Demon Dragon Mad God-Chapter 232 - 233 Battle

Lin Feng looked at the Hu Ben Country’s army outside the city, which was gradually showing signs of defeat, and his eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"City Lord, I wish to be the spearhead and go tear through the Mad Wolf Army’s offense!"

Lin Feng once again requested to join the battle.

"City Lord, we are willing to fight!"

This time, it wasn’t just Lin Feng alone; among the disciples from the Three Sects and two camps, many were clamoring to enter the fray.

Among them, some disciples had a cultivation level reaching the Great Martial Master Fifth Layer and even the Sixth Layer, their fighting spirit was surging, and they were itching to get into the fight.

Especially many from the Green Wolf Camp.

This place was originally their home turf.

The City Lord also noticed the unfavorable situation in the battle and his expression grew serious.

Yuan Zhan had instructed that if the main army was sufficient to withstand the Iron Forest Army’s attack, then there was no need for the Three Sects and two camps’ disciples to take to the battlefield.

But if the main army could not hold back the onslaught of the Seven Great Tribes’ barbarians, then the disciples from the Three Sects and two camps could be dispatched to assist in battle.

The City Lord pondered for a moment, "All disciples, heed my command, prepare to enter the battlefield!"

Everyone was invigorated.

It was finally time to enter the battlefield!

Lin Feng also secretly surged with excitement.

After a short while, with a solemn expression, the City Lord ordered, "Disciples from the Three Sects and two camps, head to the battlefield immediately, help the army resist the Seven Great Tribes!!"

"Yes!"

The crowd responded thunderously.

"Charge into battle!"

The City Lord shouted abruptly, and at once, everyone swept down from the city walls and rushed toward the battlefield.

Swoosh Swoosh Swoosh!!

One after another, the figures of the young leaped forward, and in the blink of an eye, three to four hundred disciples from the Four Sects had all left.

On the city walls, except for the City Lord and others who were defending,

The disciples from the Three Sects and two camps moved swiftly and formed a spearhead after storming into the battlefield, plunging fiercely into the formation of the Seven Great Tribes.

Among the disciples from the Three Sects and two camps, there were three Heavenly Sword Sect disciples whose cultivation reached the Great Martial Master Sixth Layer.

Additionally, there were seventeen others who possessed the Fifth Layer cultivation.

There were also more than sixty disciples of the Fourth Layer.

Three Sixth Layer disciples led the way, followed closely by more than a dozen Fifth Layer disciples.

Hundreds of disciples moved across the battlefield within the Seven Great Tribes’ formations like a force of nature, unstoppable and peerless for a moment.

When the experts from the Seven Great Tribes saw the disciples from the Three Sects and two camps join the fight, a large number of masters quickly struck, attacking the group.

"Kill!"

Three iron cavalry from the Mad Wolf Army charged towards Lin Feng, roaring loudly as their long spears tore through the air, shining with a cold gleam.

"Die!"

Lin Feng swept his longsword, and the three iron cavalry charging at him were directly cleaved in two.

Lin Feng quickly scanned the entire battlefield, and a thought struck his mind.

It was time to devour!

He intended to absorb essence blood and star energy; he didn’t need to fully release his own Demon Dragon Star to do so.

By quietly stimulating the star energy within his body, he could also unleash the Devouring Power.

However, stimulating the star energy internally, the effect of the absorption was far less potent than fully releasing the star energy.

But this was already enough.

After all, Lin Feng’s star energy could absorb essence blood and the star energy left behind by others upon their deaths, which was a secret.

For the time being, Lin Feng could not let others know his secret.

Now he could only act covertly.

With a thought, Lin Feng connected with the Demon Dragon Star within his body, which then slowly began to rotate, and an invisible Devouring Power erupted around him.

The bloody aura drifting in the air and the fresh blood flowing on the ground slowly began to converge towards Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was wary of being discovered by the keen-eyed, therefore did not vigorously stimulate the star energy within his body.

The Devouring Power was less than one-tenth of its usual strength.

Lin Feng had to be cautious because his previous actions had made him incredibly conspicuous.

Furthermore, it was said that during this great war, elders from the Three Sects and two camps were covertly watching, tallying their disciples’ achievements in battle.

This made Lin Feng even more careful and prudent.

As Lin Feng stimulated the star energy, streaks of essence blood gathered towards him, and some ownerless stars drifting in the sky also slowly floated his way.

Wherever Lin Feng passed, the blood on the ground dried up instantly.

Lin Feng stepped over the body of a fallen soldier, whose body rapidly withered.

Lin Feng’s cultivation was surging.

Outside the city, on the battlefield.

Lin Feng and hundreds of disciples from the four sects were frantically reaping the lives of the Iron Forest Country soldiers.

Faint illusions of stars fluttered past where Lin Feng stood, then vanished without a trace.

Where Lin Feng passed, either blood dried up or turned into foul water, devoid of essence qi.

The entire battlefield was in chaos, strewn with severed limbs and bodies, with blood spattering everywhere, and masterless stars drifting about.

Hence, no one noticed the anomaly with Lin Feng.

The soul power of Lin Feng’s stars was increasing.

Lin Feng’s cultivation was growing.

The surging blood essence wreaked havoc inside Lin Feng.

Lin Feng divided his attention to refine it, turning the blood qi into true qi, which ultimately converged in his dantian.

However, as he dared not devour with full force, the rate of increase in Lin Feng’s cultivation was much slower than before.

"Kill!"

Three or four elite warriors from the Mad Wolf Army of the Seven Great Tribes, all at the cultivation level of Great Martial Master Third Layer and rank of Centurion, launched an assault on Lin Feng.

"Die!"

Lin Feng burst forth in an instant, a sword slashing bloodily.

All four were cleaved in half, no match for his single move.

Blood gushed like a fountain, and as Lin Feng stood beside the men, their blood seemed to grow eyes, all soaring onto his body.

Instantly, Lin Feng turned into a blood-soaked figure.

Covered in blood, as though he had just walked out of a blood pool.

"Senior Brother Lin Feng..."

The few people nearby were shocked when they saw Lin Feng in this state.

They thought Lin Feng had been seriously injured.

"I’m fine, this is the enemy’s blood!"

Lin Feng grinned, revealing white teeth that looked terrifying.

Lin Feng did this, of course, to divert attention.

Moreover, when blood sprayed onto him, the blood essence and essence qi within it were instantly devoured by him, leaving nothing behind.

This was much faster than carefully devouring the essence blood from the ground.

Ah!

At that moment, a scream rang out.

A disciple from the Divine Wind Camp not far away was being besieged by four or five barbarians.

The disciple was caught off guard and stabbed in the shoulder by a spear, blood poured out, and he sweated profusely from the pain.

"Die!"

Lin Feng’s figure flashed, he swept over swiftly, a sword sweep sent limbs flying and blood raining down.

Ah! Ah! Ah!!!

The barbarians were annihilated in an instant.

Bathed in the blood rain, Lin Feng was like a peerless god of slaughter.

"You three, follow behind me, no more than fifteen meters away."

Lin Feng quickly said to the three.

"Alright!"

The three immediately moved closer to Lin Feng, faces grateful.

More and more warriors from the Seven Great Tribes swarmed around them.

Not just them, everyone else was also facing numerous attacks.

A full two thousand troops from the Mad Wolf Army were advancing upon them.

Swoosh swoosh!!

Sss! Shh!

With every sword Lin Feng struck, blood surged, with every sword Lin Feng struck, soldiers of the Iron Forest Country fell.

Ordinary barbarians, even the Centurions of the Mad Wolf Army, were no match for him with a single move.

Lin Feng’s cultivation had already advanced to the late stage of Great Martial Master Third Layer.

"Kid, go to hell!"

Suddenly, a bellow erupted, and a barbarian Captain clad in red armor charged furiously towards Lin Feng.