480: Joining forces with Xuantian Patriarch

Lin Feng and Old Ancestor Xuan Tian's expressions changed upon hearing this. They hadn't expected the Nether Race to launch an attack at this time.

Lin Feng immediately stood up and said, "Let's go, we'll take a look!"

With that, Lin Feng led Old Ancestor Xuan Tian and his group in a hurry towards the defensive line.

When they arrived at the defensive line, they saw that the Nether Race army had already broken through several of the Human Race's defensive lines and was advancing towards the Human Race's heartland.

The Nether Race was merely relying on their large numbers, especially since the high-level Cultivators were not as strong as them. Lin Feng had brought more than a dozen Combination Stage Cultivatorss this time. Seeing this situation, he did not immediately act, but instead ordered his dozen or so Combination Stage Cultivatorss to attack and help the Human Race resist the Nether Race.

Old Ancestor Xuan Tian and Lin Feng, on the other hand, flew into the sky above the Human Race's warships, constantly monitoring the other side, lest a Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race make a move.

The dozen or so Combination Stage Cultivatorss all made their moves, circulating the magical power within their bodies and unleashing powerful Spells, attacking the Nether Race army.

Although the Nether Race army was vast in number, under the fierce attacks of these Combination Stage Cultivatorss, they gradually began to collapse.

Lin Feng and Old Ancestor Xuan Tian watched all of this coldly from the sky. They knew that this was just a small-scale attack by the Nether Race; the real battle was yet to come.

Sure enough, just then, in the distant sky, a powerful Nether Race aura was rapidly approaching. It was a Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race, dressed in a black robe, with a hideous face, cold light glinting in his eyes, and exuding a powerful pressure.

Lin Feng and Old Ancestor Xuan Tian's expressions turned grave upon seeing this. They knew that the arrival of this Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race would make this battle even more difficult.

At this moment, Old Ancestor Xuan Tian smiled slightly, looked at Lin Feng, and said, "Fellow Daoist, wait here. This Old Ancestor will meet that Great Ascension Cultivator of the Nether Race!"

With that, Old Ancestor Xuan Tian's figure flickered and he actively charged towards the Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race. He circulated the magical power within his body, his hands quickly forming seals, and mysterious runes appeared in the air, attacking the Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race.

The Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race, seeing this, showed no weakness. He waved his hands, and immediately the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart, forming sharp spatial cracks that assailed Old Ancestor Xuan Tian.

Old Ancestor Xuan Tian's figure was agile, easily dodging the spatial cracks. He also took the opportunity to strike out with a palm, directly hitting the chest of the Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race. A deep palm print instantly appeared on the chest of the Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race, and blood spurted out.

The Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race's face changed drastically upon seeing this. He hadn't expected Old Ancestor Xuan Tian's strength to be so powerful. But he did not retreat, waving his hands again, and immediately the surrounding air seemed to solidify, forming a powerful spatial confinement that trapped Old Ancestor Xuan Tian within it.

Old Ancestor Xuan Tian frowned. He knew that he had to break this spatial confinement, otherwise he would be unable to continue fighting. So, he circulated the magical power within his body, and his entire body was instantly enveloped by a layer of mysterious light. That light exuded powerful might, instantly melting away the spatial confinement.

The Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race's face grew even uglier upon seeing this. He hadn't expected Old Ancestor Xuan Tian to possess such a powerful Spell. But he showed no weakness, waving his hands again, and immediately the surrounding air seemed to be torn even more violently, forming even sharper spatial cracks that assailed Old Ancestor Xuan Tian.

Old Ancestor Xuan Tian's figure flickered again, easily dodging the spatial cracks. He also took the opportunity to strike out with another palm, directly hitting the top of the Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race's head. A huge palm print instantly appeared on the top of the Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race's head, and blood spurted out, staining his black robe.

The Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race was terrified. He knew that he was no match for Old Ancestor Xuan Tian. So, he turned and fled, wanting to escape this terrifying place.

Lin Feng, who was watching the battle from afar, took out a spatial shuttle at this moment. The spatial shuttle sliced through the air, creating a rift in space. Lin Feng waved his hand, taking the spatial shuttle, and his figure flickered, entering the rift. Immediately after, he appeared in front of the fleeing Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race.

A cold smile played on Lin Feng's lips. The long sword in his hand instantly burst forth with dazzling light, and Sword Qi, like a Dragon, directly targeted the vital points of the Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race. The Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race's face changed drastically upon seeing this. He hadn't expected Lin Feng's speed to be so fast, appearing before him in the blink of an eye.

Lin Feng swung his long sword, and Sword Qi, like a rainbow, directly slashed towards the neck of the Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race. The Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race's figure flickered, barely dodging the blow, but a deep wound was cut into his shoulder by the Sword Qi, and blood stained his black robe.

A trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race. He knew that he was in a desperate situation. Lin Feng's strength far exceeded his imagination; if he continued to fight, he would only die.

So, the Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race gritted his teeth and made a decision. He quickly formed seals with his hands, muttering incantations, and immediately the surrounding air began to fluctuate violently, as if a powerful force was brewing.

Lin Feng frowned upon seeing this. He knew that this Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race was probably about to unleash some powerful Spell. Therefore, he did not dare to be careless, circulating the magical power within his body and preparing to respond.

The Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race suddenly let out a loud roar, and the surrounding air seemed to be instantly torn apart, forming sharp spatial cracks that assailed Lin Feng.

These spatial cracks contained powerful spatial force; once caught within them, even Lin Feng would likely find it difficult to escape.

But Lin Feng did not retreat. His figure flickered, and he dodged the attacks of the spatial cracks. At the same time, he swung the long sword in his hand, transforming it into a brilliant Sword Qi that directly slashed towards the Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race.

The Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race's face changed drastically upon seeing this. He hadn't expected Lin Feng to be so powerful that even his spatial cracks couldn't do anything to him. But at this point, he had no time to think; he could only fight Lin Feng with all his might to the death.

At this moment, Old Ancestor Xuan Tian also caught up. He waved his hands, and immediately a powerful magical power fluctuation emanated from his body, forming a powerful Spell attack that assailed the Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race.

The Great Ascension Realm Expert of the Nether Race's face grew even uglier upon seeing this. He hadn't expected Old Ancestor Xuan Tian and Lin Feng to be so powerful; united, he had no chance of winning at all.