747 Pursuit of Death 10 (2/2)
“Sealing Heaven and Earth in Ice!” Zhao Feng roared as he unleashed the power of his Ten Thousand Ancient Races bloodline, and a powerful chill froze space. Ice instantly started to appear in the Little World, and its power was weakened further.
“Unrivalled Sword and Blade!” the Cold Moon Emperor slashed her sword and blade around, creating a storm of moonlight that filled the air.
The world started to shatter wherever they went.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Little World started to shake and was close to breaking apart altogether.
Zhao Feng and the Cold Moon Emperor soon arrived in front of the Emperor of Death. In this dimension, the Emperor of Death was protected by the Little World, but unfortunately, the world was close to breaking apart, and it could no longer strengthen him.
“You’ve actually forced me to this step…! As expected of the owner of the Ninth God’s Eye,” the Emperor of Death sighed as his pitch-black eyes started to spin, and a strong force of Death radiated from them.
“I couldn’t do it alone,” Zhao Feng didn’t get cocky. Although the Emperor of Death was at a big disadvantage and was injured, he still had at least 95% of his full battle-power remaining.
Crack! Crack!
The Little World started to crumble into pieces from to the internal and external attacks and was about to explode, but the three inside remained unharmed as their defense had all reached an incredulous level. Although the Cold Moon Emperor’s fundamental defense was weaker, she had the protection of the Pirate Sacred Land.
“Shadow… of… the… Death… God!”
The Emperor of Death’s eye-bloodline power started to burn as it created cold flames.
Burning his eye power!? Zhao Feng was stunned as the Emperor of Death became covered in dark flames.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The flames that covered the Emperor of Death started to expand and turn into a figure of Death.
“That’s…!!?”
Zhao Feng and the Cold Moon Emperor both felt their souls go cold as they felt a forbidden aura of Death.
The skies turned dark.
Wu~~
The figure of Death held a scythe in one hand and seemed to be the essence of darkness. In this moment, the souls of everyone present started to shake. It was as if the shadow of the Death God itself had covered them.
Suddenly, the eyes of the figure of Death slowly started to open, and it shot out two beams of Death as it looked down coldly.
“Shadow of the Death God…? Could it be the power of the legendary God Eye of Death – the Supreme Ruler of Death?”
The souls of Zhao Feng and company went cold and felt as if all their powers were restricted.
The Shadow of the Death God started to condense, and it released a forbidden aura that turned everything within ten thousand miles into darkness. All beings in this instant were controlled by the God of Death.
“The Shadow of the Death God uses the bloodline of the Eye of Death to summon a tiny bit of power from the ancestral God Eye of Death. Zhao Feng, I really didn’t think you would be able to force me to use this,” the Emperor of Death revealed a pained expression as he was below the Shadow of the Death God. Every moment the Shadow of the Death God was up, his bloodline and soul power would be burned. However, victory now belonged to him.
“God Eye of Death… this is just a tiny bit of power from it!?” the Cold Moon Emperor, the child Demigod, and company were completely shocked.
They were unable to control their souls. Just a single gaze from the Shadow of the Death God controlled their lives. The only one able to struggle was Zhao Feng, but his Mystic Ice Scaled Race bloodline trembled uneasily; after all, this was a bit of power from the God Eye of Death itself.
Weng~~
Zhao Feng circulated his Mystic Ice Scaled Race bloodline to the maximum, and it even started to burn, covering him in a layer of ice-blue dragon scales. In the next instant, the roar of a dragon sounded, and the image of a Mystic Ice Dragon surfaced behind Zhao Feng’s back. The power of a supreme ancient dragon clashed against the world of darkness.
“This is the power of a Ten Thousand Ancient Races bloodline retracing back to its ancestor!” Zhao Feng was secretly shocked. He knew about this move from the information contained within his bloodline, but he didn’t think he would be able to use it in this situation.
However, facing the image of the Mystic Ice Dragon, the Shadow of the Death God remained unmoving, and the group’s fear and despair of having their lives controlled was still there.
The scythe in the hand of the Shadow of the Death God slowly lowered downwards, and half of the Cold Moon Emperor’s soul was pulled out. The souls of the child Demigod and the two Peak-tier Kings were about to leave their bodies even though they weren’t even in range of the attack.
Only Zhao Feng could fight back. His God’s Spiritual Eye was extremely resilient against attacks in the soul-dimension.
Peng! Peng! Peng! Peng!
Zhao Feng’s left eye started to beat quickly.
“The Ancient is broken, and the Ancient Gods slain will turn into a trillion particles of dust….” a sigh seemed to resound throughout space and time.
Boom!
The entire dimension of his left eye shook, and Zhao Feng’s eye-bloodline started to burn. A faint purple flame enveloped Zhao Feng’s body.
Weng~~
The figure of an ancient God Demon started to form amidst the faint purple flames, and an ancient, magnificent aura appeared, causing the actions of the Shadow of the Death God to stiffen slightly.