Ye Chenfeng struggles against the formidable Zhou Wufeng, suffering severe injuries after his demonic transformation. Despite his weakened state, he is determined to protect Cheng Yuanmu and Cheng Yiyao, who rush to his aid but are also struck down by Zhou Wufeng. As Zhou Wufeng prepares to torture Ye Chenfeng further, Ye Chenfeng makes a desperate move, unsealing the Coffin of Death and rolling inside.
Layers upon layers of death energy unfurled from the Coffin of Death.
Zhou Wufeng, his visage entirely decayed, had previously unleashed the Coffin of Death at Ye Chenfeng’s behest, only for it to be sealed anew, thus he had detected no significant alteration within the artifact. Now, sensing the potent death energy radiating from the Coffin of Death, Zhou Wufeng's lips twisted into a smirk. "Could this coffin actually be a treasure? Is it perhaps the legendary Dark Immortal Artifact? For I, Zhou Wufeng, to stumble upon it; this coffin now belongs to me."
With haste, Zhou Wufeng advanced towards the Coffin of Death.
Meanwhile, Ye Chenfeng, having fallen into the coffin, observed the writhing black Death Qi Patterns etched upon his right chest. These patterns expanded, circle after circle, across his torso. The intricate black Death Qi Patterns continued their relentless spread over Ye Chenfeng’s entire body, rapidly suffusing him with rings of death energy patterns, then advancing onto his arms, and finally, his countenance too became adorned with these dark markings.
His physical form was now entirely devoid of ambient death energy; all invading tendrils of death were assimilated by the patterns.
Though no death energy resided within him, every motion and every respiration he took pulsed with the essence of death.
Ye Chenfeng, fully emblazoned with the black Death Qi Patterns, maintained his awareness, yet a consuming craving for slaughter began to fester within him. The ephemeral sensation of spiritual energy vanished without a trace, replaced by potent urges for annihilation that made his blood boil.
At this critical juncture,
Zhou Wufeng reached the very front of the Coffin of Death. The old ghost accompanying him remained oblivious to the transformations occurring within the coffin, his imposing aura continuing to surge, yet he could not overcome the unnerving stiffness that gripped his body.
Cheng Yuanmu, the aged steward, and a gasping Cheng Yiyao uttered sighs of profound despair, their hearts heavy with guilt towards Ye Chenfeng, casting blame upon themselves for his current predicament. Had it not been for them, Ye Chenfeng might have ascended triumphantly in the Ancient Realm.
Zhou Wufeng made to seize Ye Chenfeng from within the Coffin of Death, but his gaze intensified with avarice upon witnessing the figure inside.
With a thunderous "boom!"
Ye Chenfeng, his consciousness intact, erupted with resplendent black light from the Death Qi Patterns that enveloped him. An intense torrent of death energy and an overwhelming urge to kill surged forth forcefully from his core.
Completely unprepared, Zhou Wufeng was battered by the emanating death energy and the palpable killing intent, staggering back five to six paces. A gaping wound appeared upon his body, from which, instead of blood, a thick, viscous green pus seeped forth.
The putrid flesh surrounding the injury writhed, mending with remarkable speed.
This astonishing spectacle left the old ghost and the other observers in a state of utter shock.
Ye Chenfeng, now a figure of terrifying power cloaked in Death Qi Patterns, ascended from the Coffin of Death, his expression a mask of ultimate bloodlust, his mind a maelstrom of murderous thoughts.
Retaining his faculties, Ye Chenfeng’s imposing presence escalated wildly, a feral grin stretching across his face. "Do you favor this coffin? It seems you are in a desperate hurry to perish? Then, consider your wish granted."
Ye Chenfeng stepped forth from the Coffin of Death, with a powerful kick sending it soaring towards the heavens.
Adorned with Death Qi Patterns, Ye Chenfeng radiated an unnerving aura, his patterns glowing with black luminescence. Though his cultivation remained at the Initial Stage of the Divine King Realm, his sheer momentum was formidable enough to contend with Zhou Wufeng’s might.
Zhou Wufeng's eyes blazed with indignation as he bellowed, "Is this your trump card? Do you truly believe this display will allow you to vanquish me? The Initial Stage of the Divine King Realm is, after all, merely the Initial Stage."
"Oh? Is that so?" Ye Chenfeng’s bloodthirsty smile widened.
This conscious Demonization State proved far more potent than his previous, unthinking state.
Death energy billowed forth from his patterns, swirling densely around him.
Meanwhile, the Coffin of Death descended from the sky. As it landed before Ye Chenfeng, he struck its underside, channeling spiritual energy into it.
Within this conscious Demonization State, Ye Chenfeng commanded the death energy originating from the coffin, bringing the entire Coffin of Death under his absolute control.
The instant spiritual energy was infused, the Coffin of Death rapidly expanded, hurtling towards Zhou Wufeng.
The coffin swelled to many times its original size, engulfing Zhou Wufeng completely within its confines.
Before Zhou Wufeng could extricate himself, Ye Chenfeng followed, flipping the Coffin of Death upside down upon the ground, thereby trapping Zhou Wufeng irrevocably inside.
Positioned at the inverted base of the coffin, Ye Chenfeng pressed his palm against it, spiritual energy erupting outwards, and the Death Qi Patterns pulsed with dark light.
No death energy managed to escape the enlarged coffin; all of its power was contained tumultuously within, surging and crashing relentlessly.
Zhou Wufeng, ensnared within.
The coffin's inherent death energy and killing intent focused solely on him, the eerie death energy insidiously permeating his body, progressively rendering him immobile.
Engulfed by this onslaught of death energy and murderous intent, Zhou Wufeng commenced to wither away at a pace startlingly evident to the eye.
Trapped and unable to escape, Zhou Wufeng's form disintegrated with increasing rapidity, signaling his ultimate demise once the decay permeated his being. In desperation, he cried out, "Young man, let us bring this to a close. You may depart at your leisure, and your conflicts with the Zhous shall be resolved."
Faintly catching Ye Chenfeng’s icy retort, Zhou Wufeng desperately amplified his power within the coffin. Yet, the death energy, intensified to its apex by Ye Chenfeng, instilled a terror far surpassing the minor emanations from the coffin itself.
Confronted by the relentless barrage of this deathly energy and killing intent, Zhou Wufeng found himself utterly defenseless, observing his body progressively decay.
Until at last,
Zhou Wufeng's entire body decayed within the coffin, transforming into naught but a pool of blood.
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