Chapter 710: The Ominous Descent

With a thunderous roar, Night Wandering Ghost’s massive ghostly form struck down with his palms.

Even before the blow landed, the sheer power was unleashed.

The overwhelming pressure, like the sky itself collapsing, instantly reduced the temple courtyard to rubble.

This is your home, yet you don’t hold back at all... Qin Feng’s expression turned grave as he struggled to steady himself.

Boom!

A tremendous rumbling shook the area as the vast courtyard was instantly turned into a deep, bottomless pit.

The dust blew up and mixed with the white mist.

The Night Wandering Ghost looked around, but he could not see Qin Feng’s figure.

At that moment, a brilliant barrier flashed into existence with the courtyard as its center, rapidly expanding to envelop the entire temple grounds in an instant.

“This is... a domain?!”

He felt something in his heart and suddenly looked up, only to see a figure glowing with holy light, with amber eyes as clear as glass.

It was Qin Feng!

Rumble!

The red thunder tore open the black curtain covering the sky of Suiyang City, revealing its fangs.

Chi Qi manifested into a physical form, running around Qin Feng and aggressively lunging at the Night Wandering Ghost. The red lightning arcs surrounding him hissed like snakes.

Upon seeing this, Night Wandering Ghost’s emerald green eyes widened with palpable fear. “The Annihilation Lightning?! How dare a mere mortal control the Annihilation Lightning?”

The Annihilation Lightning was an ancient divine lightning that possessed supreme destructive power. Even the gods and demons of the Immortal Realm dared not face it directly.

Coupled with the Night Wandering Ghost’s diminished abilities after descending to this realm through prayer tributes, it was no wonder that he was terrified of the Annihilation Lightning!

However, Qin Feng had no intention of answering its question.

Qin Feng pressed his right hand down, and the crimson Annihilation Lightning high above him descended upon the Night Wandering Ghost with unstoppable force.

Space itself seemed to rip open at the point of impact, and the red lightning exploded violently against Night Wandering Ghost’s spectral form.

A heart-rending scream echoed across Suiyang’s sky, as if even the black veil was lightened by a few shades.

But this was only the beginning. Seizing the opportunity given his wounded state and following the tradition of striking while the iron is hot, the red thundering dragon in the sky roared.

The pitch black night turned into a sea of crimson lightning.

“Strike!” Qin Feng’s cry unleashed a relentless bombardment.

Thunderbolt after thunderbolt of Annihilation Lightning rained down mercilessly.

But as the statue crumbled, Night Wandering Ghost’s form vanished like a dying candle flame in the wind.

In its place, the heavens and earth themselves shook violently!

A pair of skeletal hands reached out from the pitch-black rift connected to the rift in the Immortal Realm, grabbed the edges of the spatial rift, and violently tore it apart.

Like a massive crack in an obsidian curtain, an indescribably bizarre being stepped through and manifested before their eyes.

Its colossal form seemed to have been assembled from the corpses of countless different species.

Countless bony arms, like the countless legs of a centipede, protruded outward in a chaotic, irregular arrangement.

Faces of countless kinds – human, god, beast, and demon – writhed across their amalgamated bodies.

Bloody tears streamed from all these faces, mouths open in endless screams of agony.

In addition, a massive, lone head floated detached around the dismembered body.

Three crimson eyes gazed in different directions as an enormous mouth stretched in a disturbing, rictus grin.

Such a horribly bizarre creature shocked everyone present in Suiyang.

Zhan Qingfeng’s legs gave out as he collapsed to the ground, his face drained of all color.

Those with even lower levels of cultivation had soiled themselves.

However, no one dared to make fun of them – in the face of the unknown horror, fear was the most primal of human instincts.

Even Qin Feng could not help but tremble, his palms drenched in cold sweat.

Along with the fear, countless questions flooded his mind:

The Night Wandering Ghost was dead, which meant that someone else had manipulated events – was it that bizarre entity before them?

What kind of entity was it, and why did it take such a grotesque form?

It had descended from the Immortal Realm to this world, and it even had the power to weaken his teacher’s seals and create its own passage. Was this also a form of “incarnation creation”?

Was his identity that of a god or demon of the Immortal Realm, or... the root cause of the collapse of order in the Netherworld Realm and the Immortal Realm?

Unease, fear, and apprehension quickly spread through Qin Feng’s heart. He felt an unnatural cold enveloping him, without the slightest will or thought to resist.

At that moment, the many mouths of the bizarre creature inhaled sharply at the same time.

It seemed to be sucking something fundamental out of heaven and earth itself.

The holy aura surrounding Qin Feng dissipated, and even the color of his eyes returned to normal.

He looked down at his hands in increasing horror – he could no longer feel his cultivation base. The same seemed to be true for everyone else in the city!