Those evil spirits chasing after him didn’t care about any of this. Seeing their prey had stopped and was no longer fleeing, they were very excited, gleefully crying out as they pounced towards Chu Feng.
In the face of danger, Chu Feng instinctively unleashed streaks of Sword Qi to slash at them.
Every time he struck his target, the evil spirit would let out a wail.
However, Chu Feng also noticed some evil spirits were ordinary, while others were more formidable. Their bodies were not only larger than that of the average evil spirit, but also more solidified.
These larger evil spirits could spit out black fog to block Chu Feng’s Sword Qi slashes.
Too many ants can kill an elephant; the endless evil spirits at present, with their extremely tricky ways of attacking, made Chu Feng dizzy and hallucinate.
"What a pity, if I had the cultivation of a Great Sword Master and could use sword light, I would be capable of dealing with them. Sword Qi attacks are, after all, still too weak."
Chu Feng dared not let them get close, so he could only fight while retreating.
He quickly reached the edge of the Abyss.
At that point, seven large evil spirits formed a strange formation and charged towards Chu Feng.
They all spewed out streams of black fog from their mouths, which then connected together, forming a fearsome black python that bit towards Chu Feng.
Chu Feng’s Sword Qi slashes were as futile as a mantis trying to shake a tree.
As he was about to be entwined by the black python, Chu Feng made a shocking decision and leaped into the Abyss behind him.
The evil spirits seemed to be somewhat afraid of the Abyss, and did not follow him down.
In mid-air, Chu Feng could only try to find leverage to slow down his fall.
Luckily, his fortune was not too bad; along the way, there were enough slightly protruding rocks for him to use to buffer his fall, and with a "thump," Chu Feng, like a stone, heavily crashed to the ground.
He laboriously regained his breath for a moment before struggling to get up, with blood already dripping from the corner of his mouth.
In the process of falling into the Abyss, he unavoidably sustained some injuries.
Chu Feng was originally worried that the evil spirits would catch up again, but he soon discovered that those leech-like evil spirits were all gathered above the Abyss. They displayed a deep fear of the Abyss and did not dare come down to pursue Chu Feng.
Seeing this scene, Chu Feng was not relieved in the slightest, but became even more vigilant.
It meant that there were things inside the Abyss even more terrifying than the evil spirits.
"Huh, why are there red lights ahead?" Chu Feng noticed there were red lights flickering ahead, reflecting off the green fog, which looked exceptionally beautiful.
Driven by curiosity, Chu Feng stealthily approached the place that was glowing red.
In this deadly place rarely touched by humans:
There might be incredible treasures or medicinal materials, or so one could not be sure.
Finally, he was extremely close to his target.
He could clearly see the scene in front of him: there was an ancient altar, and at a glance, it was evident that the altar had weathered countless years, exuding a sense of great age.
Above the altar hovered an enormous evil spirit, its body shining with a glossy black sheen.
It was like an ink stone faintly radiating gold.
On its forehead, there was a wisp of purple flame moving about. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that it wasn’t a purple flame at all, but a special Rune.
Just like the Divine Status of a Divine Soul.
An evil spirit with a Divine Status?
Chu Feng, on the contrary, felt that the purple mark on the head of the evil spirit was more like a crown. It was the king among evil spirits.
No wonder those evil spirits chasing after me were all hiding above, not daring to come down.
It turns out, what they fear is this Evil Spirit King.
In front of the altar, there were familiar figures to Chu Feng, devoutly worshiping the Evil Spirit King. Like the weasel that turned into a middle-aged man after worshiping the moon, or the Wildcat Spirit he saw for the first time.
All of them were in front of the altar, worshiping the Evil Spirit King as if they were kneeling before a Divine Soul.
They were even exhaling clusters of Moonlight Power that they had absorbed, allowing the Evil Spirit King to take it in. Much of the green fog seemed to be produced by the exhalation of their Moonlight Power.
This scene was truly astonishing.
A young man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes was trapped within the altar, his attempts to break free on either side all in vain. He was wearing an ancient moon-colored robe.
It bore the conspicuous badge and markings of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.
Only a True Disciple of the sect could wear the ancient moon-colored robe, no doubt. A True Disciple so young must possess immense strength, outstanding talent, and boundless future prospects.
At this moment, the young man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes was holding a Treasure Sword.
One could faintly see a red snake slithering within the sword body. Under his impetus of Sword Qi, from time to time, streaks of crimson Sword Qi would slash out, fending off the attacks of the Evil Spirit King.
An ancient moon-colored Identity Token peeked out from the young man’s waist.
True Disciple, Pu Fazheng.
Chu Feng, being a newbie in the sect, did not recognize this person. But this youth named Pu Fazheng undoubtedly possessed the cultivation of an Advanced Level Great Sword Master. The sword light he deployed was also more than ten times more formidable than that of other Great Sword Masters.
So young and yet so powerful, and possessing the Dragon Soul Treasure Sword, he truly inspired awe.
One wonders if all True Disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect are this formidable?
Perhaps having struggled in the Evil Spirit Valley for many days, the young man’s condition wasn’t good. He looked as if he was at the end of his tether, likely to be killed by the Evil Spirit King at any moment.
"Rescuing this person would be a great feat! But such merit is not so easy to earn!"
Chu Feng hid in the shadows, his gaze flickering. He hesitated, pondering whether or not to take action.
Ordinary evil spirits were already terrifying enough, let alone this Evil Spirit King. Furthermore, those mystic creatures worshiping the Evil Spirit King were not to be trifled with either.
As Chu Feng hesitated, the young man trapped in the altar might have realized that if he couldn’t break free, he would undoubtedly die.
"Evil Spirit King, I’ll fight you to the death! Peerless elegance, a cut that overturns the world! Overlord Fierce Flame Slash!"
The youth named Pu Fazheng suddenly rallied the last of his Sword Qi within his body, gathering it all into the Dragon Soul Treasure Sword.
Then he fiercely swung forward.
Streaks of sword light intersected, then formed an extremely magnificent and gigantic Sword Radiance Blade in the air, and fiercely slashed toward the Evil Spirit King above.
The Sword Radiance Blade was too terrifying; the splendid red Sword Radiance Blade lit up the hundreds of meters around the altar as bright as day.
"This must be a sword skill attack! It’s said that once one comprehends a Sword technique to the Ninth level, they can create their own unique sword skills. This person, as a True Disciple, is indeed worthy of admiration for being able to comprehend a Sword technique to the Ninth level at such a young age and create his own sword skill, Overlord Fierce Flame Slash."
Chu Feng watched, his heart surging with emotion.
Without comparison, there is no harm.
Compared to ordinary Entry-level disciples, he might already be considered quite formidable. But compared to the True Disciple Pu Fazheng, it was immediately like comparing an earthworm to a True Dragon, a staggering disparity.
Chu Feng’s Sword technique had at most only reached the Third Level in his comprehension. As for cultivation, it was even less comparable; he was only at the Tenth Level of a Beginner Level Sword Master.