Chapter 1960 - 1959: Do You Want to Surrender?

Chapter 1960: Chapter 1959: Do You Want to Surrender?

Countless eyes watched the shadow swallowed by a tornado whirlwind, and the Demon Clan chiliarchs defeated by just one move from Li Feng were dumbfounded.

"The Sheep Clan actually possesses such a Divine Weapon."

A chiliarch revealed a hint of greed, for a weapon of such power is extremely rare in the Demon Country, especially compared with the forging techniques of Ancestor Dragon City, the Demon Clan’s forging skills are significantly lagging.

Even if they could forge it, it’s not something they can covet.

"Don’t think too much; the Sheep Clan is not weak at all. Don’t forget the Sheep Clan once had a Great Demon of Sword Saint Level, and they are protected by the Dragon Emperor. Otherwise, how could such a Divine Weapon still remain with the Sheep Clan?" A chiliarch beside him crushed the greed of his companion.

The Demon Clan is a world of survival of the fittest. Even though the Demon Country is established, internal friction among the countless Forest of Demons is commonplace, and sometimes small tribes vanish without a trace, with no one caring.

This is common in the Demon Country, but the Sheep Clan can still command this Divine Weapon without being coveted by others for two reasons: their strength is not weak, and they are protected, for the Sheep Clan once had a Sword Saint.

Even if that Sword Saint is dead, a tribe capable of producing a Saint Level demon naturally holds some privileges within the Demon Country. If that Sheep Clan Sword Saint had not fallen in battle, perhaps the Eight Tribes of the Demon Country would have become nine, as all the Demon Generals of the Eight Tribes possess Saint Level strength, second only to the Candle Dragon Demon Emperor.

"With an attack like this, even the Fire Phoenix Clan might not be able to withstand it."

Smacking his lips, a Demon Clan chiliarch swallowed secretly, knowing they had wanted to take advantage of the situation, but who would have thought they couldn’t even block a single blade of the opponent? The Fire Phoenix Clan, emerging from the mountains, indeed lives up to their reputation.

However, even if the opponent belongs to the Fire Phoenix Clan, can they withstand an attack of this level?

Several demons listened and displayed a thoughtful expression.

Just then.

Standing in the eye of the storm, Li Feng’s lips curled up as he directly mobilized the Vermilion Bird Fire within him. The fire surrounded him, yet was quickly drawn into the whirlwind.

The whirlwind was like oceanic Dragon Water Absorption, constantly tearing, with overpowering wind pressure trying to crush Li Feng into pulp.

Li Feng coldly laughed.

The Vermilion Bird Fire continuously surged from within, accompanied by the Burning Technique’s pulsing, soon intertwining with the whirlwind.

Fire borrows the momentum of wind, wind aids the force of fire.

In an instant.

The whirlwind was dyed scarlet red, with waves of fire sweeping toward all directions along with the wind. The meadow on the open ground dried and then ignited rapidly, the whirlwind turning into a massive torch.

Liu Ruyi stared at the abnormal whirlwind, filled with disbelief.

This?

"Break."

With a low growl from Li Feng, the sound of a Vermilion Bird cry issued from the whirlwind, followed by the whirlwind erupting explosively, sending a storm sweeping toward all directions.

Thousands upon thousands of Demon Clan spectators were instantaneously bombarded by the terrifying Wind Gang from decades meters away, leading to chaos with people knocked off their feet.

"Careful."

Liu Shan and Yang Lin instantly took action, their feet swiftly moved as they transformed into shadows appearing in front of Liu Ruyi. Then they drew their swords, slashing toward the apocalyptic fire wave rushing at them from the front.

Intricate rain-like swords formed a net in front of them, brilliantly cutting a gap into the rushing fire wave.

The ferocious onslaught did not persist; it burst almost instantly, yet even so, as the storm gradually calmed, half of the camp was virtually obliterated, with Demon Clan warriors watching from all sides lying disarrayed on the ground.

From a bird’s eye view, a stark and vast black spot abruptly appeared on the verdant grassland.

And it was Li Feng, the ringleader of the chaos, hovering silently in mid-air, with wings spread like a deity.

Having blocked the fierce storm wave just then, Liu Shan and Yang Lin looked gravely at Li Feng, while Liu Ruyi behind them bit her lip audibly.

This is top-tier Bloodline, Fire Phoenix Clan.

It’s a clan where even a Vermilion Bird emerged from; how could it be weak? That bloodline suppression even caused their hearts to palpitate.

Li Feng retracted the Vermilion Bird Wings behind him, slowly descended, and smiled gently at Liu Shan, Yang Lin brothers, and Liu Ruyi across from him.

"Do you want to continue?"

Liu Shan and Yang Lin shook their heads directly; was there a need to continue? When Liu Ruyi failed to achieve anything with her sword, they knew the outcome. Liu Ruyi impulsively using the Earth Saint Demon Bow, without being directly stopped, was in hopes of perhaps defeating the opponent.

But now, it’s clear: even the Earth Saint Demon Bow could not subdue the opponent, not because the Earth Saint Demon Bow isn’t strong enough, but because Liu Ruyi isn’t skilled enough yet.

Nonetheless, they lost.

After all, the Earth Saint Demon Bow isn’t easily wielded. Even though this bow was crafted from ancestors’ remains with an Artifact Spirit of Sword Saint spirit embedded, receiving the Artifact Spirit’s approval greatly reduces its side effects, yet still it harms the user.

"It’s our Sheep Clan that lost. Indeed, Feng Yang Lord lives up to being the prodigy of the Fire Phoenix Clan. We admire you and will attend to you on the journey to the front camp."

Yang Lin accepted it directly. The Sheep Clan is inherently straightforward and gentle, not a deceitful Demon Clan, unwillingly forced into this battle.

Yet, not participating would mean failing to secure the Sheep Clan’s current status. Previously, the Sheep Clan was an insignificant tribe, even seen as prey by stronger Demons.

It was the Sheep Clan ancestors who, with a Sword Saint’s honor, went to Ancestor Dragon City, earning the tribe’s status, allowing the Sheep Clan to grow over two hundred years from a small tribe to Fengshan with thousands of members.

However, the two knew their abilities paled compared to the pioneering Sheep Clan Sword Saint, achieving similar glory across the Demon Country would be nearly impossible.

Thus, why not follow Feng Yang of the Fire Phoenix Clan? Though the clan has been dormant for hundreds of years and almost forgotten in the Demon Country, who can disregard them now?

As long as the Vermilion Bird lives, the Demon Country cannot forget the Fire Phoenix Clan, for the Vermilion Bird is the Clan Leader of the Fire Phoenix Clan.

Even if a traitor.

Now with the Fire Phoenix Clan joining the destiny battle, they might rise again. Clinging to the powerful is a boon for the Sheep Clan.

"It seems the ones sparring with me were the ladies of the Sheep Clan; your decision seems not enough to represent her."

"After all, she has a wager with me."

Li Feng squinted between Yang Lin, Liu Shan, looking at Liu Ruyi being guarded by them, while Liu Ruyi naturally sensed this gaze, meeting eyes with Li Feng.

When their eyes met, sparks flew.