Abyss Summoner

It stared at Chen Feng, its eyes unmoving, yet its will remained as resolute as iron, like an impenetrable wall, attempting to devour Chen Feng’s soul.

It made its choice with actions.

No compromise, no surrender, it was determined to seize Chen Feng’s body!

"Insolence!"

Chen Feng erupted in fury, his muscles tensed, his face flushed red with rage. A shattered White Dragon dared to flaunt its power before him; this was courting death!

At this moment, Chen Feng’s spiritual power erupted like a volcano, surging outward in all directions.

The White Dragon was afraid.

Even if it had managed to suppress Chen Feng briefly with its past might, ultimately, it was just a remnant soul, dreaming of challenging the power of rules was nothing but a fool’s dream.

The White Dragon was horrified...

Currently, it possessed only one percent of its original power, and even its power of the soul was incomplete. Clinging to Chen Feng with its last ounce of resentment, it had awaited the moment when Chen Feng would reveal a weakness, so it could obliterate his soul and achieve a semblance of rebirth.

But now, Chen Feng’s resistance had far exceeded the White Dragon’s expectations.

This human was far more terrifying than it had imagined.

Within the broken soul of the White Dragon, a sense of sorrow emerged. This power was beyond its reach; Chen Feng’s soul was like a tsunami, storming toward it.

"Roar..."

The White Dragon let out a sound filled with endless hatred. It had been so close, just a little more, and it would have succeeded, but now, everything had vanished like smoke, and it, this undefeated giant demon across countless dimensions, was ultimately defeated by Chen Feng...

At that moment, the deadly eyes of the White Dragon fixed deeply on Chen Feng, as if trying to memorize every expression and feature, emanating killing intent like a blade, piercing Chen Feng’s body and even his bones.

Dragon Slayer!

In contrast, Chen Feng appeared more like a dragon-slaying warrior at this time; he harnessed the power of the array to restrain the White Dragon, his spine as straight as a javelin, neither arrogant nor weak, with the composure of a strong person showing in his eyes.

Of course, he was aware of the White Dragon’s hatred towards him. If it were in its prime, a truly Golden Tier Undead Dragon seeking to strip him of his body, Chen Feng might have felt some fear.

But now, its strength was nothing but a remnant of the past; now it was just a fragment of a soul, what fear could Chen Feng have?!

At this moment, Chen Feng’s spirit, energy, and mind became one, and he channeled all his power into his consciousness.

Devour!

"Whoosh!"

A strong suction came, and the air seemed to freeze; time completely stopped at this instant!

The White Dragon disappeared!

And at that moment, Chen Feng opened his eyes.

He was panting heavily, his expression still calm, but his back was soaked with sweat. The Dark Elf and Inferior Demon guarding him had no idea about the peril he’d just faced.

Even he hadn’t anticipated that the White Dragon would transform into a wraith and follow him, eagerly leaping out to destroy his consciousness as soon as he had fallen asleep.

However, the White Dragon overestimated itself and underestimated Chen Feng.

A mere wraith attempting to possess a Summoner’s body was nothing but a fool’s dream.

Nonetheless, Chen Feng would not forget what he had just experienced, the wraith of the White Dragon serving as a stark warning; compared to the Annihilation Ant Emperor, this was his first true confrontation with a Golden Tier opponent in a physical brawl.

Golden Tier.

This was a level far beyond any silver being, and if a White Dragon was like this, then those creatures adept at mental attacks, if their physical bodies were destroyed, could they also find other means of revival?

Chen Feng sat up.

In an instant, all sleepiness vanished.