Merging with Demon Spirits

After saying that, he just flew away without wasting any words.

The losses for each major faction this time were indeed enormous. The sudden closing of the Space Gate, with no known cause, had also triggered panic.

If the other factions refused to cooperate, they’d just have to give up.

After the Dragon King left, Tian Qian’s expression changed slightly.

Honestly, he agreed with what the Dragon King said.

Their losses were great, but the Human Race also suffered heavily, while powerhouses from the Divine Martial Continent outnumbered the Human Realm by far.

For them, losing a few people wasn’t a big deal.

Even if everyone died, Tian Qian wouldn’t care much.

What truly pained him was the death of his mount.

Compared to Dragon King Hall, Celestial Hall suffered the most this time. If Dragon King Hall took the lead, he’d be more than happy to cooperate.

But he hadn’t expected the Dragon King to just leave directly.

"Ten years isn’t long. Maybe it won’t even take ten years."

Jiu Li said, gazing at the departing Dragon King’s back.

Given the frequency of the Space Gate’s appearance and the speed of fusion, a full-scale invasion might not require ten years at all.

For an Emperor’s endless lifespan, a decade was nothing.

If it weren’t for the problem with the World’s Heart, dragging things out for dozens or even hundreds of years wouldn’t matter.

The longer it took, the more numerous and stable the Space Gates would be, which was only to their benefit.

But now, the invasion plan had clearly been forced to a halt.

"Regardless of whether it was Lin Feng or not, this time Lin Feng’s team went on a rampage, slaughtering our people. Their bounty gets directly doubled."

Jiu Li’s voice was filled with chilling murderous intent as he spoke.

...

At this moment, Lin Feng had no idea his bounty had risen to two trillion.

That reward already surpassed most Emperors.

Right now, Lin Feng was lying on the couch with his family, watching TV and enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

The comfortable and safe environment let Lin Feng fully relax. Dressed in a loose T-shirt and shorts, he slumped into the soft sofa.

The whole family watched TV together. On the screen were scenes of people cheering and celebrating on the streets, as well as interviews with passersby.

"Of course I’m happy, this is great news!"

"Starting tomorrow, we have to really work hard, otherwise we’ll let down those who sacrificed themselves!"

"Thank you to the soldiers, volunteers, and everyone who worked quietly behind the scenes. They’re the true heroes."

"Naturally, Lin Feng’s squad is the most badass—killed over ten Kings."

"Heh, what’s Xie Yixiao compared to that? What record or qualification does he have to compete with Lin Feng? Glory Stars are nothing but a bunch of cowardly actors, only good on stage! Of course, Ye Xing and Yun Tianqi aren’t included in that."

Listening to the interviews and the praises for Lin Feng, the family felt proud and full of pride.

Ma Lele munched on some chips, turned to Lin Feng, and asked curiously,

"Bro, in the end who got the Key?"

The news hadn’t mentioned who got the Key—people across the country were speculating and gossiping about it.

"I don’t know either."

Lin Feng shook his head as he answered.

If this got out, it would definitely help his reputation—might even push his fame to its peak. But after all, he wasn’t a King yet. Too much fame would just make his situation more dangerous.

It was enough not to miss out on the rewards he deserved.

Facing four Kings at once and settling it in under two minutes—this was a one-sided massacre that would make even his strength suspicious.

All members of the Avengers Alliance had agreed to stick to the same story. To anyone’s questions, they’d just say they didn’t know.

If Hong Tao or his group pressed them, they would answer: Lin Feng entered the Barrier, ambushed and killed one first, then with stand-in Soul Skill and working together with Ye Xing and Ye Qiu, they switched and killed the remaining three Kings.

Ye Xing and Ye Qiu both refined Earth Chart demon spirits, and in close combat, they were virtually invincible—handling a King wasn’t a problem.

This explanation would definitely raise suspicion, since even with two, taking on three Kings at once would be tough.

But the story wasn’t utterly unbelievable—good coordination really could make it possible.

"Oh."

Ma Lele nodded and kept eating chips, not thinking too much about it.

"The exact casualties among the volunteers and soldiers are still being investigated. According to orders, tomorrow at exactly three in the afternoon, the memorial will be held outside the Land of Chaos base, to bid farewell to the fallen heroes!"

As the TV host spoke, images flashed across the screen of those confirmed dead. The atmosphere became instantly heavy.

At that moment, the cheers outside the hotel began to grow faint, until they finally stopped, replaced by faint cries and shouts of ’hero’ drifting in.

"So pitiful..."

Lin Fang’s eyes brimmed with tears. The cries of those who lost loved ones made her feel not only sympathy, but also a chill of fear.

If Lin Feng hadn’t come back, she didn’t dare imagine how she could ever face that!

Lin Feng could feel his mother’s body trembling slightly. He grasped her hand and smiled, "It’s okay."

Her son’s hand helped Lin Fang calm down.

She smiled at her son, a warm and gratified smile.

He was only twenty, but Lin Feng was already the pillar of the family, their pride and support.

"It’ll be fine. Nothing’s going to happen. Absolutely not!"

Sweeping his eyes over his little sister, his big sister, his mother, and Old Ma’s faces, Lin Feng secretly promised himself.

No matter what, he wasn’t going to let anyone ruin any of this!

Lin Feng didn’t keep watching TV, but pulled out his phone instead.

After a day in the Land of Chaos, he’d received a lot of messages.

Some were from Gao Hai and Yang Fan, some from clubmates and classmates, mostly asking if he was safe and when he’d return to Guanglin.

There were also some from sponsor companies, generally just polite congratulations and messages of concern.

Lin Feng didn’t reply—they could see his safety on TV anyway.

What surprised Lin Feng, though, was a message from Ya Ge.

"Safe and sound!"

Just four words, but Lin Feng felt a little conflicted.

Setting the phone down, Lin Feng said to his family, "I’m going to my room to rest for a bit."

"Go on, get some good rest. We’ll call you at dinner!" said Lin Fang.

After a whole day of fighting, he really did need to rest.

Lin Feng returned to his room and closed the door.

He made his way slowly to the bathroom, stood in front of the sink, and began taking off his clothes.

"Demon Transformation!"

As Soul Power rippled faintly through him, he saw in the mirror that a pair of devil horns were growing backward from his forehead. The black horns spiraled, his pupils quickly changing, turning gray-brown. His whole skeleton crackled, his body shooting up, breaking two meters twenty.

His muscles swelled and expanded, a layer of black, keratinous armor coated his skin, granting him a massively enhanced defense.

On top of that keratin, mysterious blood-colored patterns appeared all over his body.

A pair of pitch-black featherless wings unfurled from his back.

At the same time, his hair rapidly grew longer, darkening from black to dark red, and a pair of pale fangs protruded from his mouth.

"Fish Dragon Transformation and Blood Cry."

As the cultivation technique ran, his image in the mirror changed again, the demon-like Lin Feng mutating further.

His frame grew larger, gray-brown eyes burning crimson-purple, now tinged with a bloodthirsty hue. His body ballooned in size, and sheets of black Dragon Scales covered his former Demon Armor. His Demon Wings grew mightier, covered with purplish-red scales throughout.

The pair of black demon horns also grew, sharpening and twisting, looking ever more menacing.

A massive surge of Qi and Blood Power swirled around him.

Meanwhile, his originally fair arms were now plate after plate of black scales, and as searing pain tore through his back—like something was about to burst free—the next second, another four arms, each covered in the same black scales, appeared in the mirror.

Three meters tall, his body covered with dragon scales and keratin armor, a terrifying surge of Qi and Blood Power, and six arms sheathed in black scales...

Staring at his reflection, feeling the tide of power swelling inside, Lin Feng’s lips curled into a faint smile.

In this state, what could a King do to him?