The Art of Chaotic Divinity - Chapter 383: Devils Blood-Devouring Curse!

Chapter 383: Devil’s Blood-Devouring Curse!

Faced with this sudden change, Ling Feng was somewhat surprised, but he welcomed it.

His original intention was to provoke the Demon-Masked Lord so that he could draw his attacks. Now, without doing anything, he had completely drawn the Demon-Masked Lord’s hatred.

This was exactly what Ling Feng needed!

Seeing the Demon-Masked Lord flying towards him, Ling Feng roared to the sky, “Senior Brothers, the demon is here! Why wait any longer!?”

While shouting, Ling Feng swiftly dashed towards the hiding place of Ye Fan and the others.

“Oh no!”

Ye Fan’s eyes twitched uncontrollably. He had no time to think about how Ling Feng discovered them, because that damn guy had already led the Demon-Masked Lord right to them!

For a moment, chaos erupted among the students of Zhenlong Academy. Seeing the Demon-Masked Lord approaching, they gritted their teeth and drew their weapons to confront the formidable enemy!

“An ambush indeed!”

The Demon-Masked Lord saw six students in the uniform of Zhenlong Academy suddenly emerge. Fury surged within him.

“You deceitful brat! This time, no matter how cunning you are, you’re doomed to a dead end!”

The Demon-Masked Lord unleashed his demonic art and like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, he engaged with the disciples of Zhenlong Academy.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Blood-red demonic hands that tore through the air formed terrifying claws. In an instant, they ripped through the necks of several weaker Zhenlong Academy students. Blood gushed out of their necks as they fell into a pool of blood, clearly beyond saving.

“You demon! Meet your end!”

Ye Fan’s eyes turned bloodshot as he employed all his skills, grappling fiercely with the Demon-Masked Lord.

Three of the students with more than fifty meridians managed to intercept the Demon-Masked Lord and prevented him from breaking free.

“Thank you, Senior Brothers, for your assistance! Without your help, we wouldn’t have been able to capture this demon!”

Ling Feng landed gracefully on top of a large tree, looking down with a triumphant laugh.

“Damn it!”

Ye Fan knew full well that Ling Feng had turned the tables on him, but he couldn’t do anything about it. He could only grit his teeth and unleash all his anger on the Demon-Masked Lord.

The Demon-Masked Lord was burning with rage as well. Seeing Ling Feng’s smug expression, he flew into a rage, roaring to the sky. He didn’t hesitate to unleash the forbidden technique from the Devil’s Love-Forgetting Art.

“Devil’s Blood-Devouring Curse!”

With the activation of this secret art, the Demon-Masked Lord’s veins bulged, and his demonic energy surged, tripling in an instant!

The Devil’s Blood-Devouring Curse was an extremely wicked forbidden technique. After it wore off, the caster would suffer intense pain akin to being devoured by myriad demons several hours.

However, until it wore off, they would gain incomparably formidable strength, capable of slaying opponents they couldn’t normally defeat.

The Demon-Masked Lord harbored deep hatred for Ling Feng, hence he spared no expense to crush him to pieces, even if it meant enduring unbearable pain afterward.

Thump! Thump!

The Demon-Masked Lord’s heart pounded violently twice. Then, an unparalleled power seemed to awaken from the depths of his soul. At this moment, he seemed to transform into a true demon, possessing unmatched strength.

“What’s happening?”

Ye Fan and Jin Xiuming immediately felt a sense of foreboding. The demonic energy emanating from the demon they were besieging seemed to be erupting!

“Something’s wrong, retreat!”

Ye Fan reacted the fastest. He knew that the most terrifying aspect of a master of demonic arts were the various sinister forbidden techniques they used which ordinary martial artists couldn’t defend against.

However, he was evidently a step too slow!

“Now you want to run? Isn’t it a bit too late?”

The Demon-Masked Lord grinned wickedly. Under his mask his eyes flickered with a sinister blood-red light, like two ghostly flames, sending chills down the spines of all who witnessed them.

“You’re too arrogant, demon! Flame God Slash!”

Jin Xiuming roared, his full beard bristling. He unleashed his ultimate skill, aiming a ferocious slash directly at the Demon-Masked Lord’s head.

Bang!

With a loud explosion, the sword aura of his Flame God Slash instantly collapsed, and along with it, the treasured weapon in Jin Xiuming’s hand also turned into flying ash in an instant.

“Die!”

The Demon-Masked Lord slapped down forcefully, pressing Jin Xiuming directly into the ground. With a crisp crack, Jin Xiuming’s head shattered, his brain matter splattered, and his body convulsed a few times before going completely limp.

“Junior Brother Jin!”

Qi Hao’s face turned pale. Everything that was happening before his eyes was beyond his expectations. Watching his companion, whom he had spent time with day and night, die on the spot, Qi Hao couldn’t help but tremble uncontrollably.

The Demon-Masked Lord, with swirling black energy around him, seemed like an evil demon from the depths of hell.

“Hmph. Don’t worry, your turn is coming soon!” The Demon-Masked Lord sneered, his speed like lightning as he took a step forward. He was too fast for even his shadow to be discerned.

Boom!

A claw struck out, and before Qi Hao could react, he felt a cold sensation in his chest. A demonic claw had pierced through his chest, gripping his heart tightly.

“You…” Qi Hao coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth. He could still feel his heart beating heavily.

The next moment!

Bang!

His heart exploded violently. Qi Hao felt all the strength drain from his body, and he lost consciousness, collapsing limply to the ground.

Slurp!

The Demon-Masked Lord burst into a wild laugh, licking the blood and flesh on his fingertips with his tongue. He then started to chuckle strangely. “Who’s next?”

His gaze swept across the entire scene!

Whether it was Ye Fan, Gu Tengfeng, Ling Feng, or Yun Yiyi and Lin Xian’er who were hiding according to Ling Feng’s plan and hadn’t revealed themselves yet, everyone’s breathing became more rapid.

The scene before them seemed to grip everyone’s heart and send chills down their spines.

The Demon-Masked Lord no longer seemed human, but instead resembled an evil demon from hell!

Gulp!

Ye Fan swallowed hard, sweat breaking out on his forehead. He regretted getting involved in this mess.

Swish!

The Demon-Masked Lord’s figure moved again, striking once more. This time, his target was Ye Fan, who was closest to him!

“You think you can kill me?”

Ye Fan roared. In the instant the Demon-Masked Lord attacked, Ye Fan used a precious teleportation talisman. As soon as the talisman paper burned away, it would swiftly teleport him dozens of li away!

Yue Yunlan and her maid also escaped from the Lin Demon Princess’ pursuit using this teleportation talisman.

Each of these talismans was invaluable, passed down as life-saving treasures from generation to generation in prestigious clans.

However, Ye Fan was still a bit too slow. The Demon-Masked Lord saw Ye Fan trying to escape and grabbed his left arm, tearing it off forcibly.

Although Ye Fan managed to narrowly save his life, losing an arm meant his strength would greatly diminish, and he feared he might no longer be able to rank among the top geniuses.