#1090 - Chapter 1090 Spiritual Power
Ye Kong spun and twirled, skillfully dodging Wen Yuan's attack. As Ye Kong turned around, his eyes revealed an incomparably sharp gaze.
Ye Kong spread his sleeves wide, and the surrounding aura gradually intensified, creating noticeable fluctuations in the air.
Ye Kong aimed at Wen Yuan's direction, and after a series of flowing movements, he directly unleashed a strike.
Wen Yuan hadn't realized that if he were to take this blow, the severe consequences would be unimaginable.
Wen Yuan moved his palms, causing the qi sea within his body to boil and surge, like an unstoppable flood.
The qi rapidly condensed, forming a barrier in the blink of an eye.
A surge of majestic aura directly struck Wen Yuan.
"Bang!"
Wen Yuan's barrier shattered instantly without any resistance, and the intense attack hit Wen Yuan's chest.
Wen Yuan couldn't withstand it for a moment and flew backward. A sharp pain came from his chest, and Wen Yuan's features twisted together. One could tell his pain just from his expression.
At this moment, Wen Yuan only felt a surge of heat rising from his throat. He opened his mouth slightly and spat out a mouthful of hot blood, staining his clothes.
Wen Yuan's vision darkened. Before he could react, everything went black, and he fell straight down, motionless.
Without Wen Yuan's restraint, Ye Kong flew towards Wen Yi.
At this time, Wen Hou and his group were blocked by Ye Kong's disciples. After several rounds of chaotic fighting, Wen Hou's group was quickly defeated and fell to the ground one after another.
Ye Kong stopped, raised his arm to block, and before the others could react, they were shaken back by the aura ripples, retreating repeatedly.
Wen Yi's eyes had completely turned into black, qi-filled eyes, without a trace of light, incomparably evil and dark.
"Hahahahaha ~" The feeling of the spirit body's power returning made the Nether King couldn't help but laugh heartily.
Ye Kong's expression was serious, and his lips were pressed into a straight line. He knew better than anyone what the absorption of the spirit body's power meant.
Would the days of blood-red skies and darkness, without a ray of light, come again?
At this moment, a rare sight appeared on Ye Kong's face - his cold eyebrows were slightly furrowed.
After a burst of piercing laughter, the Nether King's spirit body in front of Wen Yi also turned into black qi and gradually dissipated into the darkness.
The Nether King slowly turned around, the corners of his mouth raised, revealing an extremely arrogant and evil smile.
The Nether King looked at Ye Kong. He had just sensed a strong power, which turned out to be emanating from him.
From those black mist-shrouded eyes, Ye Kong realized that Wen Yi at this moment was not Wen Yi!
The Nether King didn't speak, and after a moment, he let out a very disdainful sneer.
Then, with a wave of his arm, a group of black mist rose from nowhere, surrounding and enveloping Ye Kong and the others.
The black mist permeated, disturbing minds and blocking divine senses, making Lin Yaoyao and Bai Wuchen, who were only millimeters apart, unable to sense each other's existence.
Ye Kong quickly formed a hand seal and chanted silently: "Clear and purify the body, illuminate us all!"
An extremely dazzling white light lit up from Ye Kong's hand, and the area illuminated by the white light gradually increased.
Swoosh—
Ye Kong pointed straight up, and the white light flew straight up, emitting a light even more dazzling than the sun, forcing everyone to close their eyes.
In an instant, the white light disappeared, and the black qi surrounding the group also gradually dissipated.
At the same time, Wen Hou and his group also disappeared, and even Wen Yuan, who had suffered severe injuries, was gone, leaving only a pool of bright red blood on the ground.
"Master, they…" Bai Wuchen was the first to notice that Wen Hou and his group were gone and reminded Ye Kong.
Ye Kong didn't respond. After a moment of silence, he said, "Return to逍遥峰(Xiaoyao Peak)." His tone was still calm, but Lin Yaoyao noticed the worry hidden in Ye Kong's brow, very faint, almost invisible.
Inside the Yin Sha Palace, Wen Yuan was struck by Ye Kong's attack. The surface showed no traces, but the meridians in his body burst one by one, and he was already a cripple.
Wen Hou knelt beside Wen Yuan's bed. Usually, his eyes were filled with nothing but arrogance, but now, Wen Hou's eyes only held obvious worry.
"Father!" Wen Hou called out, but Wen Yuan on the bed didn't move at all, his face becoming paler, like a lifeless corpse.
"Creak~" The door was opened, and a slender figure walked in without hesitation.
"Pa!" He waved his hand lightly, and the door closed instantly.
The Nether King walked behind Wen Hou, glanced at Wen Yuan on the bed who wasn't breathing, his eyes very cold, as if looking at someone unrelated to him.
Wen Hou obviously felt the person standing behind him, and Wen Hou slowly said, "Wen Yi,"
The black qi in the Nether King's eyes dissipated slightly, but then became full again.
Wen Hou seemed to realize something and let out a self-doubting laugh.
"No, I should call you Nether King!"
Wen Hou's voice changed abruptly, and he quickly got up, directly conjuring a sharp blade, wanting to stab it fiercely into Wen Yi's body.
But when Wen Hou turned around, the Nether King seemed to have noticed his movements long ago and directly didn't give Wen Hou a chance to react, reaching out and grabbing his neck.
"Bang!"
With a flying motion, Wen Hou's back heavily crashed into the wall, his neck being strangled tightly by the Nether King.
The force in the Nether King's hand tightened, and the violence in his eyes was very obvious, making people frightened.
"I… I want to kill you!" At this moment, Wen Hou, having the pulse of fate grabbed by the Nether King, his forehead veins bulging, his entire brain completely congested, his face turning red.
The Nether King coldly snorted disdainfully, then directly flung Wen Hou heavily to the side.
Wen Hou supported himself with both hands, his eyes full of unwillingness.
The Nether King then spoke: "Remember, it was Ye Kong who killed your father. Your enemy is Ye Kong. Only by joining forces with me can you have a chance to reverse the situation!"
The Nether King seemed to be trying to cover up the truth.
Wen Hou's fists were clenched tightly, without saying a word.
"I will let you become the Palace Master of the Yin Sha Palace, but you must be used by me, otherwise, this seat will make the entire Yin Sha Palace disappear in an instant."
The Nether King said it casually, but inadvertently revealed a suffocating sense of threat.
Wen Hou's eyes turned scarlet, and he looked at his hands.
What ability did he have now to talk about revenge, without power or influence.
After a moment, Wen Hou slowly said: "Okay, I promise you."
The Nether King seemed to have gotten his satisfactory answer and directly didn't stay any longer, leaving directly.
Inside the room, only Wen Hou and the dead Wen Yuan remained.
Wen Hou raised his head and glanced at Wen Yuan lying on the bed.
His fists clenched involuntarily, emitting a slight sound of bone friction, and the air pressure around him dropped sharply at this moment.
Father, don't worry, I will avenge you sooner or later.
