Chapter 463: Huangshan Battle

The five-colored warship crashed onto a desolate island, belching thick smoke. It had been hit by laser attacks, with several parts of its hull almost pierced through and many of its secret-gold plates blown open.

Chu Feng's mouth was full of blood foam; he was severely injured. Not long ago, a mechanical being had successfully boarded the five-colored warship. Its gleaming long blade had danced, unleashing rolling blade energy that almost claimed his life.

If not for some functional weapons on the ship, a timely energy beam would have been fired, causing the mechanical master to explode, saving Chu Feng from peril.

After all, that mechanical being was at the Grand Perfection of the Freedom Realm, nearly stepping into the Contemplation Realm. If it had gotten close, Chu Feng would have undoubtedly died, as the difference between them was vast.

He gasped for air. The five-colored warship was an antique-grade flying vessel, its weapon system long problematic. Apart from a few functional parts, the rest were paralyzed.

Unidentifiable fluctuations emanated from the void. Densely packed warships reappeared, a cold forest of steel radiating a faint red light, indicating protection by saint blood.

"Set sail!" Chu Feng spat out a mouthful of murky blood, his gaze like lightning. He coldly instructed Li Lin to navigate the five-colored warship and perform a spatial jump.

Saintess Li Lin's pupils constricted. She felt a surge of killing intent, knowing that if she disobeyed, the magnetic needle within her would explode, tearing her into pieces.

She took a deep breath and, following Chu Feng's orders, piloted the warship away from the location.

Behind them, densely packed warships followed without hesitation, heading towards the next destination, showing no fear of his escape.

There was no need for a Saint to pinpoint Chu Feng's location; Jun Tuo's Dao Child, holding a treasured mirror, was enough to clearly reflect his whereabouts.

Chu Feng faced his greatest crisis; there was no escaping. Wherever he appeared, he would be caught up with in a very short time.

Reaching another sea area, Chu Feng leaned against the ship's deck. The wound on his abdomen was horrifying, bloody, with his intestines nearly spilling out. An unknown energy prevented the wound from healing.

This was a setback he had never experienced before, constantly pursued, narrowly escaping death multiple times.

Furthermore, there was a blood-gaping hole in his chest, pierced straight through by the "Purple Qi from the East Finger" technique of a Xilin Army descendant, which was even more terrifying and destroyed his vitality.

Additionally, a deep wound on his neck almost resulted in decapitation!

His back was a bloody mess, having been struck by waves of blade energy that nearly dismembered him, injuring his spine.

The silver armor he obtained from Yang Xuan's Saintess cousin had been torn apart; without it, he would have been killed!

Chu Feng exhaled a murky breath from his mouth and nose, causing the air to crackle, more frightening than his usual sword energy.

Next, Chu Feng took a deep breath, employing the Grand Thunderclap Breathing Technique. All his pores opened, exchanging energy factors with the outside world to repair his severely injured body.

In an instant, his body crackled like thunder from the nine heavens, constantly resounding. His entire body glowed golden as he forcefully expelled the special energy from his chest and abdomen.

"This... what kind of breathing technique is this? It's a bit like the Buddhist Golden Body Breathing Technique!" The silver turtle was startled, realizing that Chu Feng must possess an extraordinary breathing technique.

Chu Feng glanced at it, walked over, and directly extracted essence blood from its cracked back. He refined it, and instantly, a blood mist evaporated, leaving a few drops of crystalline liquid in his jade pot.

"Ah..." The silver turtle shrieked in agony.

Chu Feng ignored it and poured a few drops of Star Core Turtle true blood into his mouth. This species was originally a sub-divine beast, and a few drops of its refined true blood naturally contained vigorous vitality.

If he had a choice, Chu Feng would genuinely not want to do this, truly "eating raw meat and drinking blood," but it provided immense benefits to his body at the moment.

He then sat cross-legged and began to circulate the breathing technique taught to him by the Yellow Ox. Instantly, he was enveloped in a cloud of white mist, his form becoming indistinct, as blood energy surged within him.

At the same time, his heart glowed like a vibrant red sun, radiating rich vitality that nourished his entire body.

When he unlocked his heart's shackles, he gained astonishing recovery abilities. Now, after expelling those two special energies, this regenerative power was remarkably evident.

His wounds healed, and blood energy surged from the top of his head. As the breathing technique progressed, Chu Feng recovered to his peak state!

Many on the Primal Beast Platform were astonished. When Chu Feng utilized the two supreme breathing techniques, he became hazy and unrenderable.

"His breathing technique is a bit strange!" the commentator exclaimed, showing surprise.

A renowned master commented, "If the Primal Beast Platform cannot even capture the visuals, then that breathing technique is likely among the top ten thousand in the starry sky."

While this ranking might seem low, there are countless cosmic races, with life-bearing planets spread across various galaxies and hundreds of thousands of powerful species.

Being within the top ten thousand means it's more formidable than the strongest breathing technique of many races!

In an instant, the Primal Beast Platform became agitated.

Unfortunately, neither the Primal Beast Platform nor the three Saints outside Earth could experience it up close or comprehend the essence of that breathing technique.

Otherwise, if its true rank were discovered, major trouble would ensue!

Even so, many people exclaimed, never expecting a young man on a declining planet in the cosmic wilderness to possess a top-tier breathing technique.

Many wished they could immediately set off to seek this breathing technique.

Even though Chu Feng was currently very popular and had gained significant favor, many were still envious.

Of course, ninety percent of them eventually just sighed and shook their heads, realizing the journey was too far and that they might not obtain it even if they went, likely dying there instead.

If people knew that Chu Feng possessed a supreme breathing technique, the starry sky would undoubtedly be shaken!

Chu Feng had fled to the South Sea. The five-colored warship was increasingly battered, but this was due to the enemies' reservations, as Jun Tuo's descendant and Saintess Li Lin were on board. Otherwise, the consequences would have been far worse.

The East Sea was inaccessible; warships densely filled the sky, blockading that area, fearing Chu Feng might enter the Indestructible Mountain.

The Mechanical Race had realized that there was a strange place in the East Sea that consumed saint blood, so they prevented Chu Feng from entering, making his situation even more precarious.

At this moment, the entire world trembled as a large fleet of warships descended from beyond, intending to kill Chu Feng. The true lineage of Penglai Immortal Island also emerged, seeking to kill him, sending shockwaves across all regions.

"Chu Feng is in danger!"

"Demon King, hold on!"

"Boss Chu, you must survive!"

Different people expressed various exclamations. In a single day, the world underwent drastic changes; the powerful Demon King Chu was on the verge of death, targeted by extraterrestrial Saints who sent down vast armies to pursue him.

Within the folded space, many evolvers also became agitated, with Divine Sons and Saintesses directing their followers to join the pursuit!

The whole world sought to kill Chu!

This had almost become a consensus. The most powerful individuals were in action, aiming to slay Chu Feng. It was like a mountain collapse and a tsunamic surge, crashing down and threatening to suffocate the entire world.

Many native beings were indignant, but what could they do? They couldn't resist at all; they couldn't even help Chu Feng, as the gap between them and the invaders was simply too vast.

"I can't go to the East Sea True Dragon Nest!"

Chu Feng frowned. Warships had blockaded the sea, prohibiting him from entering that area, making it impossible to use the formations there.

Finally, he fled to land, preparing to venture deep into the famous mountains to see if he could use their formations to set up a killing ground and fight off some of his pursuers.

The warship was severely hit again, nearly disintegrating and quite damaged. Chu Feng tasted blood in his mouth, suffered another heavy blow, and spat out more blood.

At this point, even the silver turtle and Li Lin were heavily injured, struck by residual energy waves and collapsing onto the ship.

"You turtle's grandson, you're truly ruthless!" Chu Feng looked up at the sky and cursed Jun Tuo, the ancient Saint who had issued a death order, stating not to concern themselves with his descendants.

Even Sword Saint Duanmu's face was grim, but he remained silent. Although he had come to rescue Li Lin, Saints were never threatened, and he had tacitly agreed.

Chu Feng finally escaped to land, performed a spatial leap, and eventually reached Mount Huang. He decisively disembarked, knocked out both Li Lin and the silver turtle, threw them into a spatial bottle, and imprisoned them.

Even the battered five-colored warship shrunk to a foot in length and was put away by him.

The most severe threats now still came from the Mechanical Race and the Xilin Army descendants; the legitimate forces of Penglai and the followers of the Star Road's Divine Sons and Saintesses were not yet in sight.

*Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!*

Chu Feng chose a suitable terrain and inserted the four Dragon-Locking Stakes into the mountain. The sea was completely unsuitable; formations were best arranged within famous mountains.

In an instant, the atmosphere here completely changed. The mountain peak that once bore golden fire dates now shimmered with golden light, as the underground Solar Fire Essence diffused.

Chu Feng quickly set up the formation, continuously carving magnets and placing them in the area.

He primarily used the Dragon-Locking Stakes, augmenting them with other formations to create a complex array.

Finally, some warships arrived and charged straight in. However, in an instant, some vessels began to wobble, then crashed head-on into distant mountain peaks.

They had become disoriented, violently interfered with by the terrifying magnetic field generated by the Dragon-Locking Stakes, and exploded against the distant mountain.

Chu Feng, hidden, watched closely!

At this moment, the Dao Child outside Earth frowned. Mount Huang contained an ancient large-scale formation, now partially activated by Chu Feng, interfering with the treasured mirror's exploration.

Now, the treasured mirror could no longer fully pinpoint Chu Feng.

*Buzz, buzz, buzz!*

The void roared as fleets of warships soared across the sky, their energy beams intertwining. They collectively bombarded the formation zone with a carpet bombing, aiming to obliterate Chu Feng.

"Mechanical Race, do you wish to die?!" Outside Earth, Yin Jiuque reprimanded, "You rely too much on technological weapons! How dare you disregard the famous mountains on this planet?!"

Indeed, a dire outcome occurred. The Mechanical Race's fierce attack was powerful enough to devastate a region of land. By their understanding, the entire Mount Huang should have been annihilated and vanished.

However, formation runes now surged upwards, especially in the area Chu Feng had arranged. Solar Fire Essence erupted like an ocean, sweeping towards the sky.

"Ah..."

Screams echoed as a quarter of the warship fleet was devoured, submerged by the Solar Fire Essence. The metal warships turned into liquid, then evaporated into gas, resulting in widespread destruction.

Chu Feng was startled; he hadn't expected the Mechanical Race to be so reckless. With such an attack, his deployed formations hadn't even fully activated, yet Mount Huang itself had erupted first.

"Formation deduction!"

On a main battleship, a Mechanical Race leader gave orders to scan and deduce using their so-called "black technology."

At this moment, Chu Feng's hair stood on end. He put away the four Dragon-Locking Stakes and quickly moved, his instincts kicking in.

The Mechanical Race had prepared for many years to enter Earth and had collected numerous formation models. Now, with the aid of light computers for deduction, the effect was excellent.

They couldn't decipher or analyze Mount Huang's large-scale formations, but within the currently activated formation range, there were large areas where safe paths could be found.

Chu Feng encountered a crisis. The next moment, *whoosh, whoosh, whoosh*... thousands of metal bodies leaped from the sky, charging towards him.

The warships dared not go deep, as some areas had terrifying formations and ridiculously strong magnetic fields. Even if safe paths were known, they were only safe for biological entities.

Warships contained various instruments and control systems, and entering those zones would be fatal for them.

"Where can you run?!" a Mechanical Race member roared.

They were unique lifeforms, born and evolved when the pollen from a strange ancient tree fell onto metal.

"Heh, truly each generation is worse than the last. Up until now, the Mother Star is indeed failing; there's no hope." Nearly a hundred descendants of the Xilin Army appeared in this area. Most were protected by saint blood, with only four or five lacking the bloody aura around them, signifying they had successfully crossed the realm.

Chu Feng had already interrogated Li Lin and the silver turtle, learning about the Mechanical Race and the Xilin Army's situation.

He felt indifferent towards the former but held extreme animosity towards the latter.

The Xilin Army, once one of the strongest legions on this planet, had betrayed at a crucial moment, defecting to extraterrestrial forces. They had then turned around to suppress their own people, their hands stained with blood. In a sense, they were even more despicable than the Starry Sky Knights.

Blade energy surged, almost splitting Chu Feng's back open. His flesh was torn and twisted, revealing bone.

This was just a graze from the blade energy; if he had been directly struck, he would have been cleaved in two.

Dozens of Mechanical Race members closed in. Some were entirely like black gold, others shiny white all over, and some glowed green—they were different types of metal beings.

Most of them wielded war blades as weapons!

"Still running, are we?" many Xilin Army descendants also closed in, their leader sneering coldly.

*Boom! Boom! Boom!*

Chu Feng activated the formation. The warship fleet couldn't enter, which was good news for him. He once again began to employ his formation techniques, aiming to annihilate these individuals.

However, he soon felt overwhelmed. There were too many people; if not a thousand, then at least eight hundred Mechanical Race members quickly arrived here.

At this point, one to two hundred Xilin Army descendants had also appeared and were rapidly gathering.

In an instant, a flurry of blade light, sword energy, and other attacks threatened to engulf the entire area.

Some formation zones were directly triggered to prematurely erupt by this group.

Chu Feng turned and fled. There were too many people, and they were too dispersed to all be caught in the formation. If he dared to linger, he would surely die.

Screams came from behind him; some Mechanical Race masters disintegrated, and some Xilin Army descendants were strangled by formation symbols, their bodies strewn on the ground.

A Xilin Army descendant said coldly, "Bastard, your pure-blood ancestors have already been wiped out. How dare you dream of overturning the heavens? In terms of bloodline purity, we in this lineage are purer than you mixed-blood descendants! Our return to the Mother Star this time is to reclaim everything that was left behind!"

"The Xilin Clan has returned!" a leader roared.

Xilin was originally the name of that legion. After reaching other planets, they adopted Xilin as their clan name.

Chu Feng turned his head, spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, and retorted, "You people are the true bastards! You betrayed this place, and now you have the nerve to return? What 'Mother Star' are you talking about? Go to hell! You acted as a puppet army, attacking your own people back then, colder-blooded than those executioners. And now you have the audacity to talk about pure bloodlines? I will annihilate everyone in your clan, sooner or later!"

Chu Feng made a desperate escape, traversing through Mount Huang.

Behind him, Mechanical and Xilin clan members continuously fell, blocked by the formations. Some died, some were severely injured, but even more continued the pursuit, as there were truly too many of them.

*Pfft, pfft, pfft...*

Chu Feng's body instantly sustained over a dozen clear-through blood holes, pierced by a powerful Xilin clan master from behind.

"How about it? Still the Purple Qi from the East Finger," a Xilin clan leader sneered. This was the same young individual who had first successfully crossed the realm and previously pierced Chu Feng's body with a single finger in the East Sea. He smirked coldly and added, "As a good citizen, a fine descendant of the Mother Star, you haven't even learned this essential finger technique? How dare you speak to me about being a descendant of the Mother Star? Ridiculous!"

Chu Feng stumbled, activated another formation, ducked inside, and then continued to flee.

He was furious. Time was not on his side; he had been on the path of evolution for too short a period. He craved higher levels of power. If he survived this battle, he vowed to evolve frantically, seeking every possible opportunity on Earth.

"Damn this kasaya, it's so unreliable!" Chu Feng had wanted to use this secret treasure to kill some enemies, believing it wouldn't be a loss even if he died, but its cooldown period was too long.

"Hmm?!" Just as Chu Feng cursed, the kasaya clutched in his hand finally glowed, responding to his activation.

Earlier, he hadn't dared to wear it, fearing that the attacks might destroy this secret treasure if the formation wasn't resurrected.

Chu Feng donned the kasaya, and immediately crimson light erupted. Despite his back nearly being split open by a long blade and having over a dozen blood holes piercing him front to back, he still smiled, abruptly turning around.

"Xilin bastards, first pay me some interest!" he roared, immediately turning back to kill.