A faint light shimmered around Chen Feng, emanating from the defensive power of several pieces of mental armor. These armors were exquisite and ornate, inscribed with mysterious runes, seemingly containing boundless power.

However, when the fourth-grade mental attacks surged in like a tidal wave, the armor began to tremble violently. Chen Feng's face turned pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Each attack was like a sharp sword, relentlessly piercing through the armor's defenses. Chen Feng gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain the defensive line.

Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the armor, spreading rapidly like a spider web. Finally, with a crisp cracking sound, the first piece of armor shattered completely, turning into countless fragments scattered on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third pieces of armor also shattered, their brilliance gradually dimming as if they had lost their life force.

Chen Feng was filled with despair. He knew he could no longer withstand the powerful attack. But he was still unwilling to give up. He used his last bit of strength to try to unleash the potential of his armor.

However, it was all too late. The last piece of armor shattered under the impact of the attack, turning into a cloud of smoke. Chen Feng lost his balance and collapsed heavily to the ground.

"Who dares to attack my human race's prodigy? They're courting death."

Suddenly, a phantom voice echoed through the heavens and earth, a voice that seemed to come from the ancient abyss, carrying endless pressure and mystery.

The sound echoed in the air, like an invisible force that made one's soul tremble.

Then, streaks of pale golden light gathered from all directions, leaping and dancing like nimble sprites.

The light gradually intensified, like dazzling stars illuminating the entire world. Slowly, these rays coalesced into a phantom human figure.

He was clad in blood-red armor, the armor shimmering with mysterious runes that seemed to contain boundless power. The blood-red longsword he held gleamed with a chilling light, sending shivers down one's spine.

Although his face was blurred, his terrifying aura was like an insurmountable mountain, making it hard to breathe.

His figure seemed to blend into the heavens and earth, and every movement carried unparalleled majesty.

The air around him seemed to become heavy, as if suppressed by his imposing aura.

A gentle breeze blew by, causing the crimson ribbons on his armor to flutter and rustle, adding to his mystery and majesty.

"It's you? Aren't you already dead? Why is there still a remnant soul here?" However, upon sensing the golden figure, the aged black werewolf's soul turned around nervously to face him as if encountering a natural enemy, and asked uneasily.

"Black Qi, you're not dead, so how could I really be dead? I said back then that I would come back. Did you think I was just joking?" the golden figure snorted.

"Chen Feng, a junior of the human race, greets Commander Di."

Chen Feng's voice trembled slightly, filled with barely suppressed excitement. His gaze was fixed on the golden figure, as if trying to imprint every detail of it deeply into his mind.

The golden figure radiated a dazzling light, like a golden sun hanging in the void. His figure was tall and upright, like a majestic mountain, giving people an endless sense of pressure.

Chen Feng noticed that although Marshal Di Feng's face was blurred, his majesty and determination were clearly conveyed through the light.

Chen Feng's heart pounded even harder, as if he could feel Marshal Di Feng's bravery and fearlessness on the battlefield back then. He imagined Marshal Di Feng wielding the Fenglang Sword, fighting bloody battles against the enemy, and a feeling of reverence welled up in his heart.

When Chen Feng discovered that Marshal Di Feng's remnant soul still existed, his heart was as turbulent as a vast ocean, unable to calm down for a long time. His eyes shone with hope, as if he could see a bright future for humanity.

Chen Feng took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knew that Marshal Di Feng needed his composure and wisdom at this moment.

He secretly vowed to do his utmost to help Marshal Di Feng be resurrected and to add another great hero to the human race.

"Hmph, just a remnant soul, do you think I'm afraid of you? Today, not only will your remnant soul be completely destroyed, but this junior human will also die here," Black Wolf Saint Hei Qi said coldly.

"It's been decades since we last met. Old Ghost Hei Qi, you're not far from death, are you? Your soul is already shrouded in deathly aura. What ability do you have to deal with me?" Di Feng's remnant soul mocked without a care in the world.

"howl--"

The roar of Hei Qi's soul was like a thunderclap, deafeningly loud.

Its body instantly expanded, transforming into a massive cloud of black smoke, like a black whirlwind, carrying endless rage and fury, sweeping towards Di Feng's remnant soul.

Di Feng's remnant soul was equally formidable, rapidly coalescing into a dazzling golden ball of light, resembling a brilliant sun, radiating a breathtaking glow.

The golden ball of light and the black whirlwind collided violently in the air, producing a deafening roar that seemed to make the whole world tremble.

In an instant, light shone brightly and black smoke billowed, the two intertwining to create a breathtaking scene.

The surrounding space seemed to be torn apart, with howling winds and thunder, as if the end of the world had arrived.

The power of Hei Qi's soul surged and raged, constantly impacting Di Feng's remnant soul, attempting to devour it.

Meanwhile, Di Feng's remnant soul put up a stubborn resistance, its golden light growing ever brighter as it engaged in a thrilling life-or-death struggle with the black smoke.

"I don't know if Commander Di's remnant soul can withstand the Black Wolf Saint's soul intent, but I can help Commander Di."

Chen Feng pondered to himself, his eyes firm and focused, as if he had already made up his mind.

Then, Chen Feng took a deep breath and adjusted his mental focus.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Feng launched the Devouring Mystic Technique towards the Black Wolf Saint's soul.

A powerful mental force emanated from his sea of ​​consciousness, like a bottomless black hole, threatening to devour everything.

In an instant, a wisp of black smoke was swallowed and refined by Chen Feng. The wisp of black smoke seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand, unable to break free.

The black smoke twisted and struggled in Chen Feng's hands, trying to escape, but Chen Feng's power was too great, and the black smoke was eventually completely refined by him.

The refining of this wisp of black smoke reduced Hei Qi's soul power by a small amount. Although the amount of this wisp of black smoke was not large, it had a weakening effect on Hei Qi's soul power.

Like a sharp sword, it gently cut a gash in Hei Qi's soul, leaving it incomplete.

And so, Chen Feng continued to intervene from the sidelines, constantly using the Devouring Mystic Technique to weaken Hei Qi's soul. He even managed to glean some fragmented memories from them, but they flashed by very quickly and were just very short snippets, of little value.