Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

The Demon Imprint is a type of innate mark of the demon clan, allowing them to possess incredible energy beyond limits.

Although highly formidable, not many in the demon clan can awaken the Demon Imprint.

No one expected that Mo Tian turned out to be the holder of the Demon Imprint.

Once the Demon Imprint is activated, one's powers will significantly increase, enough to elevate a demon martial artist to an entirely new level.

Unexpectedly, Mo Tian activated the Demon Imprint at such a moment.

Seeing this, Mo Ling's face grew increasingly grim: "It looks like Lin Chen is in trouble."

As Mo Tian activated the Demon Imprint, the balance of power shifted greatly.

Everyone knew that Mo Tian, with the Demon Imprint activated, was now much stronger, making it difficult for even someone as powerful as Lin Chen to withstand him.

Mo Tian looked at Lin Chen with a cold gaze and grinned maliciously, "Kid, didn't expect to force me to use the Demon Imprint here. Now, as a reward, how should I kill you?"

Mo Tian now looked a bit ragged, but with his overwhelming momentum, a sinister smile emerged in his eyes.

Seeing this, Lin Chen's eyes filled with icy intent, his gaze sharpening as he suddenly shot backward.

Swish!

Almost the moment Lin Chen retreated, a bizarre silhouette appeared at his previous location, and a sharp blade light aimed straight for Lin Chen's chest.

Mo Tian's speed had drastically increased, so much so that Lin Chen barely had time to react and could only block with the Tianyan Ancient Sword.

Clang!

The blade light struck the sword, sending a numbing sensation through Lin Chen's hands.

In that instant, Lin Chen felt that Mo Tian's power had grown far stronger than before.

Lin Chen was knocked back by Mo Tian's attack, his body recoiling. If not for his quick reflexes, that strike might have pierced through his chest.

Mo Tian's eyes flickered coldly, "Kid, let's see how many strikes you can block."

With that, Mo Tian held a black treasure blade, his face reflecting a sinister killing intent, and the next moment, he transformed into countless afterimages launching out.

Lin Chen's expression shifted, fiery wings unfurling from his back, and he rapidly retreated.

Swish!

Just as Lin Chen retreated, a violent blade light fell where he had just been.

Immediately, Mo Tian appeared right in front of Lin Chen, a flurry of wild attacks engulfing him.

High in the sky, Lin Chen was continually on the defensive, while Mo Tian, wielded the formidable power of the Demon Imprint to launch a frenzied assault, leaving Lin Chen only able to defend and evade, with no room to retaliate.

Seeing this, everyone inhaled sharply, aware that Lin Chen was in deep trouble this time.

Moreover, everyone knew, if Lin Chen were slain, none of the immortals or demons here would survive.

Everyone watched the sky closely, afraid to even breathe.

If this continues, Lin Chen will be slain before long!

Feng Jiu's expression was grave, watching Lin Chen continually dodging in the sky, he said in a deep voice.

"Let's assist Lin Chen and fight Mo Tian," Li Feng said.

Feng Jiu shook his head, "Their battle level is way beyond our capability. If we intervene, we'll just be a burden to Lin Chen."

Mo Ling anxiously said, "We can't just watch Lin Chen be slain like this."

Just then, Feng Jiu's eyes narrowed sharply.

"No, this isn't Lin Chen's style; he seems to be preparing something!"

Hearing Feng Jiu's words, everyone was momentarily stunned.

But Mo Ling shook his head and said, "Mo Tian activated the Demon Imprint; no matter how skillful Lin Chen is, it's hard to be a match for Mo Tian."

At this moment, Mo Tian savagely pursued Lin Chen: "Kid, where's your previous swagger? Now you're like a stray dog, being hunted by me."

Mo Tian's sinister eyes were tauntingly ridiculing.

Yet Lin Chen showed no reaction to Mo Tian's ridicule, merely dodging frantically while channeling a stream of spiritual power into a seven-colored lotus.

Mo Tian slashed at Lin Chen multiple times, but Lin Chen evaded them all.

Suddenly, Mo Tian sneered, "Kid, I admit you can dodge, but can those immortals below dodge?"

Mo Tian snorted coldly, bringing down his black bloodstained blade.

A blade light spanning dozens of meters didn't slash towards Lin Chen but aimed at the immortal disciples' direction instead.

The immortals below were already severely injured, unable to withstand Mo Tian's fatal strike.

Seeing the blade light descending like lightning, everyone's expression turned ugly.

Feng Jiu and Li Feng's faces changed, preparing to intercept the attack at any cost.

Just as they were about to move, a figure suddenly appeared before them like lightning, slashing away the blade light with a single strike.

However, though the blade light was dispersed, a wound was carved into Lin Chen's shoulder by the intense blade light.

Bright red blood gushed out, flowing down.

"Lin Chen!"

Seeing this, Feng Jiu, Li Feng, and Shangguan Wan'er all cried out in alarm.

They knew Lin Chen got injured because he shielded the many immortal disciples from that strike.

Seeing Lin Chen risking his life to protect the immortal disciples, Mo Tian's sinister smile lingered at his lips.

"Kid, you are indeed sentimental, but can you still evade this?" Mo Tian tauntingly stared at Lin Chen.

Lin Chen glanced at the wound on his shoulder, not at all frightened; instead, he smiled: "Why would I run?"

At this moment, Lin Chen's eyes shimmered with deadly resolve, intensely staring at Mo Tian brimming with fighting spirit.

"You enjoyed yourself and had a good time slashing, but now it's my turn."

Lin Chen grinned fiercely, then reached out with palms, mysterious rays shot out from the seven-colored lotus.

Gnashing his teeth, Lin Chen bit his index finger, a strand of vital blood appeared at last.

Beneath Lin Chen's feet, a seven-colored lotus array plate appeared, rapidly expanding with the outflow of his vital blood, enveloping the entire valley in an instant.

Amidst the heavens and earth, a strong soul fluctuation and enormous energy appeared within the seven-colored lotus formation.

As the array manifested, Lin Chen's complexion paled somewhat; he gazed at Mo Tian, a bone-chilling voice echoed through the valley.

"Even if you've activated the Demon Imprint, I will slay you. You don't deserve to exist in this world."

As the words fell, multicolored beams swiftly gathered in the sky, weaving into an ancient light formation.

This formation was extremely mysterious and intricate, the faces of those observing its pulsating energy were filled with shock.

The energy contained within this formation was like a vast ocean, endless and immense.

"What formation is this?!"