An incomparably terrifying pressure surged in the sky and the earth. Divine chains danced in an orderly manner, stirring up the entire Eastern Sea.
The huge waves kept surging, and the raging waves drowned the sky and the earth.
However, when Chen Beixuan's fist shadow landed, the ocean collapsed.
Countless waves were rolling, and the waves stacked up to hundreds of thousands of feet high. The waves were filled with oppression and violence.
Vaguely, a huge figure could be seen falling on Wang Yang, and countless blood stains flowed from it.
The Nine Neonate was no match for Chen Bei's full-powered attack.
Even if he was a demon god with a late-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal cultivation base and burned his blood essence and vital qi, he was still not a match.
This was because the Law of Force was the strongest Law in the world. It possessed the supreme power to destroy and crush everything.
Moreover, Chen Beixuan had mastered twenty percent of the Law of Force.
The power he could unleash would be even more terrifying. Few Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals could withstand his attack.
After that, Chen Beixuan stopped.
At this moment, the surging waves on all sides had just landed. From the time he attacked to the time he killed the Nine Neonate, not even a breath had passed.
Below, Count of the Wind watched as the shadow of the fist that blotted out the sky slowly dissipated. He was already extremely shocked.
This was the Demon God Nine Neonate, a powerful existence whose strength had broken through to the late-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.
Even if he faced it, it would be difficult for him to gain the upper hand.
However, such a powerful demon god was actually killed by a mysterious mighty figure with a wave of his hand.
During this period, it did not even take a breath.
Count of the Wind felt that he had to re-define the term 'strong'.
The scene in front of him gave him a huge shock, making him feel as if it was a lifetime ago.
Then, Count of the Wind thought of something. He slapped his head and exclaimed,
"Law of Force! This is actually the Law of Force!"
At this moment, Count of the Wind was extremely excited. If it weren't for his injuries, he might have jumped up in excitement.
This was the law mastered by Father Pangu, the strongest law and power in the world. Countless creatures in the Untainted Land had gone crazy over it.
However, it was too difficult to grasp the Law of Force.
Not to mention the living beings of Untainted Land, even the Wu Tribe could not bear this power, nor could they comprehend this Law.
This was because the Law of Force was too terrifying and too powerful.
Once it was unleashed, it could crush 3,000 nomological laws and 3,000 Great Dao. It possessed supreme and boundless power.
In the entire Primordial World, no one could master it, and no one could compete with it.
However, Count of the Wind witnessed it and was even saved by the possessor of the Law of Force.
"Thank you for your help, Senior. May I ask if you are a mighty figure of our Sorcerer Tribe?”
Count of the Wind looked gratefully at the void. He could feel a familiar aura.
There was also a strong sense of intimacy, as if there was a connection between their bloodlines.
In addition, the other party had also grasped the law of power of Father God Pangu.
Count of the Wind was even more certain that this was a mighty figure of the Sorcerer Tribe.
After all, as the former overlord, the Sorcerer Tribe's foundation was unfathomable. Any kind of person could appear.
Perhaps, there were other powerful beings of the Sorcerer Tribe hidden in this world, but they were not aware of it.
On Penglai Immortal Island, Chen Beixuan looked at the hopeful Count of the Wind with a strange expression.
He had only killed a great demon with his own hands, yet he had been treated as a senior of the Sorcerer Tribe?
Chen Beixuan did not know what to say. The witch's imagination was indeed a little wild.
However, if he were to compare them, the karma between him and the Sorcerer Tribe would be huge.
After all, the Wu Tribe, as the descendants of Pangu, was recognized by everyone in the Untainted Land. No one could deny it.
Moreover, he possessed Pangu's blood essence and grasped Pangu's laws of power. Even Pangu's heart was about to fall into his hands.
The karmic connection between him and Pangu was too deep.
"No, I just have some relationship with the Sorcerer Tribe!”
In the outside world, Feng Bo was shocked when he heard Chen Beixuan's words.
The mighty figure of the East Sea was definitely a senior of the Sorcerer Tribe!
Otherwise, what was with the sense of familiarity he felt from the other party? How could he explain the Law of Force on the other party's body?
If he was not a member of the Sorcerer Tribe, he would definitely not feel close to him.
Moreover, the Law of Force wasn't something that just anyone could grasp.
This was the great divine ability of Father God Pangu. If it wasn't related to Pangu, who would be able to master it?
Who could unleash the power of the Law of Power? All of this proved that this Almighty was a senior of the Shamans.
It was just that the Sorcerer Tribe had declined, and the other party did not want to have anything to do with them.
"Thank you for your help, Senior. I'll take my leave first!”
Feng Bo dragged his broken body and slowly disappeared from the vast East Sea.
In the netherworld, the sky was filled with an obscure and dark aura. Every day, countless souls danced in the air.
At this moment, a somewhat weak figure streaked across the sky. His body was covered in wounds and poisonous sores that were emitting green light.
"Count of the Wind, Count of the Wind, what happened to you? Who injured you like this?”
Below, Chi You was patrolling in the netherworld. Seeing the extremely weak Count of the Wind, his face immediately became anxious.
He hurriedly brought her to Pingxin Palace, which was the dojo of Ancestor of Sorcery Houtu.
"Lord Houtu, please save Count of the Wind!”
Chiyou brought Count of the Wind and knelt outside Pingxin Palace, feeling anxious.
After experiencing the Cultivation Tribulation of the Witchcraft and Demon Tribe, the number of Senior Magi in their tribe was only about a hundred.
It could be said that every casualty of the Sorcerer Tribe was a huge loss.
Moreover, Chiyou and Count of the Wind were like brothers. What they couldn't stand the most was seeing their brothers get injured.
"Sigh! Come in, all of you!"
A heavy sigh came from outside Pingxin Palace, and countless beams of light fell.
The wounds on Count of the Wind's body recovered in an instant. At least he was not on the verge of death.
Chi You was overjoyed and brought Count of the Wind to Pingxin Palace.
There was a beautiful figure sitting inside. She was like the most dazzling pearl in the world. Her brows were straight and her eyes were full of spring.
Her face was filled with holiness and dignity, like a supreme saintess who could not be profaned.
At this moment, his slender eyebrows were already furrowed. He looked at the two people below with some anger.
"What's going on? Why is Count of the Wind so heavily injured?”
Count of the Wind looked at Houtu's angry expression and sighed in his heart.
"When I fought with the Demon God Nine Neonate recently, I accidentally fell into his trap. Fortunately, I was saved by a senior of the Sorcerer Tribe, which saved my life.”
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