You are surrounded by me

The deserted ruins of an ancient battlefield.

The sky had originally been brightly illuminated by the oppressive auras of eleven Soul Formation stage experts and the multi-colored glows of their magical treasures.

But now, the light had dimmed.

The sudden betrayal of twenty peak Nascent Soul cultivators acted like a sharp knife, instantly piercing through the supposedly flawless encirclement formed by the allied forces of the righteous and demonic paths.

Screams echoed one after another around the periphery of the ruins.

Those cultivators who were backstabbed by the Net death-sworn didn't even have time to summon their Nascent Souls before being strangled to death in mid-air.

Blood rained down from the sky.

"Bastards! What are you doing?!"

A righteous path Soul Formation elder's eyes nearly popped out of his head in rage. Watching his sect's most prized disciple slaughtering his fellow sect members, he roared in fury.

There was no answer.

The eyes of the Net death-sworn were as cold as iron; they only followed the orders of the man wearing the black mask.

Meanwhile.

The scarlet array patterns lighting up the ground around the ruins had completely closed.

A massive reverse trapping and killing array, like an overturned giant blood-red bowl, firmly locked the eleven Soul Formation old monsters and the remaining cultivators in the center of the ruins.

Their path of retreat was cut off.

Patriarch Taixuan stood in mid-air, his face so gloomy it looked as if water could drip from it.

He had lived for over a thousand years and experienced countless life-and-death struggles, but this was the first time he felt the chilling sensation of being completely played in the palm of someone's hand.

He thought he was here for a hunt.

As a result, he had led the top combat power of this domain straight into a grave dug by someone else.

"Good tactics."

Patriarch Taixuan stared fixedly at Shen Fei, who was hovering at the same height as him.

"No wonder you could play both the righteous and demonic paths for fools. It turns out you had planted so many moles among us long ago."

Patriarch Taixuan tightened his grip on his dragon-headed walking stick, the spiritual energy of a peak Soul Formation cultivator surging wildly within his body.

"But do you really think that with just these Nascent Soul traitors and a broken array, you can trap the eleven of us Soul Formation experts?!"

"In the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks are futile!"

Patriarch Taixuan abruptly raised his walking stick and pointed it at Shen Fei.

"Fellow Daoists! Do not panic!"

"This demon is only at the early Soul Formation stage, he is just bluffing! Let's join forces, break his array first, and then extract his soul and refine his spirit!"

The eleven Soul Formation old monsters quickly steadied their minds.

They were, after all, existences standing at the peak of a domain. After a brief moment of panic, they immediately made the most correct judgment.

"Kill!"

There was no probing.

Eleven world-destroying Soul Formation powers erupted simultaneously!

The space of this ancient battlefield ruin was already fragile. Under the impact of these eleven forces, the space directly let out an overwhelmed shattering sound.

A hundred-zhang long golden sword qi, a massive demonic seal burning with netherworld ghost fire, a giant purple-gold handprint that blotted out the sky...

Eleven completely different attacks, yet all carrying the destructive power of laws.

They blasted toward Shen Fei, covering the sky and earth!

A focused attack of this caliber.

Let alone an early Soul Formation cultivator, even a peak Soul Formation expert would be instantly reduced to ashes if they tried to take it head-on.

The surviving Nascent Soul cultivators on the periphery were forced to retreat again and again by this terrifying oppressive aura, their breathing completely stagnating.

"Die! Demon!"

A Demon Lord laughed maniacally, as if he had already seen the image of Shen Fei being blasted to scum.

But.

Facing this world-destroying strike.

Shen Fei did not dodge.

Nor did he use any defensive magical treasures.

He hovered in mid-air, his black trench coat flapping wildly in the violent spiritual energy storm.

He slowly spread his arms.

"Heavenly Demon Body."

Shen Fei shouted in his heart.

"Full power."

Boom!

A dark power, deeper and more domineering than all the surrounding attacks combined, explosively burst forth from Shen Fei's body!

SSS-rank Heavenly Demon Body!

This was the ultimate physical body he had tempered using endless ancient demonic qi during his year of bitter cultivation in the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Abyss!

A layer of fine, dark gold demonic patterns surfaced on Shen Fei's skin.

His entire person seemed to transform into an indestructible primordial demon god.

"Bang bang bang bang!!!"

The eleven terrifying Soul Formation attacks solidly blasted onto Shen Fei's body!

Blinding, intense light instantly swallowed Shen Fei's figure.

The massive explosive shockwave forcefully scraped a thick layer off the already ruined ground of the ruins below.

"It's done!"

Several Soul Formation old monsters revealed expressions of joy.

But Patriarch Taixuan's brows were tightly knitted together.

He did not sense Shen Fei's aura dissipating.

On the contrary.

At the very center of the explosion, a heart-palpitating devouring power was operating madly!

The light dissipated.

In mid-air.

Shen Fei was still standing there.

He maintained his posture with his arms spread.

Although his black trench coat had a few holes blown into it, his physical body was actually completely unharmed!

Those dark gold demonic patterns flowed on his skin, emitting a cold metallic luster.

"This is impossible!!!"

The Demon Lord who had been laughing maniacally earlier had his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Taking the combined strike of eleven Soul Formation experts head-on, and his skin wasn't even broken?!

Is this even human?!

Shen Fei slowly lowered his arms.

He twisted his neck, his bones letting out crisp popping sounds.

"Not bad force."

Shen Fei looked at the dumbfounded eleven Soul Formation old monsters opposite him.

"Pity, it's useless against me."

That wave of attacks just now, although grand in scale, hit the SSS-rank Heavenly Demon Body, and most of the physical damage was directly immunized.

As for the accompanying law and spiritual energy damage, the moment they contacted the Heavenly Demon Body, they were forcibly converted and absorbed by the Heaven Devouring Demonic Art.

How was this an attack?

This was clearly just feeding Shen Fei.

"Monster... he's a monster!"

A righteous path elder's voice trembled. He finally understood the absolute despair felt by those prodigies who had died at Shen Fei's hands right before their deaths.

"Don't stop! Keep attacking! I refuse to believe his physical body is truly invincible!"

Patriarch Taixuan roared furiously, circulating his spiritual energy once again.

But Shen Fei had no intention of being their target practice anymore.

"Warm-up is over."

Shen Fei's eyes instantly became bone-chillingly cold.

"Now, it's my turn."

Swish!

Shen Fei's figure instantly vanished from his spot.

His speed was so fast that even the divine sense of the Soul Formation old monsters couldn't capture it!

"Careful!" Patriarch Taixuan shouted loudly.

But it was already too late.

Shen Fei directly appeared in front of the Demon Lord who had been laughing maniacally just moments ago.

The distance between the two was less than half a foot.

The Demon Lord was terrified, instinctively wanting to summon his protective demonic shield.

But Shen Fei's right hand had already shot out like lightning.

His five fingers, like hooks, pierced straight through the Demon Lord's incompletely formed shield and grabbed him by the throat!

"You..." The Demon Lord's eyes bulged as he struggled desperately.

"Heaven Devouring Demonic Art."

Shen Fei coldly spat out the words.

Boom!

A black hole erupted in his palm!

The vast early Soul Formation origin source within the Demon Lord's body rushed madly into Shen Fei's body like a bursting river.

"Ah!!!"

The Demon Lord let out a bloodcurdling scream, his body shriveling up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Save me! Save me quickly!" He pleaded for help from his companions around him.

"How dare you, brat!"

Seeing this, two righteous path elders nearby immediately brandished their magical treasures, attacking Shen Fei from the left and right in a pincer movement.

Shen Fei did not let go.

Holding the Demon Lord, who was currently being sucked dry, with one hand, he spun around abruptly.

His left leg swept out like a battle axe!

Bang! Bang!

Two muffled thuds rang out.

The Dharma treasures of two righteous path elders were kicked to pieces. The terrifying physical strength penetrated the shattered treasures and smashed heavily into their chests.

The two of them spewed blood wildly and flew backward.

Meanwhile, the Demon Lord in Shen Fei's hand had completely stopped struggling.

Reduced to a mummified corpse, he was casually tossed aside by Shen Fei.

A mighty Soul Formation stage expert.

Fallen!

The entire process took less than three seconds.

The remaining ten Soul Formation stage old monsters were thoroughly terrified.

They finally understood that what they were facing was not a prey they could hunt.

Instead, it was an apex predator who treated them as blood food to be slaughtered at will.

Scatter! Do not engage him in close combat!

Patriarch Taixuan shouted hoarsely.

He had seen through the characteristics of Shen Fei's cultivation method: as long as one was caught at close range, their origin essence would be forcibly sucked dry.

The remaining ten people quickly pulled away, attempting to wear him down with long-range spells.

But how could Shen Fei give them the space to maneuver?

He stood in mid-air.

Looking at the prey fleeing in all directions.

A cruel smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

In my territory...

Shen Fei slammed his hands together.

Do you really think you can escape?

As his voice fell.

The massive reverse trapping and killing array below flared with brilliant blood-red light!

The space within the array began to shrink rapidly.

The ten Soul Formation old monsters were horrified to discover that the space around them had turned into a viscous swamp, drastically restricting their movement speed.

Shen Fei, however, was like a fish in water in this blood-colored space.

He transformed into a black afterimage of the Grim Reaper.

And dashed toward his next target.

The massacre had officially begun.