Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 500: Fighting against the Demon Cult

Everyone's eyes widened in horror, their bodies taking an uncontrollable step back. "The Demonic Cult actually has a Half-Saint?" someone couldn't help but exclaim, their voice filled with fear and despair. The temperature inside the tower seemed to plummet at the presence of this aura, and everyone felt a chill running from their feet to their heads.

The demon cult member with a Taotie pattern on his black robe raised a ferocious smile that was full of malice and provocation. He said coldly: "I don't think you can protect it." His voice was like the whisper of a devil, echoing in the tower and making people shudder.

Zhou Qian glared at the people from the Demon Cult angrily, his facial muscles twitching slightly with anger, and asked loudly: "You have been hiding your strength all this time?" His heart was filled with resentment and anger. He originally thought that although the Demon Cult was powerful, it was still within their control. He did not expect that the other party had hidden such terrifying strength.

The demon cult member looked at Zhou Qian with contempt, sneered and said, "Otherwise, would you still be alive today?" His eyes were full of disdain, as if he was mocking everyone's ignorance and stupidity.

Upon hearing this, the members of the Sun Moon Sect and the White Dragon Cult gnashed their teeth in anger. Fang Mufei gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his knuckles turning white from the strain. His eyes burned with rage, yet he had to suppress it. As a Sun Moon Sect expert nearing the semi-saint level, he knew that impulsive action at this moment would only bring disaster.

Lin Feng stood aside, observing all this clearly. He noticed another figure from the Demon Cult wearing a black robe with a Taowu pattern on it, and was secretly shocked, realizing that the Demon Cult had unexpectedly sent two Semi-Saints. At this moment, all forces were standing against the Demon Cult, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

The demonic cultist, whose black robe bore the Taowu pattern, slowly stepped forward, emitting a powerful aura. This aura resonated with that of the demonic cultist with the Taotie pattern, creating an even more powerful pressure. Everyone involuntarily took firm precautions, their faces filled with vigilance and tension.

Because they all knew that the members of the Demon Cult could absorb the cultivation of others to strengthen themselves, which made them even more afraid of the Demon Cult's sudden attack. The air in the tower seemed to solidify, and everyone's breathing became rapid and heavy.

Several major factions were facing off against the demonic sect, their gazes ablaze with fighting intent, and the air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression. At this moment, no one noticed Lin Feng and his companions, except Ding Junhao and Li Zhe.

Ding Junhao stood in the corner, his eyes burning with hatred as he glared at Lin Feng fiercely. His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles white from the exertion, and his body trembled slightly, as if he would lunge and tear Lin Feng to pieces at any moment. Li Zhe, on the other hand, was covered in blood, some of which still oozed blood. His face was as pale as paper, his steps unsteady, and he could barely stand, relying only on the wall for support. In this thrilling adventure, he, a fifth-grade Grandmaster, was indeed extremely lucky to have survived the attacks of so many monsters, but at this moment, he was at the end of his strength.

At that moment, a monster's deafening roar suddenly erupted from outside. Like a battle horn, it instantly ignited the tense atmosphere within the tower, and a battle was imminent. Lü Cheng, the Semi-Saint of Xinghai Peak, took the lead. His figure flashed like a bolt of black lightning, charging towards the demonic cultist whose black robes were emblazoned with the taotie image. Their figures instantly intertwined, their powerful auras colliding with a deafening roar that distorted the surrounding air.

Not to be outdone, the Ninth-Rank Grandmasters from several major sects exchanged glances, their eyes revealing a resolute resolve. Then, together, they charged at the figure in the black robe with the Taowu pattern. Their weapons flashed with a cold light, and each attack carried a powerful aura. For a moment, the sound of swords flashed, and the shouts of killing were deafening.

The remaining people also engaged in a fierce battle with the remaining members of the Demon Cult. Qi surged throughout the tower, powerful energy waves raged everywhere, and streaks of light pierced through the tower, dazzling the eyes. But strangely, this fierce battle did not cause any damage to the mysterious tower. The mysterious runes on the tower wall still emitted a soft glow, as if silently protecting it.

Lin Feng, Xu Tian, ​​Chen Xiner, and Chen Yu took advantage of the chaos to exchange glances, their eyes conveying a tacit understanding, and then quickly ran to the second floor. Their steps were light and hurried, trying not to make any noise, for fear of attracting attention.

Ding Junhao's heart tightened when he saw Lin Feng and the others fleeing. He immediately grabbed Li Zhe and ran towards Guan Jinsong. "Elder Guan, Lin Feng has escaped. Go kill him and take the Star Blade!" Ding Junhao ran to Guan Jinsong and shouted, his voice filled with anxiety and desire.

Guan Jinsong's heart was moved when he heard this; he had also long coveted the Star Blade. However, he turned his head to look at the fierce battlefield and thought to himself, Lin Feng can only stay in this tower now, and there are monsters outside, so he can't escape at all. The people of the Demon Cult are powerful and insidious. If they accidentally attack him, he will die. Thinking of this, Guan Jinsong gritted his teeth and decided to deal with the Demon Cult members first. He flashed and rushed forward to fight with them.

Ding Junhao saw Guan Jinsong running in the wrong direction and shouted anxiously, "Elder Guan, Lin Feng is over there! You're going the wrong way!" His voice was faint in the clamor of the battlefield and was quickly drowned out by the shouting and fighting. Guan Jinsong, along with Jiang Cheng, Chang Jihou, and others, was currently besieging a member of the Demon Sect and paid no attention to Ding Junhao or Li Zhe.

Li Zhe looked at the chaotic scene, his heart filled with helplessness and confusion. He said weakly: "Senior Ding, they all ignore us, what should we do?" His voice trembled with a hint of despair.

Ding Junhao clenched his fists, the muscles on his face twisted with anger and unwillingness. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's better to rely on yourself than on others." After that, he pulled Li Zhe and secretly followed Lin Feng and the others.

They carefully navigated the chaotic battlefield, avoiding the throngs of people engaged in fierce fighting. Ding Junhao's eyes gleamed with greed and hatred, his only thought: to catch up with Lin Feng and seize the Star Blade. Li Zhe could only drag his exhausted body behind Ding Junhao, his heart filled with helplessness and fear, but at this moment, he had no choice but to trust Ding Junhao.

Lin Feng and the other three dodged left and right in the chaotic battlefield, their clothes ripped by the innate energy and their hair flying in disorder. Finally, they stumbled up the stairs and reached the second floor of the tower. As soon as they stepped onto the second floor, an old and quiet atmosphere hit them.