It was this peak king who single-handedly suppressed his own side.

"Um?"

King Yin Yang was shocked physically and mentally, and was attracted by Zhao Feng's hazy purple left eye.

Suddenly, the environment around him changed.

Everything within the field of vision was shrouded in a mist-shrouded maze.

"snort"

King Yin Yang sneered, determined, and the emptiness in front of him melted like ice and snow.

Regardless of his artistic conception or soul level, he is close to the False God Emperor.

"He is worthy of being the leader of the four undead kings. Moreover, the gray flames on the outer layer of the purgatory formation have the effect of isolating souls. My blood pupil technique has been weakened by 30 to 40%."

Zhao Feng was not surprised.

He just made a tentative attack.

The purpose is to understand how strong the insulating effect of the purgatory array is on the Bloodline Eye Technique.

"Sixty percent, that's enough."

Zhao Feng nodded slightly.

At this time, King Yin Yang easily cracked the single-body illusion of "Endless Labyrinth", with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

But soon, he felt something was wrong.

Zhao Feng's attack failed, but there was no abnormality at all, and he seemed to be smiling.

"Don't be careful—"

King Yin Yang exclaimed, finally thinking of something.

He has the highest level of strength in the field and can withstand Zhao Feng's Bloodline Eye Technique.

But it doesn't mean that others can.

"Spiritual Thorn"

From Zhao Feng's left eye, a huge spiritual spike of cold purple shot out, instantly piercing through the gray flame seedlings on the outer layer of the purgatory formation.

Buzz

The gray flames stabbed the huge spiritual sword, weakening it by thirty to forty percent.

puff

The remaining 60% of the spiritual thorn's power just penetrated Wen Luoan, who was in charge of the formation flag.

"ah"

Wen Luoan let out a shrill scream, and the stinging pain on the soul level was a hundred times stronger than the pain on the physical body.

Even with 60% of the mental thorns remaining, it almost penetrated his soul and almost caused Wen Luoan to faint.

Wen Luoan's soul and will are only close to the king.

As for the spiritual stab, as the simplest and most primitive soul attack, the winner is determined by the strength of the soul.

The greater the soul gap between the two parties, the greater the damage.

There is a huge soul gap between Zhao Feng and Wen Luoan. Even if the spiritual thorn is weakened by 30 to 40% by the purgatory formation, they still have an overwhelming advantage.

This mental stab severely damaged Wen Luoan's mind and caused fatal damage.

"Junior suffers death"

The Yin Yang King was furious, and with the mighty will of the peak king, he rushed towards Zhao Feng to prevent his next attack.

at the same time.

The Witch King and Ghost King also stepped up their attacks on Zhao Feng.

"hehe"

Zhao Feng smiled softly, flying thunder wings behind his back, and entered the formation of ghosts and corpses. The demigod child and the formation of hundreds of corpses shared the attack.

"Luo An, how is your injury?"

The Witch King looked at Wen Luoan with concern.

At the soul level, Wen Luoan was fatally attacked and almost lost control of the flag.

The power of the Purgatory Formation obviously began to decline.

Just then.

laugh

A dark silver dotted line flashed away, accompanied by a cold shadow blade.

"careful"

The Witch King's heart skipped a beat.

But her reminder was too late.

Poof

A strange dagger, as cold as a shadow, pierced Wen Luoan's heart.

"Hmm"

Wen Luoan wanted to struggle, but his body went numb and he immediately fell into the void and fog.

meow

The little thieving cat held the Shadow Killing Emperor Blade in his hand, and with a sudden wave, a cold blade of shadow passed through several death guards near Wen Luoan.

"Ahhhhh"

Several nearby death guards were pierced by the shadow blade, their bodies froze, and their life force was instantly wiped out.

"Loan"

"Your Highness"

"Keep the cat"

The three undead kings and all the death guards were shocked and speechless.

The undead purgatory formation lost a core host, its power was sharply reduced, and there were some flaws.

meow

The little thieving cat turned into a silver-gray dotted line, flew away into the air, and disappeared.

"The little thieving cat...is good for you"

On Zhao Feng's side, hundreds of corpses formed a huge formation, and the pressure suddenly eased a bit.

As early as when the Undead Purgatory Formation was set up, Zhao Feng could see that Wen Luoan was the weakness of the formation.

Among the four hosts, Wen Luoan has the lowest cultivation level.

Zhao Feng first tried to attack the Yin Yang King, which was just a strategy of "attacking the east and attacking the west".

If you let the little thieving cat attack the Yin-Yang King, the success rate will be extremely low, and you may even risk your life.

Zhao Feng's target is Wen Luoan, who is relatively weak.

Now.

This breakthrough was successfully opened.

The three undead kings have not yet come to their senses, and the next round of attacks has already begun.

"Red extinguishes the pupil fire"

In Zhao Feng's left eye, an astonishing pupil power flame appeared.

A translucent red pupil fire exuded an aura of explosive destruction, and at its core, there was a hint of thunder and calamity.

boom

That ball of red fireworks, like a storm of red flames, bombarded the "Witch King".

"Hiss..."

The pale body of the Witch King was wrapped in translucent red pupil fire, and the aura of destruction and calamity was raging.

Even though she was prepared, she was frightened by this violent attack.

Buzz

A layer of strange withered white flames lingered on the Witch King's body, intertwined with the bombardment of red pupil fire.

However.
Chapter completed!