Demon Dragon Mad God-Chapter 1064 - 731

In the War Soul Realm, the mystical techniques on each Mystical Technique peak, whether understood or absorbed, will gradually disappear, but after disappearing, they will slowly recover.

Of course, this recovery process is extremely slow, taking ten years to fully restore.

Therefore, the War Soul Realm opens only once every decade.

After leaving the mountain, Lin Feng flew aimlessly in the void, searching for other powerful Mystical Technique peaks.

Lin Feng hadn’t comprehended much of the Mystical Technique of Killing and Slaughter, but luckily the Demon Spirit mentioned that he could comprehend this technique from the Demon Sword in the future.

Since that’s the case, he wanted to search for other powerful mystical techniques.

Additionally, Lin Feng had not found the whereabouts of Wu Shan, which made him somewhat anxious.

His main goal this time was Wu Shan.

His Spiritual Sense spread out like a tide, exploring in this void space full of towering peaks.

Lin Feng pushed his Netherworld Demon Pupil Star to the extreme, constantly scanning in all directions.

While searching, Lin Feng silently considered that people like Shangguan Hao and Dugu Sheng have powerful means of escape.

And as the Young Master of the Yellow Springs Demon Sect, Wu Shan likely had formidable ways to escape too. Even if he found him, he might not be able to capture him.

He must think of a way to ensure he can capture him with absolute certainty once he finds him.

Lin Feng’s flying speed was extremely fast, crossing one Mystical Technique peak after another.

Some Martial Artists on the Mystical Technique peaks, upon seeing Lin Feng approach, immediately showed frowned expressions, and only when Lin Feng had gone far did they heave a sigh of relief.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

Lin Feng had searched for three whole days but still hadn’t found Wu Shan, nor did he encounter any particularly interesting Mystical Technique peaks.

Rumble!

On this day, Lin Feng was wandering in the void when he faintly heard a dull rumbling sound coming from a far distance.

"Someone is battling!"

A gleam flashed in Lin Feng’s eyes, and he immediately flew rapidly toward the source of the sound.

Before long, Lin Feng saw the situation ahead.

In the distance, there was a tall Mystical Technique peak, even taller by dozens of meters than the Mountain of the Mystical Technique of Killing and Slaughter.

The powerful Mystical Technique power surged from this peak, causing the space within a thousand meters around the peak to continuously shatter.

This mystical technique was extremely special, seeming to possess the power to destroy the heavens and earth. Wherever its power impacted, everything vanished into smoke and ashes, and the atmosphere of destruction pervaded all around.

Near this peak, five people were engaged in a fierce battle.

More precisely, four people were joining forces against one person.

However, the four couldn’t match this one person and were steadily losing ground.

This person was none other than Zhan Luan, ranked number one on the Myriad Venerate List.

And the four taking on Zhan Luan were not weak in their own right, ranking fourth, seventh, eighth, and ninth on the Myriad Venerate List: Linghu Xingchen, Tai Yi, Beitang Lin, and Yin Zong, respectively.

The four joined forces, creating an overwhelming momentum, especially Linghu Xingchen, whose strength was extremely formidable.

Notably, Linghu Xingchen’s weapon was also a Spirit Sword, just like Lin Feng’s.

With seven Spirit Swords controlled by Linghu Xingchen, radiating cold glints and dazzling starlight.

Under his manipulation, the seven Spirit Swords formed a small sword array, constantly attacking Zhan Luan.

Linghu Xingchen was the main force attacking Zhan Luan, while the other three assisted him, coordinating with his attacks.

However, despite their strength, the four couldn’t shake Zhan Luan.

Zhan Luan, tall and sturdy, stood proudly in the void, his body glowing with a purple light. Each punch, the size of a cooking pot, crashed down like a meteor, crushing Linghu Xingchen and the others’ attacks to smithereens.

Linghu Xingchen and the other three kept retreating, suppressed by Zhan Luan, completely at a disadvantage.

"Hahaha!"

Zhan Luan’s arrogant laughter resounded, his face full of disdain as he stepped effortlessly in the void.

"You worthless bunch, trying to fight me? I can crush you with just my physical strength!"

Zhan Luan exuded unbeatable confidence, his figure soaring into the sky, and his iron fist hammered down fiercely.

The heavy fist descended like a mountain, shaped like a cannonball, with the vast Fist Power annihilating everything in its path.

Seeing this, Linghu Xingchen and the others immediately joined forces to resist.

Linghu Xingchen’s seven Spirit Swords formed a ring, rotating rapidly, connected by their aura, swiftly facing Zhan Luan’s Fist Power.

At the same time, Tai Yi, Beitang Lin, and the others unleashed their powerful techniques, sword energies soared, slashing against the sky, finger lights piercing through the void.

Their combined attack surged like a tidal wave toward Zhan Luan’s Fist Power, then collided fiercely.

Boom boom boom!!

The explosive sound of the clash echoed through the heavens, Zhan Luan’s Fist Power reached the pinnacle of strength, instantly crushing their attack to shreds.

Linghu Xingchen’s seven Spirit Swords flew off to unknown places!

After destroying their attack, Zhan Luan’s residual Fist Power struck Linghu Xingchen and the others.

Puff puff puff!!

Their protective Dark Power shattered, each sprayed blood from their mouth, their bodies thrown backward.

"Hmph! Useless!"

Zhan Luan stood arrogantly in mid-air, looking down at the injured below with mockery.

It’s not that he was haughty, but his strength had already rendered him invincible among his generation, leaving no one worthy of his attention.