"Hu Feng, ..."
When Mo Nian saw Hu Feng's figure, a bad premonition rose in her heart.
"Brother Mo, go deal with Ye Ming. Leave this place to me. If I can befriend geniuses like Brother Mo, Brother Yun, and Brother Long in this life, I, Hu Feng, will have no regrets." Hu Feng gave Mo Nian a slight smile.
"Get lost!"
Mo Luo Tianxing was both shocked and furious. How could a strange person have appeared? The power of the previous strike was so strange that it actually repelled his power. Mo Luo Tianxing struck Hu Feng with another palm.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, the void trembled as a huge die appeared in front of Hu Feng, once again deflecting Mo Luo Tianxing's attack.
"Brother Mo, don't hesitate." Hu Feng shouted.
"Brother Hu, hold on! We'll kill Ye Ming, and we'll come to support you right away." Mo Nian no longer hesitated, braving the Central State Cauldron and charging into the night.
Because of his absence, things had become perilous. After Mo Nian joined, the crisis eased considerably, but Mo Nian looked at Ye Ming, his unease growing stronger.
"Buzz buzz buzz...
The giant die spun continuously in the air. As it spun, a massive vortex appeared between heaven and earth. A terrifying aura emanated from within it, making Mo Luo Tianxing's expression change.
"Boom!"
Moluo Tianxing attacked the die with all his might, only to find that the die was weaving between illusion and reality. Half of his power was bounced away, half absorbed.
"It's useless. This is our strongest and final move in the Gambling Heavenly Dao. I never acted before, just waiting for the most critical moment.
Honestly, I feel a bit unwilling to use this trick on you, because I know there may be even stronger beings ahead. "The dice spun, the void roared, and Hu Feng glanced at the four passages and the still-standing temple, sighing involuntarily.
"What do you mean?" Moluo Tianxing said coldly.
"We bet on the successor of the Heavenly Dao, and we have a nickname: fifty-fifty. No matter how strong the opponent is, there's a fifty percent chance of winning.
We gamble heaven and earth, but the strongest move is truly a life-stakes-the-go-bet, staking all stakes on it, trying to gamble on the myriad Dao and that faint mysteriousness of mystery. Hu Feng said.
Hu Feng wore a scholar's long robe, looking somewhat thin and frail, but standing here, he carried a sense of heroic spirit like the wind blowing cold over the Yi River, like a hero gone and never to return.
"Nonsense."
Moluo Tianxing sneered, stepped on the void, circled around the dice, and struck down with his palm toward Hu Feng.
But to his surprise, even though he had clearly avoided the dice, the moment he made his move, he still slapped the dice with his palm.
It was unclear whether he hadn't moved at all, or if the entire space was controlled and rotated along with it.
Mo Luo Tianxing was startled; Hu Feng's dice were too strange. He snorted coldly, "I can't be bothered to waste time with you." Mo
Luo Tianxing flew toward Long Chen, but as soon as he moved, he was shocked to find that no matter how he moved, Hu Feng and his dice were right in front of him. Time and space seemed to be twisted, and he couldn't get through.
"Caught in the game, I bet my life against you. Whether you like it or not, you must accept this gamble." Hu Feng said calmly.
"Buzz"—
just then, the dice spun slower and slower. Six faces, six points kept rolling nonstop, finally slowly stopping, five points pointing upward.
"Too bad, it's not six." Looking at the numbers, Hu Feng couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed:
"In the end, I still haven't seen the legendary 'Zhidian' (Leftover). My gambling skills aren't refined—I feel like I've let the ancestor down."
"What the hell is this?" It's nothing more than a tricky trick or trick, coming to a real battle with swords and spears. "Moluo Tianxing shouted loudly.
The strange dice made his scalp tingle, with an extremely dangerous feeling. He was both shocked and angry, but didn't know how to deal with it.
"Crack, crack, crack... The
die slowly left, and this inherited artifact of the Gambling Heavenly Dao actually disintegrated in the void.
"Hahaha, I told you it was just a trick to scare people. Go to hell."
Seeing the dice shatter and disintegrate, Moluo Tianxing was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing and threw a punch at the dice, causing it to shatter completely.
"Boom!"
The die really shattered, but it wasn't Mo Luo Tianxing shattering—it popped open on its own.
After the Destiny Dice shattered, a figure slowly emerged, turning from illusion to reality, transforming into a hundred-zhang demon ape.
The demon ape's body was jet black, its fur shiny, and its terrifying blood energy seemed ready to burst forth.
"Tongtian Demon Ape?" There won't be such a being in the next term. When
the demon ape appeared, Moluo Tianxing was startled. Within him was the spirit of a heavenly god, and he recognized the origin of this demon ape. It was precisely because he recognized it that he was shocked.
"Boom!"
As soon as the Tongtian Demon Ape appeared, it threw a punch at Mo Luo Tianxing. Mo Luo Tianxing was blasted away, his blood and energy surging, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Roar!"
The Heaven-Reaching Demon Ape howled angrily toward the sky. A mass appeared at its forehead—a human-shaped ball. One sat cross-legged, wearing a scholar's headscarf, vaguely resembling Hu Feng.
Hu Feng himself had mysteriously vanished, his vital energy and soul power completely gone, and his aura had merged with that terrifying Tongtian Demon Ape.
"Boom!"
The Heaven-Reaching Demon Ape stepped on the void, shattering heaven and earth like a black meteor rushing toward Moluo Tianxing.
Mo Luo Tianxing was both shocked and furious. This Tongtian Demon Ape was a being from the upper realm, its bloodline not pure, but in the next realm, its power would be terrifying.
Especially since he was still in demigod form, facing this Tongtian Demon Ape was extremely difficult.
Moreover, with Hu Feng controlling this Tongtian Demon Ape, its combat experience is extremely rich. Moluo Tianxing tried to deal with it the same way as Xiaoxue did, but it was simply impossible. He could only fight it fiercely with his true strength.
Moluo Tianxing was shocked. The inheritance of the Heavenly Dao was actually so terrifying. The dice just now showed a five; if it had been six, who knows what kind of terrifying existence it might summon.
Moluo Tianxing was blocked by the Tongtian Demon Ape, and the nine-headed lion was killed in even more misery. If Xiaoxue hadn't lost control of its power, it would have been killed long ago, now struggling to survive.
Now, only Ye Ming remained. Amidst the frenzied charge of the Dragon Blood Legion's resistance, all the strong warriors of the Tianwu Continent rushed before Ye Ming.
The High Priest, Ma Ruyun, Tianyu Zhenren, Old Man, and other veteran powerhouses, as well as younger powerhouses like Mo Nian, Aman, Ye Zhiqiu, and Ziyan, launched a frenzied assault and attacked with full force. Although Ye Ming had a demigod body, he was still blocked and unable to break through the encirclement.
Ye Ming's expression grew increasingly grim, and at some point, fear had appeared in his eyes.
"No..."
Suddenly, Ye Ming let out a desperate, agonized scream. Immediately, his flesh began to tear apart, his vast body erupted within him, and Ye Ming's original aura and soul fluctuations vanished in an instant.
"Boom!"
Ye Ming shook his arms, divine power surging like waves. All the powerful beings attacking Ye Ming were blasted away, and the space within tens of thousands of miles was instantly cleared.
"Useless thing. Such a weak immortal seedling might as well be destroyed. There's no need to bind me anymore. Let me personally come to destroy this world."
Ye Ming's voice was no longer his, but filled with endless coldness, darkness, and bloodlust. At this moment, he was no longer a demigod, but a true god.