Chapter 301: Volume-3 Chapter-3!
As Lin Feng restored the defensive array while suffering through the onslaught of simultaneous attacks from the Blood Demon Lord and the Tian Jian Tribe's patriarch, two more cultivators joined the attacking team.
They were the Baihu Tribe Patriarch and Zhuji Zetian, along with her enslaved emperor realm beast—the human-faced spider.
The human-faced spider had the upper body of a female human, with the lower part being that of a spider. She had eight sturdy, sharp legs protected by the covering of chitin and protein. Even her head and upper body had an armor-like carapace coating, protecting her from physical attacks.
Baihu Patriarch summoned the strength qi as it swirled around his body, creating a thick armor made of pure strength. With that armor of strength qi, he looked like a giant of 3 meters in height.
He charged at Lin Feng's formation before clashing with it with full force.
The formation trembled, revealing an inward bend on its wall.
Noticing it, Lin Feng's heart jumped.
He knew that he couldn't let them continue like this.
He descended to the ground and summoned another array flag. Red lightning crackled as it wriggled around it like a snake.
With little effort, he slammed both the array flags into the ground.
The moment Lin Feng planted the Scarlet Thunder Array Flag into the ground, the world within a hundred meters trembled.
Crackling arcs of red lightning spread outward, forming layered barriers of condensed thunder qi. Runes flickered in the air, rotating slowly like stars bound to an orbit. The defensive formation stabilized—strong enough to withstand sustained Emperor Realm assaults, but not invincible.
The four figures surrounding him did not hesitate.
The Blood Demon Lord moved first.
He raised his palm, veins glowing crimson as blood qi surged outward in a tidal wave. Instead of forming weapons, the blood condensed into dense, corrosive mist, pressing against the array like a living thing.
The mist hissed as it met lightning, droplets evaporating into red vapor.
"Let's see how long your thunder can burn," the Blood Demon Lord sneered.
At the same time, the human-faced spider anchored herself to the ground.
Eight chitin-covered legs pierced the earth as she exhaled sharply. From her abdomen, thick black silk threads shot forward—not fast, but overwhelming in number—layering over one another like nets meant to suffocate.
They struck the formation from multiple angles, testing its stability.
A sharp hum split the air.
The Tian Jian Tribe Patriarch stepped forward, his sword not glowing, not roaring—simply sharp. He slashed once.
A compressed sword arc, thin as a hair, struck the formation dead-center.
Crack.
The lightning barrier rippled violently, sparks flying.
Before Lin Feng could adjust, the ground shook.
The Baihu Tribe Patriarch charged.
No qi projection. No flashy techniques.
His muscles bulged, veins standing out like iron cables as he slammed his fist into the barrier, amplified by the layer of strength qi armor.
BOOM!
The formation bent inward, thunder exploding outward in all directions. Lin Feng's feet slid back several steps, boots carving deep grooves into the stone.
"He's strong," Baihu Patriarch growled. "But not untouchable."
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed.
He lifted his hand, fingers snapping shut.
The array shifted.
Lightning condensed—not outward, but inward—before erupting in a focused thunder surge that blasted outward like a storm cannon.
The silk threads vaporized instantly.
The Blood Demon Lord staggered back as lightning scorched through his blood mist, disrupting its cohesion.
Lin Feng followed through.
He stepped forward, lightning wrapping around his arm, and thrust his palm outward.
Thunderburst Palm.
The strike didn't explode—it penetrated, slamming into the Baihu Patriarch's chest and sending him skidding backward, boots tearing up the ground.
The sword patriarch appeared at the bent part of the formation in an instant.
Lin Feng's eyes widened as he noticed him. In the next moment, lightning condensed into an armor to protect the formation wall.
Steel met lightning.
His sword clashed, sparks flying violently as sword qi scraped against thunder armor. The impact forced cracks to appear on the formation while sending the Tian Jian Patriarch skidding back.
Meanwhile, the human-faced spider hissed.
Her mouth opened unnaturally wide as she expelled a cloud of venom-laced mist, rolling low across the ground, seeping toward the array's base.
Lin Feng noticed instantly.
He slammed the array flag into the ground.
Lightning surged downward, turning the earth into a crackling web of electricity. The mist dispersed, neutralized before it could weaken the formation.
On the other hand, the Blood Demon Lord tried again—this time condensing blood qi into razor-edged streams, striking at the formation repeatedly from different angles.
Lin Feng knew that fighting the four emperors simultaneously would be a bad idea. He had to remain inside the formation to defend against them.
However, at the same time, he knew that focusing only on defense would only result in death. He had noticed the cracks appearing in his formation.
Any fool would know that his formation won't last forever. He had to take charge and try to eliminate these attackers to reduce the load on his formation.
Moreover, he could sense others' presence around him. He knew that there were other attackers as well who hadn't revealed themselves yet.
I should take care of them before their allies arrive.
I would like to just run if possible, but I don't think my friends here will quietly let me do so.
Lin Feng moved.
He stopped relying purely on defense.
Lightning wrapped around his body as he burst forward, closing distance in a flash. A thunder-charged kick sent the Blood Demon Lord flying, ribs audibly cracking.
The sword patriarch tried to intercept—
—but Lin Feng's elbow struck first, lightning detonating at point-blank range.
The sword patriarch was forced back, coughing blood.
For the first time, silence fell.
The four attackers exchanged grim looks.
Lin Feng stood at the center, breathing steadily, lightning surging more violently than before.
"You came prepared," Lin Feng said coldly. "But not enough."
Lin Feng knew that he would be able to make short work of these attackers if he went all out.
He looked at the four attackers, studying them to find the weakest among them as his gaze stopped at the Human-Faced Spider.
His lips curled upward as he decided on his next target, and
That was when Lin Feng's instincts screamed.
He twisted his body without thinking.
A blade of purely refined qi, invisible until the moment it struck, sliced through the space where his neck had been.
The air behind him split with a sharp whine.
Lin Feng skidded back, eyes snapping toward the horizon.
Slow claps echoed.
"Impressive," a male voice resounded. "To pressure four Emperor Realm experts alone."
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