"ah--"
Finally, Fang Wuqing roared with a ferocious expression, his aura suddenly surging, and a heart-palpitating energy wave surged from his body.
Immediately afterwards, he unleashed his trump card without hesitation!
In an instant, the sky seemed to change color as a jet-black beam of light, radiating endless terrifying pressure, descended from the sky and blasted straight towards the crowd below.
This terrifying pressure was like Mount Tai crushing an egg, making everyone present feel an unprecedented threat of death.
They stared in terror at the approaching black beam of light, their hearts filled with despair and helplessness.
However, at this critical moment, the already severely injured third-grade sea turtle suddenly unleashed astonishing power.
It dragged its battered body with difficulty, and with a resolute posture, it rushed in front of everyone, spreading its arms, trying to use its hard shell to block this earth-shattering blow.
With a loud "bang," the black beam of light slammed into the sea turtle.
For a moment, light shone brightly, and smoke filled the air. When everything gradually calmed down, people saw that the head of the third-grade sea turtle was completely smashed, with blood splattered everywhere;
Its once-proud, sturdy shell also developed countless cracks, eventually breaking apart completely.
The sea turtle, suffering such a severe injury, died on the spot, but it was precisely because of its selfless act of blocking the way that the people behind it escaped death.
"Boom boom boom—"
However, just as the enormous and powerful Rank 3 sea turtle successfully withstood Fang Wuqing's most ferocious and fierce attack...
The others seized the opportunity and unleashed their most powerful techniques. Dazzling lights, carrying astonishing power, poured down on Fang Wuqing like a storm.
In an instant, these violent attacks, like a flood bursting its banks, bombarded Fang Wuqing's body without reservation.
His body trembled violently, his tense muscles instantly relaxed, and he spat out a large amount of scarlet blood, like a blood-red flower blooming in mid-air, a shocking sight.
After suffering such a severe blow, Fang Wuqing's body could no longer support its own weight, and it plummeted like a meteor that had lost control.
With a dull thud, he crashed heavily onto the hard ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
By this time, he was covered in wounds, his entire body riddled with gruesome cuts, from which blood gushed out, staining the ground beneath him a dark red.
His breath became extremely weak at this moment, like a candle flickering in the wind, seemingly about to be extinguished at any moment.
His once bright and sharp eyes were now dull and lifeless, barely able to open a slit as he laboriously scanned the enemies who were attacking him.
"Why is this happening?!" The critically injured and dying Fang Wuqing stared wide-eyed at the indifferent people around him, his face filled with resentment and confusion, forcing out the words with all his might. However, only deathly silence answered him; no one was willing to give him an answer.
Just then, a soft yet clear sound of footsteps drifted from afar, each step seeming to tug at Fang Wuqing's heartstrings. He struggled to lift his head and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a figure slowly walking towards him; at first, he could only see a blurry outline, but as the figure drew closer, it gradually became clearer.
When Fang Wuqing saw who it was, he was shocked. It was Elder Feng Zhiqiang from his Sea God Sect! How could this highly respected and powerful elder be here? And he seemed to be acting strangely.
Sure enough, as Elder Feng drew closer, a shocking scene unfolded—his originally aged face began to change at a visible speed. Wrinkles gradually disappeared, his skin became smooth and firm, his white hair turned black, and his body was no longer hunched; he seemed to have become decades younger. Finally, when Elder Feng stood before Fang Wuqing, he had completely transformed into a young man of about twenty years old.
"Master Fang, you now have only two paths before you: one is death, and the other is life. I wonder which one you will choose?" Chen Feng stood coldly a few meters away from Fang Wuqing, his icy gaze piercing like a cold sword as he questioned him mercilessly.
At this moment, Fang Wuqing's face was as pale as paper, and his throat was hoarse from extreme fear: "You...who exactly are you? Why do all those people obey you so obediently? What's going on here!"
Chen Feng's lips curled into a disdainful smile: "Hmph, I might as well tell you. My name is Chen Feng, just an ordinary student at the Savage Martial Arts University. However, from this moment on, these people have become my slaves, naturally obeying my every command. And you, soon you will be just like them, obediently bowing at my feet and becoming my servant." With that, Chen Feng swiftly formed hand seals, and a powerful energy instantly coalesced in his palms. In the blink of an eye, a slave seal radiating an eerie light appeared.
Just then, the third-grade sea turtle died, and Chen Feng had one last slave seal left to use. Chen Feng secretly rejoiced; if it weren't for this unexpectedly acquired slave seal, he really wouldn't know how to deal with the troublesome Fang Wuqing in front of him. Immediately afterward, he didn't hesitate to strike Fang Wuqing hard with the slave seal in his hand.
"roar--"
Fang Wuqing's body trembled violently, his fingers gripping the ground tightly, trying to break free from the invisible restraints. His eyes were filled with despair and anger, veins bulged on his forehead, and sweat streamed down his cheeks.
Chen Feng's eyes were cold and ruthless. He concentrated his mind, gathering his powerful spiritual energy into a beam, which pierced Fang Wuqing like a sharp sword. Fang Wuqing suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, as if thousands of fine needles were piercing him at the same time. He couldn't help but let out a shrill scream.
The screams echoed through the air, sending chills down one's spine. Fang Wuqing's body collapsed limply to the ground, his consciousness fading, and the world before him becoming indistinct. The light of the slave mark flickered on his forehead, as if mocking his futile struggle.
Chen Feng watched all this silently, without a trace of pity in his heart. He knew that only through this method could he completely control Fang Wuqing and make him his slave.
With Fang Wuqing being enslaved, none of the seven branch leaders of the Evil God Cult in the Eastern Islands were spared and all became Chen Feng's servants!
These cult leaders, who were usually high and mighty and could command the wind and rain, could only bow their heads and obey Chen Feng's orders at this moment.
At this point, Chen Feng had effectively gained complete control over the entire Japanese archipelago.
All the wealth and resources hidden in this land belong to him.
In particular, those eight extremely precious top-grade resources are coveted by other forces.
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