renewed. The energy-depleted Evil Eye Pillar, Witch Pavilion, and Minotaur Temple, buildings that summoned underground creatures, had started operating again. On the wide roads, not only were Skeleton Warriors walking, but figures of Evil Eyes and Cave Dwellers could also be seen from time to time.

After a long-distance raid, the Lich Legion finally captured the first new city, greatly increasing their strength. Their sphere of influence extended from the ground to the pitch-black Underground World.

“Lord, Blackwater City has completely fallen under the control of our Lich Legion, and the plan has been successfully completed. After more than half a month of sweeping, all resource points within a radius of two hundred miles are also in our hands. We can obtain a lot of resources like wood and ore every day! Except for the Manticore Nest and the Dragon Cave, all other buildings have started to operate, and we can summon quite a few underground creatures every day.”

Seeing Hu Feng open his eyes, Yisu quickly stepped forward to report the latest situation.

Compared to last time, her combat power had risen several steps again, breaking through to the Tenth Step. As the Grand Commander of the Lich Legion, having devoured the power of so many Undead Creatures, it was difficult for her not to cultivate quickly. Strangely, flesh had gradually grown on her body, and she looked no different from a Human Race female warrior, further detaching from the category of a Skeleton. No one knew whether she had practiced some strange technique or if there was some other reason.

“Good, very good!” Hu Feng stood up and took a breath of fresh air, “When can the Dragon Cave be repaired?”

Manticores were not dominant among Twelfth Step creatures. Even if the Manticore Nest returned to normal, it would not summon many each day, and instead would waste a lot of precious resources, so Hu Feng had no intention of summoning this kind of creature at all. The Fourteenth Step Black Dragon was different; its combat power was among the best in Fourteenth Step creatures, and it would be worth it no matter how many resources it consumed.

“After careful inspection, the Dragon Cave was not severely damaged, but its energy has long been depleted. It requires a large amount of sulfur to repair and use! This subordinate has sent out many scouts, but no traces of sulfur ore have been found around. There is a small amount of stock in the Lich Castle, but the quantity is far from enough!” Yisu paused, then continued, “In addition, the Vampire Warriors found a diary in the castle, which should have been left by the Minotaur King before he committed suicide!”

Suicide?

Recalling the dagger in the Minotaur King’s chest, Hu Feng suddenly realized. He took the mottled diary and quickly read through it. Although the Minotaur King had terrifying combat power and left behind vast Barbaric Divine Power, he had been dead for so long that his Soul had long since dissipated. After devouring his remains, Hu Feng only obtained scattered memory fragments.

“Wasteland Calendar Year 7387, April 3rd. The Minotaur tribe finally captured Blackwater City. Unfortunately, the Sibulang brothers were seriously injured.”

“April 9th. The injuries of the Sibulang brothers still haven’t improved. His personal guards found an ancient Altar in the Yin Mountain Dragon’s Grave. It is said to be the Dragon Slaying Platform left by the ancient barbarians, but I don’t know if it’s true or false!”

“April 11th. A Black Dragon that refused to surrender was publicly executed on the Altar. For some reason, a wild power suddenly appeared in my body. It wasn’t Dragon Force, but it was even more violent than Dragon Force.”

“April 15th. This day was truly a bad day. Agusu made a huge mistake. After getting drunk, he broke into a young girl’s wooden hut. I was very sad; Agusu had followed me for thirty-two whole years. But as a clan leader, I couldn’t take the lead in violating the laws I personally set. On the Dragon Slaying Platform, I personally beheaded Agusu. Inside my body, another wave of violent, barbaric power appeared. Could it be that by killing enemies on this Altar as sacrifices, one can obtain the corresponding power?”

“April 21th. Atkins and Karon made a big mistake at the same time and killed the imprisoned Black Dragon Elder. They are crazy; don’t they know this will invite crazy revenge from the Black Dragon clan? Could it be that after capturing the castle, they really changed as the Sibulang brothers said, becoming reckless and arrogant? This time, after killing them both on the Dragon Slaying Platform, I suddenly had an impulse, wishing I could kill everyone in exchange for powerful strength. This kind of thought is truly terrifying!”

“May 7th. I suddenly discovered that almost all the brothers and personal guards around me had been killed. They didn’t die at the hands of enemies, but all died by my own hand. What is going on? Are they too reckless, or have I really gone mad? Why does everyone look at me with such horror every time I wake up from Cultivation? After absorbing the vast Barbaric Divine Power, I broke through to the Fifteenth Step, but suddenly I found that I couldn’t be happy at all.”

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“June 13th. The revenge of the Black Dragons finally came. However, I didn’t expect that the one leading them into the Minotaur Temple would be Sibulang, the only remaining brother; I didn’t expect that my clansmen would join the Black Dragons in attacking me. Since when did I, the clan leader, become a bloodthirsty Great Demon in their eyes? I was furious, feeling the blood all over my body burning and boiling. Apart from killing, I didn’t know how to vent my anger!”

“It’s over, everything is over. There isn’t a single living creature left in the entire castle. Watching Sibulang, that despicable guy, die in front of me, not only was I not happy, but I felt waves of discomfort in my heart. Almost all my clansmen are dead, and they all died by my own hand. Even if I cultivated to the Divine Domain and became a true Minotaur War God, it would have no meaning anymore…”

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Hu Feng carefully read through the mottled diary, becoming more and more alarmed as he read, finally understanding why the powerful Minotaur King had committed suicide. Betrayal, conspiracy, and endless slaughter were all condensed in these few short lines of the diary.

“Ancient barbarians, Dragon Slaying Platform, Yin Mountain Dragon’s Grave, Barbaric Divine Power, what exactly is going on? Could this be the so-called curse?”

Hu Feng pondered silently. With a thought, a ray of red light flew out from his body. It grew upon meeting the wind and quickly transformed into a tall Altar. Scenes of slaughter appeared before his eyes, and an ancient, violent, and majestic aura rushed towards him!