Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams

Chapter 925 - 554: You’re Definitely Still Alive! (Part 2)

"We are friends."

Chen Feng shook his head solemnly, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

After spending many days together, surviving life and death.

Unconsciously, he had actually started to consider Star Spirit as a friend, so of course, he couldn’t stand by and let the Federation seize the Ark and enslave its intelligent sub-system.

Moreover.

"I can’t swallow this grievance."

He knew that from the very beginning, he had been targeted by the Platinum Five Stars, set as bait in their trap.

Even without the incident with the [Wind Raider], he would have taken action, at least personally killing those three angels.

And now.

This hatred...

"Cough, cough..."

His thoughts were interrupted, and he coughed lightly once again.

Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth but quickly evaporated.

The residual endless light and heat still lingered within him, suppressing the Heart of Life and making it difficult to completely heal his injuries.

Similarly, he glanced over at the opposite Holy Shield Giant.

Left with only half its body, the Sea of Origin in its Spiritual World was mostly burned, suppressed by the light and heat.

The once dazzling platinum rock was now full of melted, charred marks, clearly also struggling to easily recover its injuries.

"This revenge must be taken!"

Continuing the earlier thoughts, Chen Feng steadied his stance, his eyes full of piercing killing intent.

He was well aware of the origins of this, deeply remembering those two deities, the [Sun King] and [Heavenly Shielder].

Moreover, he wouldn’t easily spare those related to the Federation either.

Suddenly, his resolve was set, without any distractions.

Chen Feng knew that the immediate priority was to heal his injuries, secure the environment, and find a way to return to Chi Country.

In an instant, his thoughts moved.

He sensed the special imprint in his heart belonging to Qinggang’s Dream World, the Angel Spirits.

The final trump card was still there, and Chen Feng let out a breath of relief.

Without delay, he immediately chose to summon.

Buzz!

The next moment.

An invisible ripple spread out, and two figures appeared out of thin air, standing firmly in front.

A nearly three-meter-tall burly man, with copper-colored skin and brown long hair, was a transcendent of the Envoy Level, Pandor.

Wearing a white robe, with silver hair, holding a silver ancient martial long sword, a Transcendence Fifth Level, Envoy Level martial artist, Yan Changkong.

"Master!"

With a look of surprise and doubt, Pandor and his companion couldn’t care to observe the environment; their first sight was of Chen Feng’s injuries.

Their minds stirred, pupils contracted.

They hadn’t anticipated that someone as strong as him could suffer such severe injuries.

"This matter will be explained later."

"You both should first go around and stay on guard, gathering intelligence."

Shaking his head to stop their inquiries and concerns, Chen Feng ordered gravely.

He and the Holy Shield Giant urgently needed to heal their injuries and restore their strength.

But the energy of the [Wind Raider] was almost depleted, making it difficult to provide defense and reconnaissance anymore.

Thus naturally requiring someone to guard nearby, in case of emergency.

Smoothly, confirming the surrounding environmental conditions, ensuring the current coordinate position is safe and away from the Federation.

"Yes!"

No further questions were asked, and although Pandor and his companion were full of doubts, they seriously nodded and departed.

"Are you not afraid of their betrayal?"

Witnessing their departure, the Star Spirit emerged again in light and shadow, specifically reminding.

She didn’t know the specific origins of these Angel Spirits and worried that Chen Feng, being severely injured, might prompt these subordinates to entertain inappropriate thoughts.

Shaking his head, Chen Feng recognized her good intentions.

While common people might have related concerns.

However, he had obtained the special privileges granted by the Heroic Spirit Hall, allowing him to control these people’s lives and deaths, naturally having no fear of betrayal.

Immediately, without giving further explanations, he turned his gaze to the side of his loyal companion, the Holy Shield Giant, with half its body remaining, filled with scars.

"You’ve worked hard, big guy."

He said solemnly, compared to those Angel Spirits, the Holy Shield Giant held a different emotion in his heart.

From humble beginnings, one person and one giant had come this far, their life and death experiences have long become indescribable with words.

This time, if it weren’t for the other party ignoring all costs, bearing half of the endless light and heat’s might, perhaps he would have suffered even deeper injuries, even death.

"Mo!"

As if responding, the Holy Shield Giant’s voice was heavy and powerful.

Then, without delay.

At Chen Feng’s signal, it could be seen shrinking its body, quickly transforming into a dim platinum light, rushing to the rocky earth outside the Ark.

Residual light and heat within, suppressing its origin.

But it could leverage the Power of Earth Veins to recover and heal.

And similarly.

The cold light in his eyes gradually faded, and Chen Feng softly instructed the Star Spirit, before sitting cross-legged.

The Talent of the Heart of Life was fully activated; inside still contained vast origins of the three angelic entities.

Despite the evil pollution making purification difficult.

But with reliance on the passage of time, it could inevitably be transformed to one’s use, becoming the best nourishment to dispel the remnant light and heat and heal the injuries.

Buzz!!

In an instant, his thoughts concentrated, exerting all his power.

The Jade Light flickered forth, emanating from him, transforming into a circular halo.

The purest essence of life emerged madly, purifying the angel origin.

Time flows away.

The residual power of light and heat began to be slowly obliterated, and the scarred flesh and body started to inch by inch heal and recover.

Likewise.

The news belonging to the Federation gradually spread throughout the Chi Country.

....

....

A few days later.

Earth Star trembled.

In Niduo Country, flags were flown at half-mast, and Princess Eleanor, the leader of the royal family, had not slept for days.

The martial arts world of Suluo Country was silent, and the entire Chi Country mourned inexpressibly.

"How could this happen!"

At the top of the Tianhao Security building, looking at the latest news in the communicator, Lin Hao’s face turned pale, his body swayed, and he nearly fell.

There was a conflict between the Federation and the Red Country military in the Ocean Sea, with fleets clashing!

The strongest martial artist disappeared, possibly dead?

The news had already spread across Earth Star, and he initially did not believe it.

But now, no matter how he inquired, there was only one result.

The other party truly vanished without a trace, and so far, neither the Radiant Secret Realm nor other areas of the Chi Country had shown any movement.

The life and death were uncertain, and the whereabouts were hard to find.

Uncle Liu beside him looked mournful, and Yuan Yueshan and other familiar transformed people also sighed and shook their heads.

Likewise, inside another building.

The Black Crystal Group was unusually quiet, and the faces of many members of the Nanjiang City Union changed, their emotions complex.

"He actually... suffered such a severe blow?"

Meng Anran stood by the window, somewhat unable to accept it.

Other members of the City Association almost thought it was a rumor.

Regardless of how their relationship was with Chen Feng in the past.

Upon learning that he was harmed by the Federation, with life or death unknown, most people felt a bitterness that was hard to express.

Especially the Flame Tiger Sect.

As the sect leader, Li Tong had not come out for days, staying alone in his room.

Zhao Tingxiao, Zhao Jushan.... one after another, the true inheritors and students of the sect all had heavy expressions, their moods low.

Chen Yun, who was supposed to be in the Red Capital, had returned at some point, looking at Chen Feng’s honor photo from the world fighting championship, her eyes bloodshot and tired.

Faces were full of anticipation for new news.

They could not accept this result by any means, nor did they believe Chen Feng would fall like this.

"Senior brother must still be alive!"

"He will definitely come back!"

Someone suddenly shouted, holding back tears.

Soon, similar thoughts were sown, wanting to hold onto the last hope.

Witnessing this scene, several grandmasters from the Martial Arts Alliance on the back mountain wore complex expressions.

Liu Duanyun, sitting alone in the hall, also sighed with emotion, independently gazing westward for days.

Killing legends, the pinnacle of martial arts.

Confronting the divine, stained in blood under the sky dome.

"How could you possibly die?"

The sigh landed, unwilling to believe at any cost.

Upon knowing it was the divine’s action, these thoughts became immeasurably dim.

Likewise.

As if from afar seeing this scene, the red flying device high above Nanjiang slowed its speed, and the delegation safely returned, all in low spirits.

Han Mingchuan, who had been captured and brought back, was about to face judgment.

However.

"Why hasn’t he come back?"

Nangong Ling led several Flying Generals and Radiant councilors, receiving them on the ground.

Supposed to be valiant, yet at this moment, her coat hung loose, her eyes dim.

Hearing the inquiry.

Xia Mingyuan, leading the reception, fell silent, and others accompanying also sighed, at a loss for words.

Emerging from the cabin door, Chairman Li Yun and others returning to their homeland wore bitter smiles, difficult to articulate.

Feeling all clues pointed to one result.

The divine intervened, with lingering power hard to dispel.

Space turbulence, life, and death uncertain.

Whether from the terrifying power of light and heat seen with one’s own eyes or the prolonged absence of the missing without a trace, all continuously deepened the worst speculation.

"No, he still owes me a sparring match."

"I don’t believe he’s dead."

Suddenly, Nangong Ling quietly spoke, turned, and left.

The crowd was somber, the atmosphere silent.

Only Wang Cheng looked up at the sky, gazing at the familiar sky dome of Chi Country, recalling the scenes of battling shoulder to shoulder several times before.

Black Tide, legend, angel....

So many disasters and formidable foes could not bring him down.

As for that unreachable divine?

"Perhaps Nangong is right."

He suddenly took a step and moved forward.

"You must still be alive.