Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Mad Blade looked at Yang Fei, noticing something was off, and quickly supported his arm.

"What's wrong, Chief Instructor?"

Yang Fei gritted his teeth hard, and a sentence slipped out through the gaps.

"Everyone, be careful, there's something off about this place."

As he said this, Yang Fei felt an overwhelming oppression, like a monstrous wave crashing down on him.

A tremendous fear struck his heart.

His knees went weak, feeling as if he didn't kneel, he would face eternal doom.

In this moment, Yang Fei's natural pride and a certain roguish spirit deep inside him were triggered.

"If death is it, then so be it, but don't even think about making me kneel."

Yang Fei let out a wild roar, withdrew the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army, with a clang, and stabbed it into the ground.

He used this sword as a pillar to support himself.

Strangely, only Yang Fei felt such a crisis, while Mad Blade and the others felt nothing unusual.

Seeing Yang Fei in such agony, everyone was shocked and turned pale.

"Master, how are you?"

Ye Shengge and Ye Liuguang rushed forward, wanting to support Yang Fei, but Shi Kong stopped them.

He looked solemn: "If you trust me, then don't go over."

"Yang Fei has already felt the divine will; if he can comprehend this power, it will greatly benefit his Martial Arts cultivation."

"Hmph, trust you? Not likely, what kind of trap did you set for our Chief Instructor?"

Fan Yi gripped the dagger, rushing forward, openly displaying his hostility.

At the same time, other Evil Dragon Soldier Kings also drew their weapons, surrounding Shi Kong.

Cui Xiang withdrew the Fire God Cannon, its eight-barreled muzzle aiming blackly at Shi Kong.

"If anything happens to our Chief Instructor, we'll tear you apart."

Yet Shi Kong remained in front of everyone, showing not a trace of fear.

He chuckled coldly: "Yang Fei has already sensed the Martial Will of the divine; if they recklessly disturb him now, he might turn into a demon."

He raised his hand high.

"You Evil Dragon Brothers, full of loyalty; if anything really happens to Yang Fei, I'm willing to pay with my life."

Seeing that this guy wasn't afraid of death, and fearing that Yang Fei really might compulsively deviate, none dared to act rashly.

Ye Shengge and Ye Liuguang, seeing Yang Fei in danger and seemingly losing it, bit their lips.

They were anxious and worried, like feeling the heat of boiling oil.

At this moment, Yang Fei's mind had already fallen into utter chaos.

He felt an irresistible mighty will trying to invade his brain, take over his body and actions.

Yang Fei was drenched in cold sweat, maintaining a thread of clarity in his heart.

A thought slowly rose in his mind.

"Damn it, could there really be ghosts in this world? Possessed by a ghost?"

Yang Fei clenched his teeth, feeling that powerful will trying to make him kneel and submit.

It seemed that if Yang Fei knelt, he could escape the current predicament and torment.

However, in his life, Yang Fei knelt to heaven and earth, but never to any person.

Making him kneel in submission was harder than killing him.

Yang Fei gritted his teeth fiercely, his entire body exuding True Martial Qi Energy.

The Essence Qi above his head soared skyward like smoke signals.

He sensed that mighty will in the void was starting to roar angrily.

Poof!

Yang Fei bit the tip of his tongue, enduring with difficulty.

The opposing will was too strong, attacking like a storm; Yang Fei didn't even have a moment to unleash Tortoise Extreme Force.

To the east of the ruined city, on a black rocky mountain, the Grand Priest in a white robe suddenly felt a tremor in spirit.

She raised her head, glancing at the blood-red sky.

In the sky, blood-colored clouds rapidly gathered above the ruins city, changing to form a vague face.

This face was flat like a pancake, yet the grinning mouth, prominent nose, and deep eyes were vivid.

Especially the pupils, faintly flashing electric lights, as if a bolt of lightning might strike at any moment.

A look of surprise passed over the Grand Priest's face.

"So quickly, that boy sensed the divine will?"

Not far away, Jian Xu crossed his arms, expression extremely serious.

"Ning Lang, did you notice? This time, the god is very angry; even heavenly phenomena are manifesting."

The Grand Priest Ning Lang, reminded by Jian Xu, suddenly realized.

"You're right, I recall that during my countless encounters with the divine, such phenomena only occurred twice."

As they spoke, the face formed by clouds in the sky became more animated, thunder echoing in the air.

The Grand Priest's mouth opened wide: "Heaven's thunder... this indicates..."

She glanced at Jian Xu, having an ominous guess she dared not voice.

Jian Xu shook his head: "Hard to say, with the heavens in upheaval, we should remain still, observe, and avoid bringing calamity upon ourselves."

"Even if only one ten-thousandth of the divine will remains, we cannot bear it."

Within Bai Qi Divine Tomb, Yang Fei's resolve was on the brink of collapse.

He felt the divine will surge over like endless waves.

He was like a lone boat, tossed up and down in the storm, ready to capsize at any moment.

Everyone sensed something was wrong, but no one dared speak, lest they disturb Yang Fei.

Everyone seemed like statues, immobile, only heavy breathing faintly audible.

Yang Fei knew if it continued, his mind would be devoured by the divine will, ending in madness or idiocy.

He sharply bit his tongue once more, the pain waking his mind.

Seizing this moment, Yang Fei activated the Tortoise Extreme, suppressing the divine will.

In his mind, he seemed to hear a mighty frightened cry.

"King..."

With this shout, Yang Fei's pressure abruptly lessened; the immense oppression retreated like the tide.

At that moment, the Grand Priest and Jian Xu were observing the celestial signs.

The Grand Priest looked at the increasingly distinct face in the sky, its vague features gradually clarifying.

The lightning in the eyes was already producing rumbling thunder.

He couldn't help but be somewhat astounded.

"As expected of the Martial God's disciple, enduring the divine will's impact for so long."

Jian Xu shook his head: "I sense he won't last much longer either."

"Heh, the kid doesn't know his limits, this time he's in for a big loss."

The Grand Priest's face also showed satisfaction.

"The Spider Queen used the divine will to trap me for ten years; this retribution falls on the Martial God's disciple, poetic justice, haha."

Right then, the massive face formed by blood-red clouds in the sky suddenly changed dramatically,

and the sinister grin and satisfaction on that giant face suddenly turned into overwhelming reverence and respect.

"King..."