Xiao Feng, panting heavily, scanned the battlefield and saw the black-robed man's corpse turn into black mist and dissipate, with half of a token engraved with a demon god totem falling to the ground.
Just then, the Demon-Suppressing Stele suddenly trembled violently, and Xiao Feng's immortal power was almost exhausted, making it impossible to maintain.
He bent down with difficulty to pick up the token from the ground, staring at the eerie demonic totem on it, and muttered to himself, "So they wanted to... use me to weaken the seal..."
After all, immortal power and Xiao Feng are the origin.
Before he finished speaking, a pitch-black demonic hand suddenly emerged from the crack in the monument, its five fingers like hooks, instantly pulling Xiao Feng into the darkness.
Xiao Feng felt dizzy and disoriented. When he came to his senses, he found himself in an endless dark space.
Suddenly, a blurry figure appeared in the darkness.
Xiao Feng looked closely and saw that the afterimage had a blood-red demonic mark on its forehead and was surrounded by dense demonic energy.
Xiao Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately realized that this was the afterimage of the Demon God!
The demonic afterimage was tall and exuded a suffocating aura.
It slowly opened its mouth, its voice like that of the deepest abyss: "Boy, you are quite good. I admire your strength. Why not join us? As long as you are willing to submit to me, I can bestow upon you supreme divine power, allowing you to roam freely across this continent."
Xiao Feng sneered, about to refuse, when he saw an even larger phantom slowly emerge from the crack in the Demon Suppression Stele.
The phantom was a hundred feet tall, covered in bronze armor, with black demonic energy gushing from its headless neck.
"I will not agree to that!" Xiao Feng gritted his teeth, each word resounding with conviction.
Two enormous hands gripped the monument, and a voice like muffled thunder rolled across the abyss: "Boy, why do you try to stop me?"
The demon god's demonic energy condensed into a huge throne. He looked down at Xiao Feng and continued, "You are exceptionally talented, so why do you serve the immortal sects? As long as you kneel down and submit, I will appoint you as a demon general, and all the immortal sects under heaven can be trampled underfoot."
As the demon god spoke, an invisible pressure swept down on Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng felt short of breath, as if a heavy burden was pressing down on him.
However, Xiao Feng quickly came to his senses.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pointed his sword directly at the demon god, and said in a voice as firm as iron: "I, Xiao Feng, am an upright man, how could I associate with a demon! If you want to destroy the world, you'll have to step over my dead body first!"
His voice echoed in the empty cavern, and his immortal power condensed into golden flames on the sword blade.
Xiao Feng exuded an indomitable aura.
The demon god suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, his voice filled with seductive allure: "You think you're a disciple of the immortal sect? With such great talent now, the immortal sect has no one like you. I am your kind!"
The afterimage of the demon god, like a thick black mist, slowly approached Xiao Feng.
The suffocating pressure grew stronger, as if it would devour him entirely.
Xiao Feng felt his limbs and bones trembling, and the last bit of immortal power in his body was rapidly disappearing.
At this critical moment, Xiao Feng suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the sword.
In an instant, golden flames surged, like a blazing sun, dispelling the surrounding darkness.
The demon god's afterimage was forced back several feet by the sudden light, letting out a shrill roar.
"You beast, stop your arrogance!"
Xiao Feng gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, exuding an indomitable aura.
His gaze was piercing, staring directly at the enormous phantom of the demon god Xing Tian, unmoved in the slightest.
The phantom of Xing Tian roared with earth-shattering fury: "Stubborn fool! When I am reborn, the first thing I will do is grind you to dust!"
Before he could finish speaking, the giant hand covered in bronze armor slammed down on Xiao Feng.
However, just as it was about to touch the golden flames, the demon god's hand vanished like smoke.
A sharp cracking sound of breaking chains echoed from the cracks in the Demon-Suppressing Stele, and the demon god's voice faded into the distance: "Just wait and see... the seal... is about to break..."
As the aura of the demon god dissipated, the suffocating pressure suddenly disappeared.
Xiao Feng could no longer hold on, his knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to the ground.
The longsword in his hand was deeply embedded in the ground, becoming his only support.
"Huff...huff..." Xiao Feng gasped for breath, cold sweat pouring down his face, soaking his clothes.
He looked up at the cracks in the Demon-Suppressing Stele that were gradually closing, and alarm bells rang in his mind.
"No...we can't let the demon god harm humanity..."
Xiao Feng gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up, thinking to himself, "I came from the 21st century, I absolutely cannot let this world be destroyed!"
He staggered toward the Demon-Suppressing Stele, reaching out to touch the crack that was about to heal.
Xiao Feng could sense that something inside the stele was stirring restlessly, as if it might break free at any moment.
"Oh no, Wushan is almost unable to imprison the demon god!"
Startled, Xiao Feng disregarded his injuries and quickly picked up the half of the token from the ground, then turned and ran down the mountain.
He must inform the sect of this news as soon as possible to prepare for the upcoming great battle.
Xiao Feng staggered out of Wushan, his body covered in blood and his clothes in tatters.
The disciples of the immortal sect waiting at the foot of the mountain were stunned by his appearance.
"My God! What's wrong with Senior Brother Xiao?"
"I've never seen Senior Brother Xiao so disheveled!"
"Could there really be something terrifying on Mount Wu?"
The crowd discussed amongst themselves, their eyes filled with shock.
Xiao Feng didn't bother to explain and went straight to the Ninth Elder, handing him the half of the Demon-Suppressing Stele token.
His voice was hoarse and somewhat weak.
"Ninth Elder, the Demon God's seal has loosened, and a demonic cultivator is secretly sabotaging it. The situation is critical!"
These words immediately caused an uproar among the members of the immortal sect.
They rarely saw Xiao Feng injured, let alone in such a severely injured state.
Everyone thought to themselves, "Since Xiao Feng described it as so serious, the situation must really be bad."
The Ninth Elder accepted the token with a solemn expression.
He sighed deeply, his silver beard trembling slightly: "It seems the seal has reached its limit, and we have no choice but to resort to drastic measures."
As he spoke, the Ninth Elder swept his whisk across the crowd with piercing eyes: "I have cultivated for a hundred years and my lifespan is coming to an end. If I can use my remaining body to reinforce the seal, then I can say that I died a worthy death."
The disciples were shocked upon hearing this and tried to dissuade him:
"Ninth Elder, you mustn't!"
"You are the pillar of the Huayun Sect, how can you so easily speak of your death?"
"There must be other ways, let's think of some more!"
However, the Ninth Elder had already made up his mind and waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.
He turned to Xiao Feng, his eyes full of expectation: "Xiao Feng, you take these people and leave. I'll take care of things here."
Xiao Feng was surprised that the Ninth Elder would sacrifice himself to reinforce the Demon God's seal, and he felt great respect for the elder.
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