The white light was rising and blinding.

"Corpse Burst!"

The might of a giant ghost servant exploding could already be imagined.

Needless to say, the combined might of the five ghost servants could be said to be earth-shattering.

Han Yue gasped for breath. She put down her jade flute and wiped away the blood at the corner of her mouth. Using this ability on herself was also a great drain on her body.

She raised her eyes to look at the flying dust in the sky. The corpse aura was so thick that no one could clearly see what was going on inside.

"Ye Feng, what a pity …"

The corner of her mouth raised into a sneer, "Originally, I wanted to refine you into my high level ghost servant, but now, I'm afraid I can't find your corpse. I have to say, it's a pity."

… ….

"This …"

At the same time, the crowd suddenly saw this change. They swallowed two or three times, as if their throats had gone dry. Their faces were full of astonishment.

"Ye Zifeng is dead, just like that."

Their expressions gradually became unsightly. Ye Feng was not any weaker than Li Yunsheng; losing Li Yunsheng wouldn't be a problem. However, without Ye Feng, how would they fight in the following battles?

"Who said brother Zifeng died?"

Ye Xue Yi's beautiful eyes widened as her mind trembled.

"No, impossible!"

Her head suddenly exploded with a "hum". She shook her head fiercely, her pretty face turning deathly pale. Her pretty face immediately became haggard. She rushed towards the spot where Ye Feng was just now, the center of the explosion.

"Brother Zifeng can't just die like this!"

"Xue Yi, don't be rash..."

Ye Xueyi glanced back and coldly glanced at her. "I already said that you're not allowed to call me that."

Liu Ning's legs gave way and she was unable to hold on. She licked her lips with a complex expression on her face. Immediately, like the others, she stood on the spot, looking at her back from afar.

When Han Yue saw Ye Xueyi rus.h.i.+ng over, her bright eyes revealed a hint of surprise.

"This little girl is not afraid of death. Since that's the case, I will show benevolence and leave you with an intact corpse."

She sneered, raised the jade flute in her hand, and suddenly let out a slight tremble.

The movements of the two ghost servants who were relatively close to each other became sluggish as they heard the sound. After a short moment, their eyes glowed with a red light as they fiercely rushed towards Ye Xue Yi.

"Don't block me!"

With a sullen face, Ye Xueyi urged her Wind King Martial Spirit to turn into two sharp blades made of air and aimed at the two ghost servants.

It was slightly better than the situation where Zhao Shucheng's attack failed. The two air blades. .h.i.t the ghost servant's chest, causing a layer of blood to blossom.

However, it was just a layer of blood.

After all, she had just obtained the King Wind Martial Spirit not too long ago. No matter how high her potential was, she had not yet reached the level of a Martial Disciple.

Han Yue's face revealed a trace of disdain as she advised, "Ye Feng's sister, right? Little girl, stop struggling. No matter who it is, they all have to keep their lives today. No one is an exception."

"That might not be true."

Ye Xueyi knitted her eyebrows and bit her lips. She took out a wind blade from her s.p.a.ce jade pendant in an instant.

In the tranquil air, a mournful howl suddenly rang out.

The two ghost servants were still grinning from ear to ear, but before they could react, Ye Xueyi's eyes flashed and the wind blade in her hand drew many afterimages in front of them.

The Qi flow was full, and the Flowing Light Sword Strike was as powerful as a sword.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."

The two giant ghost servants couldn't even see the path of the Clear Wind Blade, let alone block it with their hands.

From the start, the b.l.o.o.d.y wounds on their throats had gradually expanded to become numerous b.l.o.o.d.y holes, and they were even constantly expanding.

With a "peng" sound, their throats were completely pierced by Ye Xueyi's wind blades, exploding in the air.

In the next moment, their bodies were stiff like stone slabs as they fell straight onto the ground.

"What …"

Han Yue's heart trembled. How could she know that this little girl, who was slightly weaker than her opponent, had obtained a set of peak Spirit Level Whole Gale Armour from Wu Ji's medicine?

"Gale Set, huh …" "Ai, if only I had won first place at the last pet hunt," Zhao Shucheng sighed with envy.

With the lack of strength, Ye Xue Yi could completely use the unique advantage of the set to make up for the deficiency.

"This little girl is somewhat similar to your big brother. She won't be so easy to deal with."

Han Yue recovered slightly and nodded with a cold smile.

"Whatever. I'll grant you that wish. How did Ye Feng die? I'll let you die too right now."

Thus, she picked up the jade flute and placed it across her lips. An extremely pa.s.sionate flute song once again rang out.

When he saw her pick up the flute, he knew that the ending had already been decided.

After all, under the effect of Han Yue's illusion flute melody, the power of this berserk wave of corpses was peerless.

Corpse Explosion was her unique trump card.

As far as he was concerned, there was nothing to be gained from the rest of the group.

Even if Ye Xueyi had the Gale Set, she would only be able to hold on for a little longer. Sooner or later, she would be engulfed by this sea of corpses.

A calm smile appeared on his face as he sighed, "Since Ye Zifeng is dead, you have lost. Everyone, take care of yourselves."

Just as he was about to leave, a familiar voice came from behind.

"Who said I died?"

He stopped walking and all the blood in his body froze.

In addition to that, upon hearing this shocking noise, Han Yue's hand that was holding the jade flute also stiffened on the spot.

The two of them looked at the center of the explosion.

"Brat …" "Brother Zifeng." Ye Xueyi slowly raised her head, her bright eyes became serious and her beautiful face turned teary into a smile.

The corpse Qi dissipated, and Ye Feng was surrounded by the giant finger.

Around him, about half a man's height had been lowered and a huge sand pit had been caved in.

He was still standing on the high ground with a pale face.

However, there was no doubt that Ye Feng was still alive.

"Alright, Gui Ying, you should rest first."

Ye Feng smiled blandly. The huge white bone finger in front of him turned into strands of spiritual energy that followed the blood veins on his arms and returned to his mind.

No matter what, this five continuous corpse explosion was forcefully endured by Ye Feng and the huge white bone finger.

"You …"

His eyes, which had originally been narrowed into a line, widened almost at the same time …

"Is it really okay to be in a daze in front of me?" Ye Feng laughed coldly.

Then, with a flash of ice, the glow of the Ice Emperor's sword rose up, drawing a long streak of silver light in the air.

The tip of the sword was facing the pupil of his waist. It was constantly enlarging.

His face twitched and he came back to his senses. The silver sword in his hand shot out from under his flank and tapped the tip of the Ice Emperor Sword, deflecting it a little.

However, when he hastily made his move, he was still shaken by the huge force. The area between his thumb and index finger suddenly split open as fresh blood flowed out.

As for the resplendent ice aura, it was constantly frozen upwards along the blade of the silver sword. Suddenly, it froze all of s.h.i.+ Yan's fingers, and then along his wrist and arm, forming a thick layer of ice.

Han Yue hesitated for a moment before making her decision. She immediately held her jade flute and blew out a powerful sound.

The thick ice was shaken by the sound of the flute, and in a split-second, it broke off from Zhamu's arm and fell to the ground, turning into ice.

He was so worried that he was saved by Meng Hanyue. Without saying anything more, he hurriedly gathered the spiritual qi and stepped back a dozen steps.

However, after being attacked by the frost qi from the Ice Emperor's sword, his retreating speed had become slightly slower.

"Still trying to escape?"

Ye Fang laughed and wiped off the ring. Then, the sword fell into his hand. It was facing the bright silver sword in his hands.

If it wasn't for the frost qi from the Ice Emperor's sword, Ye Feng was still used to using the electrical flying sword when they were slas.h.i.+ng. This was due to the increase in speed.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" The sound of metal clas.h.i.+ng could be heard.

Once Ye Zifeng made his move, he would no longer show any mercy.

Seven sword strikes in a row, each one containing the intent to kill.

"This …"

He had always prided himself on being a genius, hiding his true strength in the sword training. He had always believed that in the same cultivation realm, no one could surpa.s.s him in talent.

But now, he had changed his mind.

After he exchanged blows with Ye Zifeng, he immediately felt the inexhaustible subtlety of Ye Zifeng's sword technique. In his heart, he actually felt a faint sense of inferiority.

"Ye Feng, you …" Ye Chong looked up in shock.

"I've already said it before, to be in a daze in front of me, is that really okay?"

Ye Feng looked at the opponent's weak point and sneered. His flying sword shot out as fast as lightning.

In a state of panic, he saw that he didn't have time to dodge so he immediately raised his left hand to block.

"Woosh."

Blood splattered in the sky, the silver light was dazzling.

A flying sword had actually made a big hole on his left hand.

And that was not all. The electric sword was still there. It went all the way into his chest.

He groaned and his face suddenly turned pale. He was in extreme pain.

He gritted his teeth and his whole body burst out with power. He released his Qi to the sky, and just like that, he shot out the electrical flying sword from his body, knocking away the tip of the leaf.

Ye Feng frowned and retreated a few steps, avoiding the attack of the soaring spirit energy.

However, from the beginning till now, Ye Feng had already used up all of his energy.

"Pfft …"

He felt a sweetness in his throat and a lump in his chest. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He quickly raised his sword and pressed the tip of it against the gravel to prevent himself from falling down.

"You … "You were indeed heavily injured just now." Zhao Yuan was slightly stunned, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Just a little bit more and Ye Zifeng's attack would have pierced through his heart and killed him on the spot.

However, he still failed in the end.

Ye Feng did not answer, he forcefully suppressed his urge to vomit blood, and his expression turned a bit ugly.

He turned around, gritted his teeth, and ran in the direction of Ye Xueyi.

"Snowy, follow me."

He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the direction of the cold moon, loudly shouting, "Hanyue!"

"Hurry up and chase him. Ye Feng is already heavily injured. This is his last struggle."

As he spoke, he was too excited. He suddenly felt dizzy and his vision went dark. He slowly fell to the ground, unable to move anymore …

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