Chapter 782: Only One Hand Covers the Sky

Caught alive!

At this moment, Yan Luo’s feelings were imaginable; he truly wished for heaven-defying power to obliterate the young man before him! However, reality was cruel. He had been captured by the opponent, confined within the Soul Bell. Several attempts to break free had caused his soul to churn and nearly disintegrate, yet he remained trapped.

At the same time, his spirit body was dissolving, and his mental energy was rapidly draining away.

The unique art he had coveted was now being used against him.

How could this be? he roared inwardly, filled with rage and immense panic. Would he ever be well again in this person’s hands?

From the beginning until now, he had repeatedly targeted Wu Huilun. Yet, in the end, he was the one captured alive. He dared not imagine how tragic his fate would be.

Earlier, he had constantly plotted, thinking that once Wu Huilun was caught, he would slowly torment him, making the young brat regret ever coming into this world, suffering every moment.

But ultimately, he became a prisoner, and it happened so suddenly.

“Wu Huilun!” Yan Luo, the strongest successor of the Corpse Race, had soul-light flickering in his eyes. He was truly terrified; he didn’t want to die, but what could he do now?

Chu Feng smiled, slowing down the unique art. He was quite satisfied with this outcome, capturing his hateful enemy and looking down upon him, feeling refreshed.

Yan Luo clenched his fists, feeling immense agony. Wu Huilun was clearly supposed to die, hunted by everyone, so how had he turned the tables in an instant?

He truly wanted to vomit blood at this result; it was utterly unacceptable.

Not just him, but the other cultivators facing the tribulation were also internally collapsing. This feeling of falling from heaven to hell was terrifying.

“Yan Luo, you repeatedly tried to kill me. You clearly knew Luo Shirong colluded with the people of this world, yet you kept slandering me. Tell me, what promise did Luo Shirong give you, and what benefits did he offer?”

Chu Feng questioned him, wanting to know what Luo Shirong and Yan Luo would ultimately gain from that army of evolutionaries. He was considering whether he could impersonate them to claim those benefits.

If Luo Shirong knew in the afterlife that he was being used even after death, he would probably tear open his coffin lid and crawl out to fight.

Yan Luo was very uncooperative, with glints of malice and hatred deep in his eyes. He tried to hide it, remaining silent.

However, Chu Feng had no time to waste with him. Every minute brought gains, every minute was enjoyable; he couldn't waste time. More and more light rain was flying up; this was a true feast.

The Soul Bell vibrated, drawing in large swaths of light rain. At the same time, Chu Feng also vibrated the bell, striking Yan Luo once more!

“Ah…” Yan Luo shrieked. What was left of his already half-shattered body now largely exploded again, turning into light rain.

Then, he saw Wu Huilun’s pure, youthful face, revealing a sun-like smile as he activated his unique art, refining Yan Luo’s vibrant soul-light.

“Demon! Wu Huilun, you are a great devil!” His soul-light was being refined, his very being dissolving. Anyone in this situation would collapse.

Because this was mental energy, containing a person’s final life imprint. To be refined in this manner meant he was about to completely vanish from this world.

He was being erased, on the verge of total annihilation of body and spirit.

“If you don’t cooperate, I’ll just have to personally stew you over a low flame,” Chu Feng said calmly.

Ouyang Feng always enjoyed provoking people, not only with his spitting sarcasm but also with his skilled mental attacks. He sneered, “How arrogant this ghoul was just now, threatening to annihilate us. And now? Like a cowering grandson, he’s reduced to a prisoner. Pitiful, truly laughable.”

Hearing this, Yan Luo’s vision went dark, and he opened his mouth to spit “soul blood”—pure, original mental energy. He was on the verge of collapsing on his own, without Chu Feng even needing to use the Soul Bell to shatter him.

At this moment, he was enraged beyond measure by this Hegemonic Divine Body, which had a bird’s beak and a black tortoise shell on its back. His soul was severely wounded, and his entire body trembled.

“See, this cowering grandson is trembling with fear,” Ouyang Feng remarked, gesturing to Chu Feng while simultaneously activating his unique art to absorb divine particles.

“Ouye, son of Jun Tuo, you go too far!” Yan Luo coughed blood and roared furiously!

Ouyang Feng: “#$%^...”

His face instantly darkened. He had been comfortably lecturing someone, but being called “son of Jun Tuo” immediately made him feel as if he had swallowed a dead rat. His expression became so grim that one might suspect a massive downpour was imminent.

Smash! Bang!

Ouyang the Toad rushed over and gave Yan Luo, whose body was already mutilated, a savage beating. He felt that simply killing him wouldn’t be enough to appease the resentment in his heart.

“Roar! Ow…”

At this moment, Yan Luo was utterly broken. What was his status? How profound was his cultivation? Yet, he was crippled by blood-red lightning and fell into the hands of this black swan carrying a tortoise shell. It was utterly undignified; he was being kicked around like a ball, his fragmented body on the verge of exploding.

Below, the group from the Great Dream Pure Land was petrified, as this turn of events was too sudden.

Further away, the hundreds of evolutionaries who had previously left the battlefield also stood rigid, staring at the scene in shock. It was too bizarre and terrifying.

Wu Huilun was clearly on the verge of death, yet in an instant, the stars shifted, the world changed, and victory was reversed, leading to an earth-shattering turn of events.

What did they see? Daozi Jin Lin was exploding, a supremely powerful and gifted individual, hailed as one of the top young evolutionaries in the cosmos, actually shattered by lightning.

If not for the substitute death charm he carried, he would have been utterly annihilated, body and spirit.

Ying Zhe Xian had lost an arm. Even though she was very powerful, stronger than her brother Ying Wudi, and no weaker than Daozi Jin Lin, she couldn’t withstand the blood-red lightning.

And then there was Shi Hong, who possessed the purest Buddhist bloodline, flowing with Buddha’s blood, his soul’s yang energy surging like a golden blazing sun, stifling others with its pressure. His strength was unfathomable, yet he was now scrambling to escape, having also exploded once, with a substitute death charm dying in his stead.

This battlefield was truly too terrifying. In just a short while, dozens of people had been struck by the lightning flying from the blood-red mountain peaks, instantly exploding.

No one could withstand this level of energy. Even a silver Tyrannosaurus Rex at the Golden Body perfected stage would be severely wounded if struck, let alone these individuals.

In the sky, Chu Feng glowed all over, enveloped by divine particles. The Soul Bell was filled with mental energy, the purest divine light rain.

His entire body felt warm, nourished by the most beneficial substances. The injuries he sustained in battle were all healed. Not long ago, he had been hunted and attacked by a group of top-tier figures, nearly dying several times.

Now, his mental energy was increasing, his spirit body was solidifying, and his yang energy was robust. He was growing stronger every moment!

This was an unimaginable feast; Chu Feng’s spirit body became increasingly dazzling.

If this continued, his strength would skyrocket, and his soul-light would undergo a complete transformation!

He now felt it was somewhat wasteful, as clusters of light rain flew in from all directions, much faster than they could refine them.

There was too much divine substance within the Soul Bell; the light rain was so dense it was almost overflowing. Some clusters of light rain even directly rushed into the vortex, returning to their original cosmos.

Those people were fortunate!

“Clang!”

The Soul Bell vibrated, and Yan Luo shrieked. He was completely shattered, leaving only a tiny cluster of spiritual light, because Chu Feng didn’t want to waste the space inside the Soul Bell and wanted to quickly eliminate him.

Yan Luo shrieked in terror, “No, don’t! I’ll tell you everything! Luo Shirong promised me a unique art… please don’t kill me!”

At this critical juncture, he was terrified. Dying this way meant complete annihilation, with no possibility of resurrection in his original cosmos. This was true death.

However, Chu Feng ignored him, fully activating his unique art, making Yan Luo howl like a trapped beast. In this final moment before death, he experienced the most terrifying thing of his life.

Yan Luo understood what despair felt like. His mind was shattered, filled with panic, yet he was powerless to change anything.

A brilliant shower of light rained down, and a vast amount of divine particles were absorbed by Chu Feng. His spirit body surged, while Yan Luo completely vanished.

“I feel my soul power has more than doubled!” Ouyang Feng’s voice trembled. What an astonishing fortune this was; such a gain made his blood boil.

Chu Feng’s gains were even greater. His soul-light was resplendent, like a deity standing in the sky, surrounded by vast clusters of light rain. His mental energy had long surpassed the Cloud-Eating Realm.

Even though activating the unique art was very wasteful, with less than ten percent of the divine particles ultimately absorbed, the sheer quantity and number of victims made up for it.

Dozens of individuals harvested—this was truly an astounding fortune!

At this moment, someone on the battlefield was about to break free: Daozi Jin Lin. His substitute death charms had shattered twice, and he finally managed to escape the range covered by the blood-red lightning.

The next moment, Chu Feng moved, and Ouyang Feng followed him, diving down to intercept Daozi Jin Lin, unwilling to give him any chance.

“Daozi Jin Lin, come! I want to spar with you over the Nine-Character True Mantra of the Dao Race. Please, this way!” Chu Feng said with a smile.

With a *boom*, Chu Feng arrived, wielding the Soul Bell without reservation, directly unleashing sound waves to attack. Under normal circumstances, Jin Lin would naturally not hesitate; he would simply engage in battle!

But now, even with his substitute death charms, he had still been struck by the blood-red lightning during his escape, causing parts of his body to explode and significant loss of soul power.

In fact, he had lost a portion of his soul body.

At this point, the Soul Bell glowed, vibrating with incredibly potent mental energy. This was mainly because Chu Feng’s strength had skyrocketed, his own power multiplying, making him far more formidable than before.

Jin Lin turned and fled, quickly dodging. However, the bell waves were like ripples, radiating outwards, making them unavoidable. Even when he used his own soul artifact to block, he was still severely impacted.

He spat out a mouthful of soul blood—pure mental energy—and was sent flying. His soul artifact trembled and roared.

“Boundless Revered Celestial, Daozi Jin Lin, come, come, come, let’s spar again!” As Chu Feng spoke, he violently vibrated the Soul Bell, unleashing eighteen bell waves in one go.

This sight was terrifying. The vibrant soul-light, propelled by the bell waves, seemed capable of slaying gods and buddhas alike!

Daozi Jin Lin’s soul artifact cracked from the vibrations. A ripple surged forth, causing his right arm to explode. This level of attack made his face change drastically.

Chu Feng’s soul power was now immensely powerful, beyond compare. How could someone like Daozi Jin Lin, who had been severely injured by the blood-red lightning, possibly withstand it?

Jin Lin was decisive. Without hesitation, he rushed towards the vicinity of the blood-red lightning, directly avoiding Wu Huilun’s sharp attacks.

“Hey, little Daoist priest, don’t run! Your grandpa Ouye is here too, wants to get friendly with you!” Ouyang Feng yelled from behind.

At this moment, Ying Zhe Xian suddenly broke through and abruptly rushed out. Her substitute death charms had also exploded twice. In fact, she had escaped danger even earlier than Jin Lin but hadn’t immediately rushed out. Now, seizing the opportunity while Chu Feng was distracted with Jin Lin, she decisively broke through.

However, Chu Feng suddenly turned, instantly pursued, cut off her path, vibrated the Soul Bell, and directly blasted her.

Everyone’s expressions changed. Wu Huilun was on a path to annihilate everyone, not wanting to let anyone escape. Even the powerful Jin Lin was intercepted, and now Ying Zhe Xian was also blocked. Was he trying to single-handedly dominate and suppress all the geniuses?

“The Righteous King of Reincarnation is here!” Chu Feng shouted with a laugh.