91: Chapter 91 Awesome Thunder Magic

Senior Brother Zhao Tieshan was incredibly fierce.

He drew his heavy sword and slashed down; the sword light, like a rainbow, carved a gully dozens of zhang long into the ground.

Just then, a sudden change occurred!

"Watch out!" Chu Feng suddenly shouted.

"Boom!!"

The earth shook violently, and a patch of soil at the edge of the deep pit suddenly exploded, sending a massive wave of blood-red light soaring into the sky.

Countless fragments of rock flew, shooting hundreds of meters into the air.

Dust filled the air, obscuring their vision, and one could only vaguely see a dark shadow flash by within the blood-red light.

Chu Feng's Divine Sense instantly locked onto the dark shadow, and he maneuvered the thunder cloud boat to descend from the sky, completely shrouding the area.

"Disperse!" Tang Yanrou formed hand seals and chanted an incantation; a gust of clear wind blew past, scattering the dust.

Once the dust settled, everyone finally saw the situation in the field clearly.

Voldemort was surrounded in the center.

He had a gaunt figure, wore a tattered black robe, and his face was somewhat pale, but his eyes were cold and sharp.

"How did you discover me?" Voldemort asked coldly, his voice hoarse and grating.

He prided himself on his highly advanced concealment techniques, which even Golden Core Cultivators struggled to detect.

How could these Foundation Establishment Cultivators before him possibly lock onto his location?

This set off alarm bells in his heart; he had to figure out the reason, otherwise, even if he escaped this time, it would be difficult to hide in the future.

There was nothing to discuss with an Outer Realm Devil Cultivator; it was time to just fight.

A sword appeared out of thin air in Chu Feng's hand.

This was the Profound Rank High Grade Magical Artifact, the jade blood sword.

Although its grade was not high, it was indeed a Magical Artifact that Chu Feng had refined himself.

The next instant, the jade blood sword erupted with a jade-green radiance, slashing toward Voldemort with fierce Sword Qi.

Within the sword light, golden lightning flickered; it was precisely the thunder Spell that Chu Feng Cultivated.

It was a rare opportunity to face an Outer Realm Devil Cultivator head-on, and he wanted to test his own strength personally.

"Kill!!!" Tang Yanrou shouted sharply, condensing a fireball in her hand and firing it out.

Senior Brother Zhao Tieshan held his heavy sword high and slashed down; the sword momentum was as heavy as a mountain.

For a moment, the light of Spells shone, completely enveloping Voldemort.

"You seek death!!" Voldemort was instantly enraged.

He was a genuine Foundation Establishment Completion Stage expert.

He was only one step away from the Golden Core stage.

These Duobao Sect Disciples before him, the highest cultivation among them being merely the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, dared to actively surround and attack him?

Voldemort waved his hands repeatedly, and nine blood-colored banners flew out from his sleeves, growing in the wind and instantly transforming into three-zhang-tall banners that planted themselves into the ground, forming a blood-red light barrier that protected him within.

The demonic patterns on the banners writhed, and ghosts flew out from them, turning into a patch of ghost fog that rolled toward the group.

From within the ghost fog came shrill roars, as if countless wronged souls were weeping, making one's scalp tingle.

Facing the sky full of ghosts, Chu Feng wore a cold sneer.

At a thought, three Thunder Wolves opened their mouths simultaneously, and purple thunder swept across the entire field.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!!!"

The thunder pillars collided with the ghost fog, emitting a harsh sound.

Upon encountering the extremely Yang and rigid thunder, the ghosts within the fog vanished instantly, like ice and snow meeting a scorching sun.

In the blink of an eye, most of the ghost fog filling the sky was cleared away.

Seeing this, Voldemort was so angry that his whole body trembled.

"Geng Metal Profound Thunder!" Chu Feng pressed his advantage, and the jade blood sword slashed down again.

This time, the golden lightning within the sword light was even more intense, transforming into a golden-green sword rainbow that tore through the air and slashed down directly at Voldemort's head.

Facing an attack from a mere sixth-level Foundation Establishment Cultivator, Voldemort was naturally disdainful.

He even thought it wouldn't even break his defense.

However, the next instant.

Voldemort's face turned pale, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"You... why is your thunder Spell so powerful?"

Voldemort looked at Chu Feng in shock, "Aren't you only at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment?"

He simply couldn't believe that he would be injured by a sixth-level Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Why was Chu Feng's thunder Spell so powerful?

In fact, he himself wasn't quite sure either.

When he initially chose which Spell to specialize in, Chu Feng had originally wanted to focus on fire Spells because they had great power and a wide range of applications.

But during his attempts, he discovered that his power in thunder Spells far exceeded that of other attributes.

For the same Spell, the power of a thunder Spell was at least five times greater than that of a fire Spell.

This scene left everyone shocked.

Although Tang Yanrou knew that Chu Feng's strength was not trivial.

Seeing him, a sixth-level Foundation Establishment Cultivator, personally injure a Foundation Establishment Completion Stage expert with her own eyes still felt unbelievable.

The others felt the same.

Voldemort was even more shocked and furious.

He had roamed for many years and had killed no fewer than a hundred Foundation Establishment Cultivators; when had he ever encountered such a frustrating situation?

"You want to kill me? I don't believe it! I could be surrounded and killed by a bunch of weaklings!" Voldemort was furious, knowing he could no longer hold back.

He grabbed a blood-colored banner, bit his tongue, and spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the banner's surface.

The banner's surface instantly flared with intense blood-red light, and the demonic patterns on it seemed to come alive, emitting silent roars.

"Nine Nether Blood Demon, obey my command!" Voldemort shouted sternly.

The nine banners vibrated simultaneously, and monstrous Devilish Qi swept in all directions.

The blood-red light barrier expanded rapidly, enveloping a radius of a thousand meters.

Inside the barrier, the Devilish Qi was as thick as substance; vision became blurred, and Divine Sense was also suppressed.

"Everyone, be careful, he's going to risk his life!" Senior Brother Zhao Tieshan shouted, holding his heavy sword horizontally in front of his chest.

The gaunt man suddenly put away his Flying Sword and took out a white jade bottle from his Storage Pouch.

The bottle stopper was pulled out with a "pop," and with a "swoosh," a streak of golden light shot out, heading straight for Voldemort's face.

This strike was as fast as lightning, reaching Voldemort almost the instant the stopper was pulled.

"Not good!" A strong sense of alarm arose in Voldemort's heart.

"Swoosh!!"

The golden light struck the banner's surface, actually piercing a hole through the Demonic Artifact.

Its momentum undiminished, it continued to fly toward Voldemort.

Voldemort screamed and desperately tilted his head, the golden light grazing past his left ear.

"Pfft!"

An ear flew up, and blood sprayed.

Voldemort's left ear was severed at the root by the golden light.

The woman in red muttered an incantation, then suddenly opened her mouth and spat out a white ball of light, which flew toward the center of Voldemort's forehead.

"Bang! Bang!"

Voldemort barely managed to block these two attacks with the other two banners, but he looked even more disheveled.

"Now is the time!" Senior Brother Zhao Tieshan saw the opportunity, held his heavy sword high, and poured all his magic power into it.

"Earth-Splitting Slash!!"

The heavy sword slashed down with the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks; the sword light transformed into a ten-zhang-long giant blade, fiercely striking the blood-red light barrier.

"Crack! Crack!!"

The light barrier finally couldn't hold, and it shattered with a roar.

The nine blood-colored banners flew backward, and cracks appeared on their surfaces.

Voldemort suffered a backlash, spewing a mouthful of blood, and his aura instantly withered.

"Die!" Chu Feng seized the opportunity, and the jade blood sword transformed into a streak of light, stabbing directly at Voldemort's heart.

Voldemort wanted to defend, but due to his serious injuries, his movements were half a beat slow.

"Pfft!"

The jade blood sword pierced through his chest, and the sword tip emerged from his back.

Voldemort's body stiffened; he looked down at the sword in his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but only spat out a few bloody bubbles.

Chu Feng flicked his wrist, the Sword Qi erupted, and Voldemort died!

The battle was over.

"Good!" Everyone cheered in unison, smiles appearing on their faces.

Chu Feng put away the jade blood sword and let out a long breath.

Although he had won this battle, the consumption was not small.

Just as he walked in front of Voldemort, preparing to collect the Storage Ring.

Suddenly...