frightfiction #922 - Demonic move
#922 - Demonic move
The High Priest helplessly shook his head, and then began to cast his spell.
He chanted incantations, and bizarre spells burst forth from his body, like demonic sounds piercing the ears, making people uneasy.
At this moment, he was like a demon possessed by dark forces, inspiring fear.
Hundreds of thousands of Demon warriors stepped forward, kneeling on the ground, devoutly awaiting the High Priest's summons.
And the millions of Demons behind them were the same, knowing they were merely cannon fodder in this battle.
There were tens of millions of these cannon fodder, willing to sacrifice their lives for the future of the Demon race.
At this moment, three million dwarf Demons had already joined the altar.
The High Priest began to cast his spell, his dry, claw-like hands drawing strange runes in the air, these runes flickering with a dim light, as if able to communicate with another world.
With a loud "boom," the entire altar suddenly exploded, and a world-destroying force gushed out from within.
This was the power of teleportation, but this time it was not teleporting Demon warriors, because teleporting Demons consumed too many resources, and they were already unable to do so.
This time, it was teleporting a mysterious and powerful force, which would open a passage to the outside world for the Demons, allowing them to continue to rampage across this continent.
At this moment, the power of teleportation reached its peak, and a huge vortex suddenly appeared in mid-air, as if connecting two different worlds.
This vortex was like a huge mouth, ruthlessly devouring everything around it. The Demon warriors appeared so small and fragile in the face of this power.
Countless were killed and wounded, their bodies torn into pieces by the vortex, turning into streaks of blood mist, dissipating between heaven and earth.
In the center of the vortex, a huge finger slowly extended. This was a thumb, as if floating out of the teleportation, but carrying an unspeakable pressure.
This thumb was thousands of feet long, like a majestic mountain, and it suddenly pointed out, hitting the formation.
Instantly, the entire formation seemed to be enraged, and it instantly rioted.
A powerful backlash surged towards Li Chengfeng like a roaring torrent. This force carried endless violence and destruction, as if to devour everything in it.
Li Chengfeng could clearly feel the power of this finger, his gaze becoming extremely solemn.
"Roar!" Li Chengfeng roared, his voice filled with endless firmness and determination.
If he couldn't defend the formation this time, then the entire formation would collapse.
At that time, millions of Shadow Demons would break through the void, and the human race would face an unprecedented disaster.
However, the power of this finger was too strong, and Li Chengfeng had already felt the powerful Dao rhythm contained within it.
This was a Demon finger, and the teleported finger was not the Demon's main body, but their powerful attack.
Due to the rejection of the Heavenly Dao, the power of this finger had consumed most of it during the teleportation process, even so.
After losing nearly nine-tenths of its power, the power of this finger was still so immense that it could destroy the entire formation.
This was the gap in realm, which could not be easily bridged.
However, facing the finger that oppressed the heavens and the earth, Li Chengfeng stood firm like a rock, his eyes flashing with unyielding light.
He roared again, his voice like a thunderclap, and the entire world trembled violently with his roar.
Immediately afterwards, Li Chengfeng revealed the Dharma Idol of Three Heads and Six Arms, his six arms like six angry dragons, tumbling and flying in the air.
He swung his six arms fiercely, and six Meteor Fists suddenly blasted out, each punch carrying the power of a tsunami.
"Boom, boom, boom," countless fists streaked across the night sky like meteors, breaking through the air, and in an instant, in a breath, tens of thousands of punches were thrown out, like a storm, hitting the finger fiercely.
However, this powerful attack was like an ant shaking a tree in front of that finger, and it did not work at all.
The finger only trembled slightly, and then pressed down hard on the formation again, as if to devour the entire world.
The Demons and Shadow Clan were shaken back by this terrifying aura, their eyes filled with fear and awe.
Although the Shadow Clan was a group known for their madness, they did not dare to act rashly in the face of threats to their lives and power.
They knew very well that if that finger really hit the formation, then the entire formation would be shattered, and they would face a devastating disaster.
And all the Demons trembled with excitement. This was the power they had exchanged for with the blood, souls, and everything of hundreds of thousands of their clansmen, the arrival of the will of the Void Refinement stage from afar.
How powerful this force was, their hearts were filled with anticipation and fanaticism.
Li Chengfeng did not sit still and wait for death.
He roared again, and the power of his whole body seemed to explode completely at this moment.
The secret technique of the Future Traceless was used by him, flashing into the mysterious realm of the future, and borrowing the power within it, so that the power in his body instantly reached its peak.
With a "whoosh", twenty-six flying swords condensed in the air, instantly turning into one, emitting a dazzling light.
He pointed his finger and said in a deep voice: "Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!"
As his voice fell, the tide flashed, and a huge sword shadow appeared in the air.
This was a giant sword formed by the fusion and superposition of twenty-six flying swords and twenty-six kinds of sword intents. It carried endless pressure and power, and slashed fiercely at the finger.
The power of this sword was extremely powerful, comparable to the power of a true God Transformation.
When the giant sword touched the finger, the sword energy was like encountering an indestructible barrier, disintegrating and collapsing layer by layer, and finally dissipating into the void.
Li Chengfeng couldn't help but gasp at that moment, and a storm surged in his heart.
Although the situation was critical, he also keenly realized that in these two confrontations with the terrifying finger, the opponent's power had clearly weakened by one-tenth.
Even so, that power was still terrifying, indomitable, and seemed to be able to destroy all obstacles in the world.
That finger was filled with demonic energy and filled with killing intent. If it really hit the formation, it would definitely cause a disastrous chaos, and the consequences would be unimaginable.
Li Chengfeng understood this, so his eyes were even more determined, and he must not let this happen.
The Demon Commander-in-Chief looked on with bright eyes, laughing loudly, as if everything in front of him was under his control.
The Shadow Clan Commander-in-Chief Yin Erruo was another look, looking at the terrifying finger with lingering fear, secretly rejoicing that he had not acted rashly.
If these Demons were allowed to summon this finger to deal with him, his clan would probably suffer heavy losses, and he himself would be difficult to escape.
Although the Shadow Clan was tyrannical and bloodthirsty, they were also very shrewd at this moment concerning the life and death of the clan.
Li Chengfeng was not frightened by the predicament in front of him.
He roared, and the power of his whole body seemed to explode completely at this moment.
The secret method of the Future Misty Trace was used by him, flashing into the mysterious realm of the future, and borrowing the power within it, so that the power in his body instantly reached its peak.