The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3387 - 3382: The Great War with King Feng Yin_1

Yang Chen stood with his hands locked behind his back and remarked, Don’t stretch yourself too thin; your cultivation has just touched the Heaven-appointed Realm. Are there any noticeable shifts?

Over these last few days, I have managed to reclaim most of my cultivation. Supplying the Insect Mother’s Egg drained me significantly, but I have effectively bounced back. Still, because I only recently broke into the Heaven-appointed Realm, I haven't had the time to spawn new insects of this tier. For now, only two evolved beasts follow me capable of matching that power, Xingtong replied.

Learning this did little to ease the tension on Yang Chen’s face.

Only two... Yang Chen muttered.

While a pair of Heaven-appointed Realm insects appeared formidable, both parties understood the Spirit God Race was not a foe to be taken lightly. A standard Spirit God at the Heaven-appointed Realm might easily dismantle multiple opponents of equal caliber. For Xingtong and the Insect Race, mere numerical superiority carried little weight against the Spirit God Race after crossing into the Heaven-appointed Realm.

To command two is quite an achievement. The Heaven-appointed Realm functions differently than the Heaven-separated Realm. Previously, I could churn out infinite insects of the Heaven-separated Realm, and a dozen or more were trivial. But now, even with my best efforts, I doubt I could produce more than six. Having two at my side is a rare feat, Xingtong sighed.

Yang Chen weighed the situation, Then we have no option but to stand our ground. Since you control two Heaven-appointed insects, one must distract the other Spirit Gods while you and your remaining insect partner with me to assault King Feng Yin.

You plan on challenging King Feng Yin? With your current cultivation, it would be far wiser to target Di Zun, Xingtong countered.

Hardly had the words left her lips when the space around them fractured and splintered.

Yang Chen glanced up, witnessing a host of Spirit Gods bursting through the rift in space, descending directly into view.

Led by King Feng Yin, the detachment consisted of over ten elite Spirit God clansmen!

Every single one had achieved the Heaven-appointed Realm status, with the Royal Spirit God, Di Zun, leading the charge among them.

They have arrived! Xingtong exclaimed.

Di Zun barked with malice, Yang Chen, I have you now. Since you were bold enough to misappropriate my relic, I will ensure today becomes a living nightmare for you.

Noticing Xingtong’s elevated status, King Feng Yin let out a chilling sneer, It appears you have refined the Golden Light Relic. Splendid. Since that is the case, prepare to pay for it with your life.

Xingtong giggled, King Feng Yin, do you truly believe you can capture me?

King Feng Yin snarled in response, Insect, we have indulged your race thus far, but have you truly begun to believe yourselves invincible within your rank?

As the exchange ceased, King Feng Yin launched his assault, signaling his subordinates to converge while he personally locked onto Yang Chen.

How should we proceed? Would you like me to tackle Di Zun and the others? Xingtong asked.

I can handle Di Zun, but I wonder if you are capable of holding off King Feng Yin alone, Yang Chen replied.

Xingtong’s frame shuddered; she could not refute him, despite all her tactical planning.

The cold truth remained: she could not stand against King Feng Yin. She was clearly overmatched.

Consequently, Yang Chen’s intervention became mandatory. No matter how it was sliced, Yang Chen’s combat prowess dwarfed that of the Heaven-appointed insect she commanded.

Very well, we strike together! Xingtong agreed quickly as the ripples of King Feng Yin’s attack began washing over them.

A vortex erupted from the earth, spiraling into a hurricane that shattered the local space.

Amidst the swirling debris and dust, Yang Chen and Xingtong veered in opposite directions.

Xingtong prompted her insects into formation; as if rehearsed, one stood at her shoulder, ready to assist Yang Chen in countering King Feng Yin.

The second Heaven-appointed insect charged headlong into the fray, engaging the remaining Spirit Gods.

Yang Chen, we must conclude this swiftly. My second insect cannot sustain this pressure for long. We have at most an hour. Regardless of whether we gain the upper hand or not, if we haven't slain King Feng Yin by then, we must retreat, Xingtong declared.

Yang Chen understood the stakes. He could not expect a solitary insect to hold off ten Heaven-separated Realm Spirit Gods indefinitely.

While those Spirit Gods stood beneath him in power, they were still formidable forces, especially with Di Zun—whose strength broke through the typical constraints of the Heaven-separated Realm—in their ranks.

If the entire group combined their might, even a Heaven-appointed cultivator would face grave peril.

I understand, Yang Chen replied, his gaze fixed on the distant figure of King Feng Yin.

For the moment, the King’s icy eyes remained locked on Xingtong.

Clearly, in his estimation, she presented the primary hazard.

Laughing cruelly, King Feng Yin stated, Xingtong, you have chosen to abandon the heavens and walk straight into the mouth of hell, haven't you? Did you really think reaching the Heaven-appointed Realm would allow you to stand against me? It seems I must instruct you on the reality of our power gap.

With those words, he struck with a single palm.

That simple palm strike caused the heavens themselves to tremble, unleashing a torrent of laws that ravaged everything in its path, rendering it nearly impossible to block.

Xingtong’s expression hardened as she countered, weaving her own laws into the chaotic swirl to engage the King.

Watching their brief, brutal collision, Yang Chen drew a sharp breath.

Xingtong, even with her insect companion, was being pushed back rapidly, illustrating the terrifying disparity in their strength.

If this continued, her defeat was guaranteed.

Since their fates were entwined, Yang Chen could not allow her to be crushed.

As King Feng Yin surged forward, Yang Chen summoned his two spirits: the Crimson Ox Soul and the Spirit of the Firefox!

The spirits manifested instantly, launching a simultaneous ambush from behind the King!

King Feng Yin felt the strike coming, yet he paid it little mind. Regardless of Yang Chen’s tricks, in his eyes, he was still nothing more than a Heaven-separated Realm pretender!