Chapter 1229: What Kind Of Being Are You

"Impossible!"

"You're just a mortal! How could you withstand even 30% of my formation's power?!"

The demonic shadow suddenly widened its eyes in shock, unable to believe what it was seeing.

It couldn't comprehend how its supposedly invincible demonic formation, even at just 30% of its power, had no effect on Yi Feng. Forget possession—it couldn't even pull out Yi Feng's soul!

Something was seriously wrong here!

Yi Feng finally understood.

This damn thing wasn't even taking this seriously!

"Bro, you're trying to possess me! This is a life-and-death matter! Can you at least take it seriously?!"

"Damn it! I've put in so much effort to die, and every time I give it my all. And here you are, a little shadow, with the chance to possess me handed to you on a silver platter, and you're being this careless?!"

"You don't know how good you have it!"

The more Yi Feng thought about it, the angrier he got. He couldn't help but scold the demonic shadow.

"Put some effort into it, will you? 30% is like scratching an itch! Where's all that bravado from earlier? You were boasting about your terrifying demonic formation, and now you're just embarrassing yourself!"

The demonic shadow was momentarily stunned by the scolding, then its eyes narrowed with malice.

"Fine, fine!"

"You're indeed no ordinary human. To withstand 30% of my power with just your human soul, you have the right to be proud!"

"Now I'll use my full power. Let's see how you keep up your arrogance!"

As soon as the words left its mouth, the demonic shadow gathered all its black mist, merging itself into it, and surged toward Yi Feng, instantly invading his consciousness.

The edge of the forest seemed to clear up a bit, but the atmosphere was still flickering with darkness. Demonic energy was everywhere, causing Lu Caiwei's mind to tremble uncontrollably.

Yi Feng, however, felt nothing.

He stood there in a daze, as if sleepwalking.

On the surface, he and Lu Caiwei stood facing each other, seemingly calm.

But in reality, a life-and-death struggle was taking place within Yi Feng's consciousness!

The demonic shadow, carrying a rolling wave of black mist, raced through Yi Feng's consciousness, aiming to take complete control. Its goal was to pull out Yi Feng's soul and occupy his body, completing the possession.

This secret technique was incredibly complex.

Even though the demonic shadow had inherited the demonic legacy, it didn't take the possession of a human body lightly. It carefully searched every corner of Yi Feng's consciousness, using the black mist to take over.

But as it flew further, what should have been a simple task became increasingly strange. Yi Feng's consciousness seemed endless. No matter how far the demonic shadow flew, it couldn't find the edge.

This was getting more and more bizarre!

Humans were lowly creatures with limited innate potential. How could a human have a consciousness of this scale?!

The demonic shadow began to feel uneasy.

Its speed slowed, becoming more cautious.

But in the next moment, its figure suddenly froze mid-air in Yi Feng's consciousness.

In the distance, at the edge of its vision...

A river of stars appeared, like a galaxy!

"What the...?!"

The demonic shadow couldn't help but curse.

A human's consciousness had given birth to a galaxy?!

This...

This was just ridiculous!

How long would it take to take over a consciousness of this scale?!

Before the demonic shadow could curse further, the starlight in the distance grew brighter. Dots of light continued to appear, and the narrow galaxy began to widen, becoming as vast as the universe itself!

That wasn't a galaxy.

It was... the universe!

The demonic shadow's eyes widened in shock, frozen in mid-air within Yi Feng's consciousness.

"Holy... crap!"

Before it could even process what it was seeing, the starlight expanded billions of times over. The dots of light turned into countless suns in an instant!

"BOOM!!!"

Countless planets surged forward, instantly engulfing the demonic shadow. Its agonized screams echoed through Yi Feng's consciousness!

"Whoosh!"

A sharp sound rang out as the black mist hastily fled Yi Feng's body!

When it reappeared, it was dim and nearly transparent, lying on the ground, barely clinging to life. Whatever had happened had left it severely injured!

Yi Feng looked on, completely baffled.

"That was fast?"

Noticing that nothing had changed, he scratched his head in confusion.

"Did the possession work? Or not...?"

As his soft voice fell, the demonic shadow trembled in fear, struggling to lift its head, its eyes filled with shock.

"You!"

"What kind of being are you?!"

"I am a trueborn demon! How could I not even traverse your consciousness? Even with my demonic formation, I couldn't possess you! What are you?!"

Its trembling voice echoed, and Lu Caiwei was equally stunned.

She knew better than anyone how terrifying the demonic shadow was. It could elevate one's cultivation to the Heavenly Rank with a mere wave of its hand. Even the Seventy-Two Islands were nothing more than a joke in its eyes.

This was a trueborn demon!

Such a terrifying existence couldn't even handle Yi Feng, and it was now speaking with such reverence...

What kind of being was Yi Feng?

How could he be even more terrifying than the demonic shadow?

This was impossible!

This...?!

Lu Caiwei's dream of becoming a supreme ruler was shattered. With the demonic shadow's terrified words, her last shred of belief in her path was crumbling.

Compared to these two, Yi Feng's reaction was much calmer.

He looked down coldly, his eyes filled with disappointment.

"So, you're not up to the task either."

He had considered this possibility earlier. The so-called demons might not actually be able to help him achieve his goal of dying. This kind of disappointment was something he was already used to.

After all this effort, it was just another letdown.

Forget it.

It was time to avenge Lu Shumao and end this.

Yi Feng put away his faint hope, his eyes turning icy.

In an instant, he seemed to change. A bone-chilling coldness spread through the air, far more terrifying than the so-called demonic formation from earlier.

The coldness spread for thousands of miles, causing everything to tremble.

With just that one glance, the demonic shadow was so terrified that it lost all other thoughts.

An unprecedented fear drove it to flee desperately into the distance. Its misty form scattered like smoke, becoming harder to grasp. Even as the black mist grew thinner, it didn't stop.

This kind of extraordinary escape technique would be difficult for even the most powerful human cultivators to stop.

Unfortunately, Yi Feng saw through it immediately.

Before the demonic shadow could escape more than a few feet, Yi Feng had already locked onto its black, shadowy form.

With a single reach, he was right next to it.

The demonic shadow had only taken a few steps when it felt its entire body locked in place. A hand as vast as the sky reached out, and the overwhelming pressure made it feel like there was nowhere to hide. It froze in mid-air, terrified.

When Yi Feng's hand closed around it, the demonic shadow couldn't even struggle.

"Gah!"

The demonic shadow's eyes widened in shock, its body trembling uncontrollably.

By the time it regained its senses, it had already been dragged back to where it started.

Held in the air, it was as easy as holding a chick.

Staring into Yi Feng's cold, star-like eyes, the demonic shadow's gaze flickered with fear. But when it saw the icy killing intent in Yi Feng's eyes, it seemed to relax a bit.

After a few moments of struggling, it let out a hoarse, mocking laugh.

"Hehehe..."

"So, you want to kill me."

Its tone was calmer now, as if being killed was nothing more than a trivial matter. Compared to the truly terrifying consequences it had just faced, death seemed like a walk in the park.

Seeing that Yi Feng didn't respond, the demonic shadow's laughter grew louder, as if it had regained some of its confidence.

"That's impossible..."

"I am a trueborn demon, and now I exist as a spirit. Even if you kill me, as long as a single trace of my spirit remains, I can reform my body in a few thousand years."

"You are indeed stronger than I anticipated, but even someone as powerful as you can't kill me!"

"I am immortal! Hahaha!!!"

Yi Feng coldly watched the demonic shadow, still not responding.

Feeling the lightness of the shadow in his hand, he found it hard to believe that something so fragile, something that could be blown away with a breath, could claim to be immortal.

If you're going to boast, at least make it believable.

He had tried so hard to achieve immortality and failed. How could this weak, shadowy trash already be immortal?

If it were truly that powerful, why would it need to rely on a woman to survive? Why would it even consider possessing him?

If it were truly immortal, its cultivation wouldn't be so weak!

Even a fool could see that this thing was full of crap.

Yi Feng coldly observed it for a few moments, then experimentally tightened his grip.

Sure enough.

The shadowy form crumbled like cotton, falling apart with ease. With just a bit of pressure, a third of the demonic shadow's form fell to the ground.

Even as it teetered on the brink of destruction, the demonic shadow remained unfazed.

"Hahaha, it's useless. This kind of method won't work on me..."

Yi Feng wasn't an idiot. He wasn't going to be fooled by this.

He continued to squeeze.

It didn't take long for the demonic shadow to start breaking down.

"Ahhh!"

"This can't be! This is impossible!"

"What are you...?!"

The earlier arrogance and laughter were gone, replaced by sheer terror. The demonic shadow stared in shock at the black fragments on the ground, its eyes bulging in disbelief.

Yi Feng's expression remained cold as he continued to apply pressure.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, the shadowy form shattered into mist!

It scattered across the ground, looking like nothing more than dust. There was no sound, no movement—just silence as it dissipated into the wind.

Witnessing this terrifying scene, Lu Caiwei collapsed to the ground, her worldview completely shattered.

At this moment, she seemed to regain some of her humanity. Her pale face was streaked with tears, and her body trembled as she begged for mercy, as if she had been awakened to true fear.

"No... don't kill me, please don't kill me!"

She knelt on the ground, trembling and begging like a madwoman.

Yi Feng remained unmoved, his voice cold.

"Blood for blood."

With those simple words, he slowly drew his sword. As he passed by, a cold glint flashed, and the crimson blood of a human stained the earth. Lu Caiwei felt a chill at her throat, and by the time the sword was sheathed, it was already over.

"Thud..."

With a dull sound, the once-promising prodigy who had strayed into the demonic path breathed her last.

In the midst of the shock and terror, a tall figure holding a sword walked away, his silhouette stretching infinitely under the sunlight. Whether it was the man or the spring light that was more dazzling, the two gradually merged into one, disappearing into the horizon...