Zheng Feng sneered and simultaneously accelerated the circulation of his spiritual energy.

If you look closely, you can see that, like the phoenix perched on a paulownia tree, the spiritual energy is actually mixed with wisps of demonic energy.

Boom

The cold light and the power of the Heavenly Demon were like water and fire, incompatible. As soon as they came into contact, they began to devour each other frantically, with one growing stronger and the other weaker.

As the most crucial moment approached, a hint of madness appeared in Zheng Feng's eyes. He laughed loudly, and the spiritual energy surging around him transformed into pitch-black demonic energy.

Under the influence of intense demonic energy, the cold light was ultimately defeated. Then, a wisp of the cold light was swallowed by the darkness, and the cold light was like a defeated army. The darkness swept away everything in its path and quickly devoured it.

"Surrender."

Zheng Feng had already staked everything, and with a roar, he prepared to kill Zhou Mu.

But he forgot that Feng Qitong was there; Feng Qitong was the young master of the Demon Clan.

Isn't this like throwing a meat bun to a dog—it's gone forever?

Feng Qitong smiled and glanced at Zheng Feng. Then, she clasped her hands together, and a strange power emanated from them, merging with the Heavenly Demon in wisps.

A sudden sense of unease flashed through Zheng Feng's mind.

The next moment, he was horrified to discover that he had lost contact with the Heavenly Demon, as if they were two completely unrelated things.

This made him panic.

"How...how do you possess such abilities?"

Zheng Feng's expression changed drastically.