You Are Surrounded by Me 02

The ruins of an abandoned ancient battlefield.

A blood-red confinement and slaughter array, like a constantly tightening cage, securely locked ten Soul Formation realm old monsters within it.

The space became viscous and heavy.

Every movement required the consumption of a massive amount of spiritual energy.

But Shen Fei.

In this blood-red space dominated by him, he was like a frenzied shark cruising through the deep sea.

Squelch!

Shen Fei's figure appeared without any warning behind a Righteous path elder.

He didn't use any magical artifacts.

His right hand, with fingers like knives, pierced directly through the elder's chest from behind and crushed his heart in one grip.

Urgh...

The elder's eyes widened. He looked down at the blood-stained hand protruding from his chest, his eyes full of disbelief.

Number two.

Shen Fei's cold voice rang in his ears.

Heavenly Demon Devour, instantly activated.

The origin power of the early Soul Formation realm surged madly into Shen Fei's arm. Within seconds, the elder's body shriveled into a skin-and-bones mummy, which Shen Fei casually tossed to the ground like a piece of trash.

Elder Li!

Several Righteous path mighty figures not far away glared until their eyes nearly split, but they simply had no time to rescue him.

Shen Fei's speed was too fast, so fast that even the divine sense of a Soul Formation cultivator couldn't lock onto him.

Don't fight individually! Form an array!

Patriarch Taixuan, holding a dragon-headed walking stick, his beard and hair bristling, roared until his voice grew hoarse.

He finally realized that splitting up would only allow Shen Fei to defeat them one by one. This demon's physical body and speed were simply an unsolvable existence in close combat.

The remaining nine Soul Formation old monsters quickly gathered together, forming a back-to-back defensive formation.

Various magical treasures hovered above their heads, forming a thick, composite spiritual energy shield.

Shen Fei stopped his slaughtering steps.

He hovered in mid-air, looking at the nine people cowering in the shield below.

His black trench coat fluttered wildly in the blood-red light of the array.

He wasn't in a hurry to rush up and break the array.

Instead, he calmly stretched his blood-stained right hand.

Forming an array?

Shen Fei looked at them, his eyes revealing a condescending mockery.

Have you guys misunderstood something?

I set up this confinement array not to prevent you from escaping.

Shen Fei slowly raised his hands.

Inside his body, the Heavenly Demon spiritual energy, having just absorbed the origin power of two Soul Formation cultivators, erupted like boiling magma!

But rather.

To lock all of your origin power right here.

So that not a single drop goes to waste.

Boom!

Shen Fei slammed his hands downward.

The blood-red light of the entire confinement and slaughter array instantly surged!

The operational logic of the array underwent a fundamental change at this moment. It was no longer a simple imprisonment, but transformed into a massive grinding stone, beginning to crazily compress and wear down the spiritual energy shield of the nine Soul Formation cultivators inside.

He is draining us!

A Demon Venerable turned deathly pale; he could feel his spiritual energy draining away at a terrifying speed.

We can't just sit here and wait for death! Let's risk it all against him!

Patriarch Taixuan bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of lifeblood onto his dragon-headed walking stick.

Taixuan Demon-Slaying Seal!

He fiercely hurled the walking stick at Shen Fei in mid-air.

The walking stick instantly transformed into a massive golden seal in the air, carrying a world-destroying pressure as it ruthlessly smashed toward the top of Shen Fei's head.

The other eight Soul Formation cultivators also unleashed their ultimate trump cards.

The full-powered strikes of nine Soul Formation cultivators converged into an energy torrent capable of tearing through space, surging upwards!

This was their final counterattack.

Facing this energy torrent.

Shen Fei did not dodge.

Not only did he not dodge, but he also charged right into the torrent, diving straight down!

Heavenly Demon Body.

Shen Fei shouted lowly in his heart.

He didn't use any defensive spells. Relying entirely on the terrifying physical body of his SSS-rank Heavenly Demon Body, he forcefully crashed into that energy torrent!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A dense series of explosions blasted against Shen Fei's body.

Those attacks, capable of leveling mountains and rivers, could only leave shallow white marks when striking Shen Fei's body; they couldn't even break his skin.

Shen Fei was like a black meteorite, brutally penetrating all the attacks.

And smashed directly onto the defensive shield formed by the nine Soul Formation cultivators!

Crack!

A crisp sound of shattering.

The shield set up by the combined efforts of the nine Soul Formation cultivators instantly filled with cracks under the unreasonable physical impact of Shen Fei.

How is this possible?!

Patriarch Taixuan widened his eyes in horror.

He had lived for over a thousand years and had never seen such a terrifying physical body! This was simply not a power a human could possess!

Break.

Shen Fei coldly spat out a single word.

He clenched his right fist tightly and ruthlessly smashed it onto the crack of the shield.

Boom!

The shield shattered explosively!

The violent shockwave sent the nine Soul Formation old monsters flying back in all directions.

The formation instantly disintegrated.

Shen Fei didn't give them any chance to catch their breath.

He turned into a bolt of black lightning, rushing straight toward the Demon Venerable closest to him.

No!

The Demon Venerable screamed in terror, wanting to summon a magical treasure to resist.

But Shen Fei's hand had already firmly clamped down on the crown of his head.

Number three.

The Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art circulated.

The Demon Venerable's miserable scream came to an abrupt end as he was reduced to a shriveled corpse.

What followed.

Was a completely suspense-free, one-sided massacre.

Under the suppression of the confinement and slaughter array, the Soul Formation old monsters, having lost the protection of their formation, were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of Shen Fei.

Number four.

Number five.

Number six...

Shen Fei's voice echoed above the ruins like the Grim Reaper's countdown.

Every time it sounded, a Soul Formation mighty figure would fall and turn into a shriveled corpse.

Half an hour later.

The originally arrogant alliance of Righteous and Demonic paths was left with only three people.

Patriarch Taixuan, and two Righteous path elders who had long been frightened out of their wits.

Looking at the shriveled corpses littering the ground, the psychological defenses of those two Righteous path elders completely collapsed.

They dropped to their knees with a thud, throwing away the magical treasures in their hands.

Demon Venerable, spare our lives! We are willing to surrender! We are willing to serve you as our master!

They didn't want to die.

Having cultivated to the Soul Formation realm and possessing a lifespan of a thousand years, who would be willing to turn into a shriveled corpse just like that?

Shen Fei stopped his steps.

He looked at the two kneeling on the ground.

He didn't speak.

He merely waved his hand casually.

Two streams of dark golden Heavenly Demon spiritual energy shot out and sank directly into the space between their eyebrows.

He didn't kill them, but rather planted a Life and Death Seal in them.

Keeping them alive would still be useful.

Finally.

Shen Fei's gaze fell upon Patriarch Taixuan.

This formerly aloof and supreme ruler of the Outer Domain, whose single word could decide the life and death of a region.

At this moment, his hair was disheveled and he was covered in blood.

He looked at Shen Fei, his eyes holding no pleas for mercy, only a deep sense of fear and despair.

You... what kind of monster are you...

Patriarch Taixuan's voice was hoarse.

His peak Soul Formation cultivation, which he had always been so proud of, seemed incredibly ridiculous in front of this man.

A monster?

Shen Fei walked toward Patriarch Taixuan step by step.

I am just a man who has come to take back what belongs to him.

Shen Fei stopped in front of Patriarch Taixuan.

Your disciple, Li Miaoyuan, owes me a life in the Mortal Realm.

Today, as his master, you will pay it back for him.

Patriarch Taixuan let out a tragic laugh.

He knew that today, he would undoubtedly die.

He bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, frantically compressing all the remaining spiritual energy in his body into his dantian.

"Even if I die! I will drag you down with me!"

Patriarch Taixuan was trying to detonate his primordial spirit!

The self-detonation of a peak Soul Formation cultivator was powerful enough to level everything within a hundred miles to the ground.

But.

How could Shen Fei give him that chance?

"Too slow."

Shen Fei's eyes were ice-cold.

His hands shot out like lightning.

One on the left, one on the right, he grabbed Patriarch Taixuan's arms in a death grip.

"You..." Patriarch Taixuan was horrified. He tried to break free, only to find that his arms were clamped down as if welded by iron tongs, unable to move an inch.

Shen Fei did not use his Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art.

He looked at Patriarch Taixuan's terrified face.

And violently exerted force outward with both arms!

The terrifying physical strength of his SSS-grade Heavenly Demon Physique poured out unreservedly at this moment!

"Riiiip—!!!"

A blood-curdling sound of tearing flesh rang out.

Under the horrified gazes of the two orthodox elders kneeling on the ground.

Patriarch Taixuan.

This peerless powerhouse at the peak of the Soul Formation stage.

Was torn into two halves.

By Shen Fei.

Barehanded.

Brutally!

A rain of blood mixed with chunks of internal organs poured down over the ruins of the ancient battlefield.

Patriarch Taixuan's primordial spirit didn't even have time to escape before it shattered on the spot under this terrifying tearing force.

Shen Fei casually tossed the two mangled halves of the corpse onto the ground.

He stood in the rain of blood.

His black trench coat had already been dyed a dark red.

He closed his eyes.

Feeling the incredibly violent Heavenly Demon spiritual energy within his body—a result of continuously devouring the origin sources of eight Soul Formation cultivators.

This power was frantically crashing against the bottleneck of the mid-Soul Formation stage.

He was only a hair's breadth away from a breakthrough, missing just that final trace of a catalyst.

Shen Fei slowly opened his eyes.

He didn't even glance at the two trembling surrendered elders on the ground.

He raised his head.

And looked at the sky above the ruins.

The sky, which had originally been shattered by the battle, was now undergoing a bizarre transformation.

It wasn't a tribulation cloud.

Instead, it was a golden light carrying some kind of grand, majestic will.

It was shining straight down from the highest point of the upper realm.

The landing point.

It was on the plains just three miles away from the ancient battlefield.

Shen Fei looked at that golden light.

His gaze instantly became profoundly deep.

He knew what it was.

"The main course is here."