With Feng Qizi's ascension to the Demon God realm, the situation on the field has instantly reversed.
Long Kui seemed to sense the threat as well, narrowing his eyes slightly and saying softly, "Strong..."
His words remained concise and to the point, as if saying anything more would be inconsistent with his public persona.
However, perhaps because he was still unconscious, Long Kui did not feel the slightest fear when facing someone far stronger than him.
Is there any chance of winning?
Zhou Mu asked a pointless question.
What is a god? He must be a powerful being who rules over everything and sweeps across the ages. Throughout the world, since the beginning of the Great Thousand World, there have only been two god-level warriors. One is the Spirit God who created the Great Thousand World, and the other is the Demon God who created the extraterrestrial demons. He is also the ancestor of the extraterrestrial demons.
Throughout the long river of history, there must have been countless brilliant geniuses, but without exception, they all stopped at the Quasi-Emperor level, or at most the Spirit Emperor level. Over the years, the only one who came infinitely close to being a demigod was Long Kui, the former Pavilion Master of the Great Thousand Pavilion who stood before Zhou Mu.
Even a demigod would be powerless against Feng Qizi, who had forcibly raised his realm to the divine realm through external forces.
For a moment, the situation seemed to have returned to what it was before. However, with Long Kui around, Zhou Mu felt more confident.
He stepped forward, his gaze fixed intently on the figure in the void, and said, "Justice will ultimately prevail over evil, Uncle Feng, let me call you that for now. The sea of suffering is boundless, but there is always a shore to turn back from; it is never too late to pull back from the brink."
Faced with Zhou Mu's admonition, Feng Qizi only smiled deeply, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he looked at Zhou Mu.
If he had only been playing around before, now he was truly determined to kill. Not to mention that Zhou Mu had actually summoned the former Grand Master of the Great Thousand Pavilion. If this guy had a backup plan, it would undoubtedly be a fatal blow to him.
He forcibly used external forces to barely reach the level of a demon god, and the price he paid was undoubtedly huge. After he returned, he would be unable to use demonic energy again for at least half a year. This is why he would never use this power unless absolutely necessary.
But now, the appearance of Long Kui has made him somewhat flustered, so he had no choice but to unleash his most powerful weapon.
"I won't give you another chance this time."
Feng Qizi spoke slowly, and then his body was completely shrouded in black energy. Immediately afterwards, a powerful demonic energy surged out, surging out in layers like demonic clouds.
Soon, a despairing darkness descended upon the world, engulfing the entire space.
A darkness so deep it was almost imperceptible.
For a fleeting moment, Feng Qizi became the master of heaven and earth, seemingly able to cause the world to tremble with just a glance.
"Retreat quickly!"
The commander of the allied forces shouted, and his figure transformed into a streak of light, rushing into the distance.
As for the others, their reaction was naturally not as fast as the commander's. So, after the commander finished speaking, the allied forces finally reacted, but by then it was already too late.
The extreme darkness surged in from all directions, instantly blocking all their escape routes.
"If we join forces, we absolutely cannot allow hundreds of thousands of allied troops to perish here. Otherwise, we will truly become sinners in this world."
At this moment, Jing Mu had recovered from the excitement of seeing Long Kui and immediately said with a gloomy expression.
He tilted his head slightly, looking at the figure that already possessed some of the aura of a master of heaven and earth, took a difficult breath, and then looked at Wang Xu Heibo beside him.
The two nodded to him, and Wang Xu said, "Things have come to this point, so there's no need for you to hold back anymore. Unleash your full strength. The burdens of this vast world still need to be shouldered by old guys like you and me."
Jing Mu's expression changed slightly. He hadn't expected that Wang Xu could see through his cultivation level. However, considering the latter's prowess, he couldn't help but sincerely admire him.
He nodded and said softly, "Very well, today, I will let you witness the true power of a demigod."
Indeed, after hundreds of years of cultivation in the peach grove, Jing Mu also became a demigod. However, since becoming a demigod, his cultivation has been unable to advance any further.
Therefore, his daily routine of cultivation became a way to solidify his foundation. As a result, even though he is only a demigod now, the power he displays is comparable to that of Feng Qizi, who was forcibly elevated to the level of a demon god by external forces.
With a slight movement of Jing Mu's hand, countless rays of spiritual light shot out like meteors, illuminating the entire space and tearing a gap in the pitch-black darkness.
The darkness near that ray of light quickly melted away, transforming into a patch of light in the blink of an eye.
"The Nine Provinces Continent has truly given me many surprises." Feng Qizi was already on the verge of despair.
After suppressing Long Kui, he thought victory was assured. Unexpectedly, a Cheng Yaojin appeared out of nowhere. His face was extremely ugly, and he said coldly, "Jing Mu, you forced me to do this. Today, I will make sure you die."
He suddenly stretched out his palm, and instantly, dark clouds swept across the sky. In a short moment, the wind raged and the clouds surged, and extremely intense bolts of lightning flashed in the sky before crashing down with a loud bang.
A pale blue arc of electricity drew a graceful curve in the dark night sky, followed by a surge of immense power.
"It's truly terrifying."
Zhou Mu, standing to the side, couldn't help but speak up.
At this moment, Lu Shan was already standing beside him, looking worried, and said, "This is really bad, we've got a huge mess. I don't know if Uncle Jing has the ability to clean it up."
“If Uncle Jing doesn’t have him, can you fill in?” Zhou Mu asked Lu Shan.
In a way, what Zhou Mu said at that moment was nonsense. Lu Shan glared at Zhou Mu as if he were an idiot and asked in a low voice, "What do you think?"
“If I had to guess, you definitely have some skills you haven’t used yet. I don’t believe your magic touch is limited to this. Like Uncle Jing, now is not the time to hide your abilities. Show them off!” Zhou Mu said.
Seeing the hopeful look in Zhou Mu's eyes, Lu Shan couldn't bear to tell him that he was overthinking things and that this was all the wealth he had.
Finally, he had to speak up: "What about your damn system? If we can't win this time, you should go and get that system working, then everyone will win, right?"
"And there's the cooling-off period; this time it'll last a full year," Zhou Mu sighed deeply.
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