Ye Chenfeng, his face deathly pale.

He was breathing lightly through his nose and mouth. Although he could use the Immortal Golden Body, his current state was a sequela of his previous extreme demonic transformation, and solely relying on the Immortal Golden Body would not be enough for recovery.

He glanced at the stiff-bodied old ghost, then at Cheng Yuanmu and Cheng Yiyao. To enter the small world within the Chaos Ring, he must bring these people along and get close to them to take them into the small world.

In such a state, using his rampage would likely not yield an ideal outcome, and once he unleashed it, he would have only ten seconds. If he couldn’t kill Zhou Wufeng in those ten seconds, he would be at his mercy.

The remnant souls of Old Bai Wu Fengxian and Old Hei Jiang Yuntian were constantly in a state of repair. In this state, they couldn’t effectively lend strength to Ye Chenfeng. If they forcefully lent their strength to him, it might end up harming Ye Chenfeng instead.

Seeing Ye Chenfeng silent, Zhou Wufeng’s anger towards him surged to the peak. Simply killing Ye Chenfeng wouldn’t quench the rage inside him. He wanted Ye Chenfeng to live in constant pain.

The Corpse Demon Art Zhou Wufeng practiced contained a technique to turn opponents into corpse puppets and extract their souls to create a soul lamp wick. Once the soul lamp wick was ignited, it would inflict eternal pain, burning so slowly that the wick of a Divine King Realm initial stage expert could burn for hundreds of years.

Zhou Wufeng’s decaying cheeks twitched continuously, and his figure vanished in an instant.

Ye Chenfeng suddenly felt a dense corpse stink pierce his nostrils. He knew Zhou Wufeng was nearby, and in his current state, his senses and movements were greatly dulled. As he prepared to react, Zhou Wufeng’s decaying face already appeared in his line of sight.

Zhou Wufeng’s rotting hand slapped directly against Ye Chenfeng’s chest.

With a loud "Bang!"

Ye Chenfeng’s body was sent flying once again, blood spraying continuously from his mouth, his face turning even paler.

The clothes on his upper body were shattered completely, and a green handprint marked his chest, exuding a green gas.

Practically, any decayed or pustulant part of Zhou Wufeng’s body was poisonous.

Luckily, Ye Chenfeng possessed Divine Blood, making him immune to all poisons.

This slap merely inflicted some internal injuries.

His body collided with another pillar inside the True Dragon Hall.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!——"

This time, the entire Dragon Hall finally collapsed completely, turning into ruins.

Cheng Yuanmu, Cheng Yiyao, and the old steward knew they were no match for Zhou Wufeng, but they couldn’t stand idly by. Their figures rushed towards Ye Chenfeng, hoping to offer him a helping hand. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Zhou Wufeng couldn’t care less about Cheng Yuanmu and the others. He waved his hand at them, and a colossal green handprint appeared, striking Cheng Yuanmu, Cheng Yiyao, and the old steward precisely. Among them, the strongest was Cheng Yuanmu at the initial stage of the Divine King Realm, unfit to withstand Zhou Wufeng’s slap.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three strikes.

All three of Cheng Yuanmu, Cheng Yiyao, and the steward were sent flying to the ground, the palm print filled with corpse qi and poison gas.

Cheng Yuanmu could barely resist, but his collar was soaked in blood from his mouth. Cheng Yiyao and the steward were in dire straits, especially Cheng Yiyao, the weakest of the three, teetering on the brink of death, yet her beautiful eyes remained fixed on Ye Chenfeng.

Ye Chenfeng, struggling to stand, saw Cheng Yiyao on the brink of death. He held a great fondness for this kind-hearted woman. When he fell onto the Spirit Boat, she was the first to stand up for him. He accompanied Cheng Yiyao back to Lingfeng City to repay this debt of gratitude and seek the Zhous’ Hundred-Heart Grass.

Having absorbed the Hundred-Heart Grass, he had failed to fully protect Cheng Yuanmu and Cheng Yiyao, something he couldn’t allow to continue. His stubborn nature wouldn’t permit it.

Seeing Ye Chenfeng’s face full of anger, Zhou Wufeng rasped, "Great, I love that expression of yours. You’re worried about others at this time? You should worry about yourself."

Zhou Wufeng didn’t want to turn Ye Chenfeng into a corpse puppet too quickly, intending to torture him a bit first.

His figure approached Ye Chenfeng again.

Ye Chenfeng forced himself to remain calm, his gaze finally fixing on the Coffin of Death he had resealed. He hadn’t returned it to the Chaos Ring after taking it out.

The Coffin of Death lay quietly not far from the old ghost.

At this point.

He couldn’t care about anything else. If he had to be engulfed by death qi again, if he had to enter demonic transformation again, so be it.

A death qi pattern had formed on the right side of his chest, but there was no reaction from it, and he couldn’t sense any death qi within it. So relying on the death qi pattern for demonic transformation was impossible. Only by unsealing the Coffin of Death again could it bring him into the Demonization State.

Ye Chenfeng shifted his body towards the Coffin of Death.

"Bang!"

Zhou Wufeng’s next slap hit Ye Chenfeng, sending him flying towards the Coffin of Death.

As he flew over to the Coffin, Ye Chenfeng’s hand gripped it tightly, swiftly undoing the seal on it.

His hand had seized the coffin lid.

After the seal broke, Ye Chenfeng pulled the lid open, while suffering another slap, turning his face terrifyingly pale, blood pouring from his mouth. He didn’t want to waste time invoking the Immortal Golden Body by now.

As the coffin lid was pulled open.

Ye Chenfeng’s body rolled directly into the Coffin of Death.

Zhou Wufeng, watching Ye Chenfeng roll into the Coffin, sneered, "So this coffin was prepared for yourself, your game is over. Time to refine you into a corpse puppet, extract your soul demons, and turn your soul into a lamp wick."

And Ye Chenfeng, now in the Coffin of Death.

With the seal fully released, the coffin’s death qi and gloom seeped into his body. The death qi pattern on the right side of his chest, previously inactive even infused with spiritual energy, now began to writhe slowly under the death qi’s guidance. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian.com to vote with a recommendation or monthly ticket. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)