Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 1211 - 1211 63 The Descent of the Demonic Flames Who

Chapter 1211: Chapter 63: The Descent of the Demonic Flames, Who Will Lead the Charge?_2 Chapter 1211: Chapter 63: The Descent of the Demonic Flames, Who Will Lead the Charge?_2 “And moreover,” he sighed, “forgive my frankness, but we don’t even know yet how to battle such a mysterious entity. At the very least, we need to understand this before proceeding.”

The group first relaxed slightly, only to become somber once again.

This statement reflected the stark truth.

“Doctor Feng, the method you used to deal with the Blood Emperor Lei Tu, could it work against the oddities here?”

Yellow Wind asked.

Although everyone assumed it was indeed Feng Yin who had slain the Blood Emperor Lei Tu, allowing the assassin to gently ascend and become the world’s top assassin,

and although no one had ever asked,

they were all seasoned veterans and understood that Feng Yin must have had a unique technique or martial skill.

Only this could explain why the Blood Emperor, who could not be killed by a host of Nine Colors supremes, had fallen at the hands of Feng Yin, who back then was not yet at his peak.

Just because no one had asked over the years didn’t mean they were fools!

“There’s a way! It will be effective against this oddity as well.”

Feng Yin sighed and said, “But it’s because of a unique technique, a natural counter.”

The crowd sighed, some feeling disappointed.

If they had been ignorant, they might have suggested, “For the safety of the continent and for world peace, could you disclose your technique?”

But those at the peak understood the situation was not that simple.

Even if Feng Yin was willing to disclose it, would beings like the Nine Colors supremes be willing to discard their own powers and retrain in Feng Yin’s technique?

And even if they were willing, how long would it take to master?

As for teaching others… why don’t you make your unique martial arts public to the world yourself?

Feng Yin said, “Moreover, my technique, even Yan Yan can’t practice it.”

Feng Yin felt somewhat helpless about this.

He had let Dong Xiaoyan try, but the Spiritual Transformation Technique was bound to the soul, and not even his own wife could practice it!

He could only strengthen her through continuous infusion.

Feng Yin had even considered that once his power increased again, he would need to find a new technique for Dong Xiaoyan.

As a transmigrator, he knew very well that his future extended beyond this continent.

Since he had come this far, the future held promise.

So, how long could Dong Xiaoyan accompany him?

Therefore, considering a High Grade technique was definitely something he needed to do. But Feng Yin wasn’t worried about it; the future held infinite possibilities.

With his own progress and continuous infusion, there was plenty of time for his dear to accompany him for hundreds of thousands of years. Feng Yin did not believe that within hundreds of thousands of years, a technique could not be found.

He could damn well create one in time!

“In that case, there’s no way out.”

Qing Ming, the great master, furrowed his brow and said, “It seems that for this impending calamity, Doctor Feng, you’ll have to endure some hardship.”

“It’s my unshirkable duty!”

“My friends, do not take this lightly. The Blood Emperor Lei Tu was but one, yet once this oddity in Zichen Lake takes shape, there will certainly be more than one, possibly thousands.”

“Or even more!”

Feng Yin’s words weighed on everyone’s hearts like a heavy slab of lead.

This understanding, although everyone possessed it, felt like just an idea when unspoken. But when someone actually articulated it with gravity, everyone felt… that life would be unbearable.

For instance, being out of money at home. The man knows it, but it just stays in his mind. But when the wife brings it up – “We’re out of money!” – it truly becomes an immense pressure!

Lan Dan instantly felt suffocated.

Several lines of worry creased his face.

He was heavily burdened with thoughts.

Yet Feng Yin, who had just stood up to leave, suddenly froze.

The dagger began to buzz vigorously.

Its point aimed directly at Lan Dan!

Feng Yin looked up, his eyes intently fixed on Lan Dan’s face and said, “Great Master Lan Dan, was it you who said you’ve been inside?”

With a face full of confusion, Lan Dan replied, “Yes.”

Feng Yin knitted his brows.

Everyone else was also stunned.

What was going on?

Feng Yin asked, “Great Master Lan Dan, didn’t you feel anything unusual?”

Lan Dan furrowed his brow: “Unusual?”

It was obvious he hadn’t.

With a flash of the blade, Feng Yin drew his sword and thrust forward with force!

“Great Master Lan Dan, don’t move.”

Lan Dan remained still.

“Everyone, watch closely!”

Though startled, the crowd knew Feng Yin must have his reasons. They all stared wide-eyed, watching closely.

They saw Feng Yin thrust his sword, narrowly missing Lan Dan’s body but piercing his robe, creating a large hole to the left. Then again with another thrust to the right.

Back to front, left to right, up and down…

In an instant, Feng Yin had delivered two hundred thrusts!

Thrusts, not slashes.

Swords were meant for slashing, not thrusting.

But Feng Yin used only thrusts.

“Watch my sword tip.”

He used the tip of his sword to guide direction.

Indeed, before long, as Feng Yin made more than a dozen thrusts, everyone shockingly realized that Feng Yin wasn’t attacking Lan Dan at all.

It was a faint, nearly imperceptible white mist.

Barely visible.

Clinging to Lan Dan’s white robe, it constantly shifted positions, dodging Feng Yin’s blade.

“What is that?”

Green Shadow turned pale.

“It’s the oddity!”

Qing Ming, the great master, had a grave expression.

“So that is it!”

Feng Yin continued to thrust his sword while speaking, “This thing is the oddity from the lake. As it seems now, its power is not strong; but it is shapeless and formless, completely invisible amidst the fog.”

“Only outside the fog can it be seen; but normally, no one can kill it!”

“And moreover, it can silently attach itself to anyone, seeking any opportunity to possess, to control one’s body; or perhaps, to come to an agreement with the host body… Ah, just like the former Blood Emperor Lei Tu.”