Abyss Summoner

It is worth mentioning that Vicna’s appearance is that of a skeleton. Yes, as a Divine Spirit, although it possesses the ability to transform and rebuild flesh, it mostly walks the human world in skeletal form.

This might be an accident.

Chen Feng also hopes it was an accident.

In fact, some Evil Gods have power so immense that even when they manifest, they gradually lose their strength due to the corrosion of the Human World, eventually disappearing from this land.

If Vicna uses this place as a site for preaching, it would surely leave behind some Believers. However, strangely enough, the entire "island" doesn’t have a single person, which is puzzling.

Chen Feng walked back, simulating everything that had happened in his mind.

A crack appeared, an Evil God noticed this place. In a short time, it had no opportunity to preach. Before its power dissipated, it could only return this land to silence. Thus, slaughter occurred.

Without the presence of zealous Believers, Vicna obviously wouldn’t easily trust the survivors on this land, and the only end for these life forms was death.

Beasts, bugs, humans, all instantly became prey waiting to be slaughtered. Chen Feng didn’t know how long it took, but one certainty was that these creatures posed no threat to Vicna’s avatar.

Because there were no visible signs of a fight nearby, under the intimidation of the hidden Divine Spirit, every living being had its life taken silently.

The damaged Dimension is like an unknown choice, but no one knows if it opens up to a coffin burying bones or a treasure trove scattered with gold.

With Chen Feng’s current strength, it wouldn’t be difficult to kill all the life on this island. But, humans are humans, not brainless worms from the Abyss.

If Chen Feng really did that, it wouldn’t only be his body; at that time, his entire soul would be assimilated by Demons, truly becoming a Blazing Demon.

The Demon Bloodline brings both advantages and disadvantages; on one hand, it bestows immense power, but on the other, it also makes Chen Feng cruel and violent.

For Chen Feng, he does everything with a clear conscience. It’s understandable to kill anyone who blocks his path, but if he were to truly become a bloodthirsty demon, slaughtering indiscriminately, by then, besides his body, even his soul would become a chaotic being.

The expression of the Dark Elf was equally complex; what she had just witnessed was too shocking for even her to bear, but mostly, it was a feeling of powerlessness.

Compared to Chen Feng’s strength, the Dark Elf was only at Silver Peak, and approaching death, the pressure she felt was far more intense than Chen Feng’s.

She realized that once truly facing such an opponent, she had no chance of escape, only a dead end awaited her.

"Power!"

The Dark Elf looked at Chen Feng’s back, slowly clenched her fist, knowing exactly what she must do next.

...............

"Go!"

Stepping on the back of the Bottom-dwelling Demon Fish, Chen Feng ordered the creature without hesitation. Everything here made him uncomfortable; if possible, he hoped the sea could drown everything.

Since the truth couldn’t be overturned, all that could be done was to bury it.

The Bottom-dwelling Demon Fish’s massive body roamed above the sea, and only after about an hour did Chen Feng finally emerge from the earlier discomfort.

Having seen things on the island that couldn’t be solved with memory, Chen Feng was eager for this exploration to succeed, as he greatly needed a Dragon Blood ritual.

Back then, to surpass Silver Peak, Chen Feng didn’t hesitate to provoke the Red Dragon, hoping to use its blood to gain strength, and now, the power of this White Dragon seemed even more terrifying than the Red Dragon’s. Once defeated, using the White Dragon’s blood for a ritual would not only further transform his demon form but also significantly amplify his strength—not to mention the series of resistances the Dragon Blood would grant.

White Dragons are the rarest among dragons; they only adapt to cold climates. With a length of just twenty-four feet, their intelligence is far lower than their kind. They are most suited for morning tasks typically like scouting and investigating. The Frozen Qi they breathe is their most formidable weapon. Unfortunately, due to their low intelligence, only a few White Dragons can cast spells.

White Dragons are one of the Five-Colored Dragons.

Five-Colored Dragons include Black Dragons, Blue Dragons, Green Dragons, Red Dragons, and White Dragons. They are all fierce and evil, and the Evil Dragon goddess Tiamat is their object of worship. Her image is a five-headed Giant Dragon, each head a different color: black, blue, green, white, red.

Dragons are terrifying creatures.

From the beginning, Chen Feng had known this, especially after experiencing the events on the island. Compared to earlier ease, at this moment, Chen Feng’s expression had become grave as the Bottom-dwelling Demon Fish swam deeper and deeper.

The surroundings became colder.

This was somewhat strange.

Understandably, even though the ocean is generally colder than inland areas due to the sea’s temperatures originally being lower than the surroundings, this cold was now bone-chilling.

Chen Feng wasn’t affected due to the Flame Demon’s bloodline, but around him, the Nagas’ movements had noticeably slowed.

"On guard!"

Chen Feng waved his hand, knowing the abnormal would always reveal itself. Now was a time for caution.

Suddenly, before Chen Feng appeared an iceberg.

The iceberg stood at around forty meters tall, its azure blue ice seeming to carry other powers. Nearby, vegetation was frozen, faintly showing giant fish beneath the iceberg, devoid of life. No one dared approach this bizarre, abrupt iceberg; even a fool knew it meant danger.

This iceberg had existed for quite some time.

Threads of cold air spread around, causing a sharp decrease in the surrounding temperature.

This startling iceberg floated on the sea, evoking surprise. The Nagas’ behavior became abnormal; logically, these Nagas were masters of swimming, living for years hundreds of meters underwater, already somewhat resistant to cold, but now they seemed to encounter a terrifying force, uncontrollably trembling.

Even the Bottom-dwelling Demon Fish shared their response, halting its advance, emitting sorrowful sounds from its mouth. Clearly, something terrifying had made them react this way.

Vaguely.

Chen Feng seemed to hear some sounds among the chilly winds. He casually walked to the front of the Bottom-dwelling Demon Fish, then said in a deep voice, "Wait for me. I’ll go take a look."

Dragon hunting is extremely dangerous.

Originally meant as bait, the Nagas had obviously become weakened by the Giant Dragon’s might, now merely complicating things. Best left here, if worst came to worst, then surely as a last resort to buy time for survival.

Chen Feng hadn’t forgotten the Dark Elf; he turned, pointed faintly at her, "Stay here. If you spot any Giant Dragons appear, use all your strength to shoot!"

The Dark Elf seemed excited; even in the Abyss, dragon slaying was a remarkable feat, but she knew not to disrupt Chen Feng, nodding, "Rest assured, Master, I will guard this position!"

This was good.

Chen Feng was now without worries; now, he must explore this massive glacier unwalked by others.