Chapter 134: Profiting from Another's Misfortune (Supplementary)

On the other side, as the fresh reinforcements from the Heavenly King Alliance joined the fray, the scales of victory instantly tipped in favor of the Heavenly Martial Empire.

It was not that the ten Spirit Emperor experts of the Heavenly King Alliance were a match for a Spirit Emperor; rather, they acted as a diversion, scattering the focus of the Holy Land’s experts. However, anyone who underestimated those ten Spirit Emperors would likely regret it for the rest of their lives. They were no ordinary Spirit Emperors; each one was a prodigy among men, gifted with exceptional talent far beyond those who had spent decades or centuries in cultivation. At this level, the sheer volume of spiritual energy was almost negligible, as the world was filled with it. For a Spirit Emperor, the true battle was one of enlightenment—the understanding of one’s own Dao. Even a young expert who had just entered the Spirit Emperor realm could easily crush a mediocre practitioner of a hundred years if their grasp of the Dao was sufficiently profound.

In the void, brilliant rains of light erupted as countless divine abilities were unleashed, drawing in the surrounding spiritual energy like a surging sea, nearly drowning the battlefield. Tang Hen and Uncle Yuan, who had been gasping for air under immense pressure, suddenly found themselves on the offensive after the twenty members of the Heavenly King Alliance joined in. One deacon in red robes, having initially disregarded these young people, attempted to tank over a dozen divine abilities with his bare body. The price for such arrogance was having an arm instantly pulverized—a result he only avoided by manifesting several defensive barriers at the very last second. Such was the terror of the Heavenly King Alliance.

While the other fronts were gaining the upper hand, only Ye Feng’s side was locked in an unprecedented struggle. His long blade was peerless, the "Dragon Severing" technique tearing through the heavens and earth. Blade auras, dozens of feet long, struck with terrifying force, nearly sinking the ground beneath them and leaving gaping fissures everywhere. Yet, even with such formidable power, he still could not overcome Yang Yi.

A Fourth-Heaven Spirit Emperor is a level where one has tacitly mastered the laws of the universe. With a wave of his hand, terrifying ribbons of energy broke through the void to meet Ye Feng’s strikes. Although the Dragon Severing technique was wild and matchless, it was consistently outmatched by Yang Yi’s attacks.

*Hum...*

A phantom of the Dragon Shield appeared, slowly rotating around Ye Feng. At this moment, Ye Feng’s hair stood on end. Abandoning all defense, he channeled his entire reservoir of spiritual energy into the long blade and charged at Yang Yi.

"Do you really think a firefly dares to compete with the brilliance of the moon?" Yang Yi let out a cold snort. Without making any significant movement, he condensed strands of milky-white, nebula-like spiritual energy. The energy was as dense as clouds, instantly engulfing Ye Feng.

"Break!"

Blade auras crisscrossed as Ye Feng lunged and struck, but no matter where he moved, the cloud-like mass followed him like a shadow, wrapping him tight. From within the clouds, terrifying golden blade auras would occasionally tear through the surface, but the rifts would heal in the blink of an eye.

"Heh... does a greenhorn like you really think you can easily break my Nebula Force? Enjoy your time inside! In a moment, your spiritual energy will be completely absorbed by the nebula. Let’s see what you have left to boast about then!" Standing in the void, Yang Yi laughed maniacally as he continued to feed energy into the clouds, watching the golden flashes struggle within.

Just as Yang Yi predicted, Ye Feng soon felt a strange sensation. The viscous nebula seemed to possess a powerful suction, forcibly drawing the spiritual energy from his limbs and bones to feed itself. Although Ye Feng possessed the Demon King’s Inner Core and did not fear the absorption, he was trapped in a cage—how could he talk about revenge now?

"Kid, you are too stubborn. With your talent, if you just cultivated for a few more years, defeating him would be easy! Why go to such lengths?" The voice of the Dragon-Dragon Demon King drifted out from the Demon King Domain, sounding annoyed. He rarely interfered with Ye Feng’s actions, only speaking up when the boy was on the brink of death. Whether he was truly helping or merely protecting his own life, no one could say.

"A debt of blood for my mother’s death—I cannot share the same sky as him. I would not want him to live one more day in this world!" Ye Feng’s eyes were bloodshot. He gritted his teeth, hacking away with his broken blade, strike after strike.

Hearing this, the Dragon-Dragon Demon King paused and finally stopped trying to persuade him. He shook his head and said, "Clouds are illusory. Even if you blast them apart, what is the point? They will simply coalesce again."

At these words, Ye Feng’s eyes lit up, and he finally ceased his frantic bombardment. "Old demon, how do I get out?"

"You scoundrel! I have existed since the ancient times; I am older than the father of your father’s father! You don’t even call me 'Great-Great-Great-Grandfather'—the least you could do is call me 'Senior'... I have been annoyed with you for a long time!"

Unexpectedly, the usually crisp and efficient Dragon-Dragon Demon King finally snapped, venting over a year of pent-up resentment all at once.

"Senior, may I ask how I can get out?" Having lived two lifetimes, Ye Feng had developed a mind that saw through the mundane. He realized instantly that the old codger was probably trying to extort something from him again.

"What 'Senior'? That lacks sincerity!" True to form, the old demon acted aloof and difficult.

"Old demon, don't push it. If you have a request, spit it out. Things are dire out here." Ye Feng had no choice but to take the bait.

"Three Soul-Condensing Fruits!"

"Deal!" Ye Feng agreed without hesitation. Even if the Demon King hadn't asked, Ye Feng had planned to visit the Luoyan Mountain Range soon anyway; the monkey had been there for a long time and still hadn't returned, which worried him deeply.

"Clouds and mist are illusions; they cannot truly trap a person. They follow you because of the surging spiritual energy within you. No matter how hard you try to break them, you cannot tear them apart. However... what if there were no fluctuations of spiritual energy in your body?"

Ye Feng was filled with disbelief. Could the cloud mass that he had tried everything to escape be broken so easily? The next moment, Ye Feng held his breath and concentrated, suppressing his aura entirely. At the same time, he forced the spiritual energy within his body to go still, ceasing all flow.

*Whoosh...*

Ye Feng seemed to have forgotten one thing: he was currently in the void. Without the support of spiritual energy, his body instantly plummeted...

*Boom!*

He slammed heavily into the ground, dazed and disoriented. Yet, to his surprise, he found that he had indeed escaped the clingy, cloud-like trap.