Inside the Ninja Village.
A terrifying crisis descended from the sky, engulfing the entire village.
Fortunately, Ye Feng was fast enough that his sleeves whipped up a gust of wind, pushing the group of Great Xia warriors away.
She herself leaped backward, graceful as a startled swan.
Rumble—
Suddenly, a huge opening appeared in the sky above, like a demon opening its gaping maw.
A terrifying spatial storm crashed down, engulfing all the severed limbs on the ground.
The entire ninja village was swept away; rooftops flew into the sky, and not a single chicken coop or duck shed was left.
One by one, the towering ancient trees were uprooted.
The massive mountain peaks were all forcibly swept into the spacetime rift.
In the valley, sand and stones flew, the sun and moon were obscured, and the howling of ghosts and wolves made it seem like the end of the world.
Many martial artists from the Great Xia Dynasty stayed far away, watching this scene in utter shock.
"My God, Ye Tianshen is indeed powerful. He used a powerful move right away."
"What a terrifying ultimate move! It's unheard of! It devoured the entire village."
"Terrifying!"
"If all the men of our Great Xia were like Ye Tianshen, how could we not rise to prominence in the East?"
"How wonderful it would be if I could become Ye Tianshen's disciple."
"Your ancestral grave will never emit that green smoke."
Everyone looked at Ye Feng from afar with fervent, worshipful eyes, as if they were worshipping a god.
In reality...
Ye Feng was also very frustrated at this moment, his mind a complete blank.
Isn't this the mysterious spatial rift that swallowed him up deep inside the Great Xia Spirit Stone Mine on Netherworld Island?
I finally managed to get rid of it, but it suddenly reappeared.
It relentlessly pursued me, like a shadow.
Ye Feng couldn't understand why this was happening.
Could it be that mysterious spacetime altar in the starry sky?
Ye Feng rubbed his temples and thought for a moment.
He tried to suppress his aura, and the crack quickly dissipated after he could no longer sense it.
After several attempts, he finally figured out the pattern of how the cracks appeared.
Basically, whenever he releases his aura, there's a certain chance that a crack will appear.
However, the specifics are uncertain.
It's also possible that it will trigger once every ten releases.
It might only take two or three times to trigger.
There is absolutely no pattern to it, and if you're not careful, you'll be swept into the spacetime rift again.
However, fortune and misfortune are intertwined.
There is no absolute good or bad in anything in the world.
An incredibly terrifying spacetime rift.
If used properly, it could be a formidable weapon.
Having figured this out, Ye Feng sneered.
With a leap, he hovered thousands of meters above Japan, the howling wind causing his black robe to flutter wildly.
Below, large numbers of Japanese warriors were urgently assembling, like swarms of ants, preparing to rush to Great Xia to join Horton's army and engage in the battle.
Although Ye Feng had wiped out nearly 300,000 martial artists in the last Japanese invasion, severely damaging their strength.
Logically speaking, it would be impossible to mobilize so many martial artists in a short period of time.
But let's not forget that Japan is an island nation.
The territory encompasses hundreds of islands in the surrounding seas, where many reclusive masters reside.
Ye Feng only slaughtered the islands of his own country last time, without venturing into the surrounding islands.
"Since you insist on courting death, then I will grant your wish."
Ye Feng roared to the sky, and the Great Seal of Mountains and Rivers suddenly crashed down, like a majestic mountain descending from the sky, filling the entire sky.
The shadow of death looms below.
A large number of people were killed instantly, their flesh and blood mangled.
A huge crater was left in the earth, with large cracks spreading in all directions.
The space produced an image overlap.
All the sturdy buildings within this martial arts base were smashed as if they were made of paper.
A group of Japanese martial artists were filled with shock and anger, and chaos ensued.
"Damn it, you idiot!"
"It's Ye Feng. That fiend is still alive."
The next moment, Ye Feng leaped down.
The Onimaru sword in his hand descended from the sky, transforming into a giant sword hundreds of meters long that slashed down.
Hundreds of heads flew up, leaving trails of blood.
He seized the Onimaru sword from Okamoto Shichijiro, the leader of the Tu Xia organization's assassins, during his journey to Youming Island.
Once the target's coordinates are determined, a sudden, long-range kill can be carried out.
Ye Feng forcefully and domineeringly charged into the ranks of the Japanese warriors, his methods ruthless and brutal, and large numbers of Japanese soldiers were slaughtered.
After a series of ruthless measures, the mysterious spacetime rift was finally triggered.
Rumble—
The spacetime rift opened, like a monstrous beast devouring heaven and earth, gradually consuming the nearly ten thousand Japanese warriors present.
The screams of agony were incessant; these martial artists had absolutely no power to resist.
From a distance, the scene resembled a waterspout, which was quite awe-inspiring.
Ye Feng moved like lightning, pulling through the space-time rifts, deliberately choosing to slip into crowded places.
A mysterious ancient diagram appeared above his head, and countless rays of divine light descended, enveloping him to prevent him from being suddenly sucked away.
Behind them, the mysterious spacetime rift followed like a shadow, unleashing a terrifying power of devouring.
These Japanese warriors were incredibly unlucky; they had absolutely no power to resist and were swallowed up by the terrifying rift without even realizing it, like swarms of ants.
"Damn it, Ye Feng is too despicable. Everyone run! Don't let him get close!"
"You bastard, Ye Feng, you actually brought disaster to our Japan! You'll die a horrible death!"
Among these martial artists on their expedition, the leader was a Martial King of the early seventh rank, who stared intently at Ye Feng, his eyes filled with resentment and venom.
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