161: escape

In the endless chasm where darkness and light intertwined, Han Fei's inner fire burned fiercely like an unyielding lighthouse.

Every time he fell and rose again, it was not merely a contest of muscle and bone, but an endless pursuit of freedom and glory deep within his soul.

That insatiable thirst for victory was like an invisible force, pushing him through one abyss of pain after another, just to capture the fleeting brilliance of destiny's reversal at the center of that life-and-death stage, illuminating the depths of despair and blooming a glimmer of hope.

The Earth Armor Demon General, a colossal presence, descended like an ancient deity, exuding a suffocating aura; every heavy step caused Mother Earth to wail, a deep and prolonged sound, as if the entire world trembled beneath his might.

As he walked, the earth cracked with fine fissures, as if unable to bear the furious roar of this power; the entire world seemed to plunge into the fear of an earthquake, and the surrounding landscape appeared precarious under the violent tremors, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Meanwhile, Han Fei, like a phantom flickering between reality and illusion, his figure appearing and disappearing in the Void Realm, utilizing the subtle cracks of the Law of space, moving with the agility of a dance.

Each evasion was incredibly perilous, yet it showcased his exquisite control over spatial power; the Earth Armor Demon General's continuous heavy blows, capable of altering mountains and rivers, seemed to strike empty air, leaving only afterimages, while Han Fei was like a fish, safe beneath giant waves.

Facing another formidable enemy—the Ice Wolf Demon General—the temperature around it plummeted, water molecules in the air instantly freezing to form a thin layer of frost, as if even breath could solidify into ice in an instant.

Every step Han Fei took was like trudging through mud, his body bound by invisible shackles, each struggle draining his immense physical strength and will.

But this desolate icy domain failed to completely freeze his fighting spirit; instead, it ignited a counter-current of fire in Han Fei's heart.

At this very moment, a resolute glint, the determination of burning his bridges, flashed deep within Han Fei's eyes.

The demonic power surged within him, as if to tear apart this solidified space; he gritted his teeth and, at his own expense, activated the forbidden Spell—"Time Cage."

As the incantation fell, a pale blue halo slowly spread out, tightly encircling the Ice Wolf Demon General; the passage of time within the halo seemed to become viscous, making this Demon General, known for its speed, move as slowly as an old man.

This brief pause became a precious moment of respite for Han Fei; he seized the opportunity to break free from the almost suffocating icy shackles, his figure agile, like an eagle soaring into the sky, leaping into that fleeting place of calm, continuing his unfinished battle poem.

Just as Han Fei was about to be swallowed by the despairing battle, the Wind Blade Demon General's figure once again transformed into a dazzling silver lightning bolt, tearing through the gloom of the battlefield; its speed seemed to transcend the constraints of space, leaving a trail of dazzling afterimages.

Wind blades condensed at its fingertips, like the sharpest blades; each cut through the air was accompanied by a chilling low hum, which was not just the whistling of the wind, but more like the grim whisper of the God of Death, foretelling an inevitable end.

Han Fei's senses were pushed to their limit at this moment; his every dodge, every turn, was like a delicate dance with death itself.

Where the wind blades grazed, there was not only the sound of clothing fibers gently tearing, but also the subtle yet stinging sensation of skin lightly touched by the blade, leaving a trail of fine blood, glowing faintly like rubies in the night, a badge of persistence and unyielding spirit.

Despite facing such a desperate situation, Han Fei's gaze remained firm; he mobilized every last bit of strength remaining in his body, Spells erupting from his fingertips like the brightest stars in the night sky, shooting towards the merciless Demon Generals in a nearly tragic stance.

These brilliant lights were not just counterattacks, but also a declaration, proclaiming that even in despair, he could still radiate dazzling brilliance.

However, against the impenetrable combined assault of the ten Demon Generals, Han Fei's efforts seemed exceptionally small.

Every clash of Spells was accompanied by violent energy fluctuations, making the surrounding air hum, yet it could only tear a barely perceptible crack in the Demon Generals' solid defenses.

Guerrilla tactics became his only option; he moved through the colorful magical light, constantly retreating, each step treading on the edge of life and death, attempting to find that one opportunity to reverse the battle in the Chaos.

But the Demon Generals, as if possessing mind-reading abilities, their steps steady and resolute, the burning desire for conquest in their eyes like an unextinguishable flame, closely followed Han Fei's figure, giving him no chance to breathe, and leaving no retreat.

In this land shrouded in despair, Han Fei seemed to become an isolated island, surrounded by an endless storm attempting to completely engulf him. Yet he still stood, even as his strength was about to run out, his faith unshaken.

The Demon Generals continued to attack; the scorching flames released by the Blazing Lion Demon General were like a wild beast pack escaped from Hell, chasing Han Fei's every footstep with a desire to destroy everything.

The blazing flames seemed to have a will of their own, several times coming so close they could lick the hem of Han Fei's clothes, burning every trace of oxygen in the air into acrid smoke, and the pungent smell of burning permeated the air, suffocating.

And the icy coldness released by the Ice Wolf Demon General was like a blizzard sweeping in from the far north, not only freezing the surrounding air but also making Han Fei's movements extremely difficult.

His legs felt bound by invisible shackles, every step he took was like struggling in an unfathomable quagmire; even the smallest movement required immense physical strength and will to resist the bone-chilling cold invasion.

As for the Thunder Eagle Demon General's control over lightning power, that was the wrath of an angry deity in the sky; mighty thunderbolts tore through the sky, exploding around Han Fei with destructive power, and in the flashing electricity, it seemed as if the entire world trembled under this endless thunderstorm.

Each roar of thunder was like a heavy hammer striking a drum, making Han Fei's ears buzz, almost tearing his eardrums, making it impossible to ignore the ultimate majesty of nature.

As time passed, Han Fei's meticulously arranged defensive Spell formation also began to show signs of fatigue, with small but glaring cracks gradually appearing on the surface of the glowing shield. He could clearly feel the impact of each attack, which were swifter and fiercer than before, as if his opponents were mocking his powerlessness and insignificance.

The invisible blades controlled by the Wind Blade Demon General, moreover, wove a net of death in silence. These extremely sharp wind blades darted around Han Fei, bringing with them sharp whistling sounds, as if even space itself was easily cut. Each time they brushed past Han Fei, that sharpness, capable of cutting steel, reminded him that the scythe of the God of Death was at hand, and the shadow of death was closing in.

Just as this despair was about to consume him, what surged in Han Fei's heart was not just fear, but more of unwillingness and helplessness.

He knew that if he continued to clash head-on, his physical strength and will would eventually be exhausted. A thought flashed through his mind like lightning—only by outsmarting them could he find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.

Thus, he decided to use illusion Spells as a cover, attempting to find an opportunity to escape, regroup, and accumulate strength for a future counterattack.

However, at this critical moment of life and death, a chilling surge of power came from behind. Han Fei sharply turned his head, only to see the massive body of the Earth Armor Demon General standing like a mountain, raising a giant fist capable of shaking heaven and earth, bringing it down fiercely towards him. At that moment, the earth trembled, and the ground beneath his feet cracked open with gaping fissures.

Han Fei's figure was like a phantom, instantly activating his movement technique; his staggered steps created a series of afterimages, and with an astonishing speed that left one dazzled, he flexibly darted aside.

The Earth Armor Demon General's destructive giant fist slammed onto the hard ground with a deafening roar, and everything around seemed to tremble at that moment. Dust flew, rocks scattered, swept into the air by the unparalleled shockwave, ultimately condensing into a cloud of smoke that blotted out the sky, obscuring all vision.

In this Chaos, Han Fei's figure was like a cunning rabbit escaping its cage, using this rare opportunity to agilely disappear from sight; his steps were light and firm, his target set far away, and he sped off, leaving a faint, ethereal trail.

And his pursuers, the ten Demon Generals, each with ferocious faces, roared continuously, their voices filled with bloodlust and unyielding spirit, following closely behind, like the fiercest cheetahs locking onto their prey.

As Han Fei fled, his mind remained calm; in his rapidly working thoughts, escape routes and strategies for restoring his demonic power alternately emerged, every detail calculated with extreme precision.

However, the Thunder Eagle Demon General, with its extraordinary vision, was still able to capture that elusive trace amidst all the illusions and disguises Han Fei employed, like the brightest star in the night sky, unable to hide. In the sky, accompanied by the Thunder Eagle Demon General's shriek.

Dazzling lightning bolts, like the wrath of a deity, accurately struck Han Fei's path, each lightning strike causing the earth to tremble, forcing Han Fei to continuously change direction, which was not only a great test of his physical strength but also severely challenged his Mental Energy.

At the same time, the Ice Wolf Demon General and the Blazing Lion Demon General also followed closely; the former's breath exuded cold Qi, forming layers of frost in the air, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet; the latter, like an unquenchable fire, left rolling heatwaves and scorched vegetation in its wake. The two combined to gradually compress Han Fei's retreat until there was nowhere to escape.

Facing such pressure, Han Fei's breathing became increasingly rapid, sweat streamed down his cheeks like small rivers, and the demonic power within him was like a dry well, rapidly depleting every single second.

Finally, at this critical juncture of life and death, Han Fei gritted his teeth, a resolute look flashing in his eyes, and mobilized all his remaining magical power to cast an extremely powerful instantaneous Spell.

With a flash of light, his figure seemed to be swallowed by space, disappearing completely from his original spot, leaving only an echo reverberating across the battlefield that had just been fraught with tension.

As Han Fei disappeared, the roars of the ten Demon Generals seemed to pierce the sky, containing not only fury but also the frustration and unwillingness of failing to capture their prey.

The entire space seemed to tremble and echo incessantly.

But this group of Demon Generals did not intend to give up; under the calm command of the majestic Dragon Soul Demon General, they quickly adjusted their state, their exchanged glances revealing an even more insane killing intent, and regrouped, vowing to push this pursuit to an even more intense climax.

The Thunder Eagle Demon General flapped its wings and soared into the sky, its wings like dark clouds covering the sun, obscuring the heavens and earth; its sharp eyes seemed to penetrate all things, even the dense layers of the forest could not hide anything, every rustle of wind and grass was under its extraordinary vision.

The Earth Armor Demon General stood majestically on the ground, a dull, thunderous hum surrounding its body; it stomped its foot fiercely, and a surging power gushed out, causing the ground to tremble incessantly, as if even continuous mountain ranges swayed slightly under this force, and wave after wave of seismic ripples spread out, intending to capture Han Fei's slightest trace through this pervasive vibration.

The Blazing Lion Demon General and the Ice Wolf Demon General were like two extreme storms, roaring from the vast heavens and earth; on the left, the Blazing Lion Demon General opened its mouth and spewed out rolling heat waves, the flames surging like angry tides, so hot that even the air was distorted, scorching patches of vegetation; on the right, the Ice Wolf Demon General swept with chilling cold air, frost rapidly spreading, freezing all life, sealing off Han Fei's possible shelters one by one, forming a suffocating ice and fire cage.

During his escape, Han Fei's figure appeared exceptionally lonely and resilient, despite his tattered clothes, torn and shredded by the Demon Generals' attacks, his face a mix of mud and bloodstains from battle, fatigue and tenacity coexisting.

Every leap he made exhausted all his strength, having to avoid those fatal attacks while struggling on the verge of physical and magical exhaustion; every dodge was an ultimate challenge to his will and ability.

Deep down, Han Fei knew that if he continued like this, his stamina and magical power would eventually reach their limits, and being captured by these powerful Demon Generals would only be a matter of time.

He tried to use various exquisite Spells to interfere with the Demon Generals, but against these supremely powerful opponents, his strategies were often dismantled by their powerful offensives as soon as they began, like a candle flame in a strong wind, always in danger of being extinguished.

The Wind Blade Demon General was like a ghost, moving freely in the air, its speed almost invisible; it constantly wove sharp wind blade nets on Han Fei's retreat path, each swing of its blade a moment of life and death, forcing Han Fei to frequently change direction, and such high-speed movement made his breathing increasingly rapid, as if he would suffocate from the lack of air in the next second.

Finally, during an emergency evasion, Han Fei stumbled, accidentally stepping into a binding Spell trap set by the Demon Generals.

Just at this critical moment, the Poison Snake Demon General, like a shadow, approached silently, suddenly spraying a thick green mist from its mouth, filled with venom.

Han Fei almost instinctively swung his arm, barely conjuring a thin but crucial protective shield; although it successfully blocked most of the toxic mist, a small amount of potent poison still seeped into his Bloodline through tiny crevices, and instantly, a strong sense of dizziness surged like a tide, making his world spin, and his consciousness began to blur.

At the same time, the mysterious Shadow Demon General appeared silently behind Han Fei like a phantom in the dark night, cold black mist swirling around him, its sharp claws gleaming with a cold light in the moonlight, almost grazing Han Fei's neck, creating a chilling whoosh of wind.

Han Fei could clearly feel that the shadow of death, like a cold hand, was tightly gripping his throat, making his heart pound, almost leaping out of his chest.

In this critical moment, countless thoughts flashed through Han Fei's mind, but he knew that at this instant, he could only go all out.

He gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressed the violently surging magical power fluctuations in his body due to continuous combat, and concentrated all his remaining magical power at one point.

With a low incantation, Han Fei suddenly released a surging energy shockwave in all directions; this power was like an exploding star, radiating dazzling light, causing space to tremble, his only self-rescue strategy in this desperate situation.

The energy fluctuation instantly exploded in the air, forming a raging gale, kicking up sand and stones everywhere, and the continuous roar was deafening.

Both the Shadow Demon General and the Poison Snake Demon General were forced back several steps by this sudden powerful force, their figures appearing distorted and panicked in the light, clearly not expecting Han Fei to still possess such power to counterattack.

However, this brief victory came at the cost of Han Fei's magical power exhaustion; his body trembled uncontrollably from the overexertion of power, his steps faltered, and each difficult breath felt like tearing new wounds in his lungs, piercingly painful.

As Han Fei barely maintained his standing, seeing the surrounding Demon Generals gradually recovering and slowly closing in again, he knew that this might be the last moment of his life.

He stood on the inconspicuous small hill, solid earth beneath his feet, but before him was the encroaching shadow of death.

Han Fei looked up at the night sky, the stars seemed to dim at this moment, his heart filled with an unspeakable despair, but the longing for life and unwillingness to give up flickered like a faint spark, stubbornly swaying in the cold wind, refusing to be extinguished.

Han Fei took a deep, cold breath and closed his heavy eyelids, the entire world seeming to stand still at this moment.

He tried, in this silence, to use his last shred of clear consciousness to find any opportunity that could reverse the situation; even if hope was slim, he was unwilling to give up easily.

However, reality is always so cruel; at this moment, the ten Demon Generals seemed to be driven by some unknown force, their movements becoming more unified and swift, their combined offensive like a surging tide, mercilessly sweeping over this lonely small hill, Han Fei's figure was engulfed in a Chaos, and everything around him was quickly replaced by boundless darkness, leaving only a faint, unwilling magical power afterglow in the air, narrating the end of this battle.

The cunning figure of the Poison Snake Demon General seemed to merge with the surrounding shadows, cleverly using every shadow as concealment, like a ghost in the night, awaiting the optimal moment.

Suddenly, a chilling wind swept across the battlefield, followed by wisps of invisible toxic mist, silently invading Han Fei's breathing range.

The almost inaudible toxic gas caught Han Fei off guard; after inhaling a few breaths of turbid air, he immediately felt a tightness in his chest, and it seemed as if tiny needles were gently dancing under his skin.

Fortunately, relying on his keen sense of crisis and profound magical foundation, Han Fei almost instinctively activated a light of purification, a pale blue halo swirling around him, dispelling the toxins that attempted to erode his life one by one.

However, even this momentary defense caused him to feel a loss of physical strength, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

On the other side, the Shadow Demon General moved like an invisible dark shadow, traversing the edges of light and shadow, each appearance accompanied by a bone-chilling coldness.

Its sharp claws carved almost invisible cracks in the air; several times, those deadly claws were only a hair's breadth from Han Fei's vital points, and had it not been for his extraordinary reactions and evasions, he would likely have been severely wounded long ago.

Such sneak attacks undoubtedly placed immense mental pressure on Han Fei, forcing him to act cautiously at every step, to prevent the unexpected.

In this life-and-death struggle, Han Fei was like a lone sword dancer, seeking a gap for survival in the heart of the storm.

He utilized every exploitable element on the battlefield—broken stones became temporary cover, cleverly arranged magical barriers acted as ever-changing mazes, slowing the Demon Generals' pace.

Han Fei's tactics were constantly changing, each counterattack aiming for precision and efficiency; although he could only slightly reduce the opponent's strength, it bought him valuable time to catch his breath.

However, the brutality of the battle far exceeded Han Fei's expectations.

The combined assault of the ten Demon Generals was like an endless tide, each strike carrying enough power to destroy mountains.

Han Fei could clearly feel his physical and magical power rapidly draining like sand in an hourglass, while the Demon Generals, as if possessing an inexhaustible source of power, showed no signs of diminishing their attack momentum.

Facing such a desperate situation, an indomitable will surged within Han Fei's heart.

He deeply understood that passive defense was not a long-term solution, and the passage of time would only lead him step by step into the abyss of defeat.

Therefore, Han Fei silently planned in his mind, attempting to find a flaw in this airtight encirclement, or a key point that could instantly change the tide of battle.

He knew that the dawn of victory might be faint, but as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he had to seize it tightly.

Thus, in Han Fei's resolute eyes, a blazing fighting spirit burned; gritting his teeth, letting sweat and blood intermingle, he engaged in a ultimate confrontation of life and death, courage, and wisdom against the ten terrifying Demon Generals on this perilous battlefield.