Chapter 1289: Chapter 85: Destruction of the Abyss_4 Chapter 1289: Chapter 85: Destruction of the Abyss_4 Abyss, once the dominant force, had seemingly become the weaker party.

This change made those who knew well the strength of Abyss’ demon beasts, like the high-ranking members of the demon clans including Peng Wanli, feel as if they were dreaming,

Peng Wanli, in particular, felt this acutely and even experienced a strange, indescribable sensation.

When had this happened…attacking the Abyss, a thought beyond their wildest dreams, had actually come to pass?!

And even now, was it the Anping continent that held the initiative?!

More so, with the exception of one person, it was almost entirely the demon clans’ military strength that was being used in the offense!

Even more so, not all of the high-level leaders of the demon clans, such as the Demon Kings or the Peacock Demon King, these recognized pinnacles of the demon race, had even come!

If anyone had talked to Peng Wanli about such a situation before, suggesting this lineup to counterattack the Abyss, Peng Wanli would either have killed the person instantly on the grounds of sowing confusion among troops or detained them to interrogate their identity, for surely such a poor strategy had to be the machination of Abyss’ evil spirits, a preposterous folly in the world!

But now, this scene had actually come to fruition, as if everything was turned upside down.

One must know that ever since the high ranks of the continental cultivators became aware of Abyss’ demon beasts, they had always been on defense…

At this thought, Peng Wanli couldn’t help but feel some regret. For so long before this…had they never even considered mounting a counterattack?

But then he thought again and sighed.

The invasion from the Abyss was always led by high-grade magical beasts, and among the true masters, those high-ups who could threaten their high-level veterans on the continent were usually only able to dispatch one at a time!

Judging by the current encounters, the previous high-level demon beasts had not really posed much of a threat to the human or demon races; at least, not nearly as much as the almost infinite number of magical beasts.

Otherwise, why would there be a need for a final battle between the peaks of humanity and demon-kind?

Furthermore, restrictions by heaven and earth were not only limited to the Abyss’ demon beasts but also applied to the human and demon races. If the Anping continentside were to counterattack, generally only one high-level leader could cross over at a time, which would be no more than courting death.

But in this respect, the situation was the same on both sides!

Since the continent had no real heart to encroach on the Abyss, there naturally wasn’t a need to make such a sacrifice.

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Peng Wanli had sent out messages early on, starting to call for masters from every major demon clan, reserving a sufficient number of experts to guard the other two entrances, but gathering all the other masters here.

It marked the beginning of a series of increasingly large-scale counterattacks against the Abyss.

And the result of these actions was an outright battle of attrition!

Fortunately, with Feng Yin, Dong Xiaoyan, Feng Ying, Wind Poison, and Peng Wanli—five great leaders as its foundation—the Anping continent’s counter-offensive likely wouldn’t suffer a significant loss.

Every time Feng Yin went in, he targeted the leader of the opponents.

After several battles, they had already killed two of the top three leaders: the strongest and the second strongest.

And since the last battle, Feng Yin had been deeply moved; he gained a greater understanding of his skills and the power of the other moves within Sky Opening Nine Styles also increased significantly.

The most direct manifestation was, the first time when facing the second leader, Feng Yin had to fight hard for a long time, but in subsequent confrontations, a single strike had severely injured the opponent.

When they encountered each other for the third time, the second leader was straightforwardly slain by Feng Yin’s blade, and although the injury and unrecovered wounds from the blade played a part, the significant leap in the power of Feng Yin’s sword techniques was an undeniable reality.

Following this, the strongest leader who came to seek revenge also fell in three moves under Feng Yin’s blade, effectively handing over his own life.

Now, Feng Yin’s role during each incursion was more about overseeing the entire battlefield and being ready to thwart any sneak attacks from that old ancestor-like figure.

Generally, as soon as that ancient being from the Abyss appeared, Feng Yin would confront him directly, giving him no chance to slaughter their forces.

And the serpent would roam the skies; wherever it saw the dense concentrations of Abyss beings, it would unleash its breath.

At least until now, wherever it had breathed, there were hardly any survivors left to worry about!

Ten days!

Thirty battles!

All initiated by the continent, with fierce and rapid attacks.

The Abyss which had plagued the Anping continent for hundreds of millions of years was now slowly being eroded, gradually reaching a state where the balance of power was severely skewed, almost to the point of being totally incapable of resistance, directly pushing Feng Yin and his group to the godly temple of the Abyss.

It happened that Hai Hunshan was healing in the temple, and Feng Ying charged in first, killing him with a single swipe of a tail.

It was said that in the final moments of his life, Hai Hunshan had also lamented:

“To die under the tail of the most beautiful cat in the world, that would not be a life lived in vain…”

Regardless of how gloriously Hai Hunshan died, whether the tales were true or false, he had certainly perished.

By the time the battle at the Abyss Temple had concluded, the three great leaders on the side of the Abyss had all been annihilated, leaving only an old forebear struggling for survival. Chased daily by Feng Yin, without any way to escape to the heavens or find refuge underground, he was like a fish slipping through the net, frantically searching for an escape at every turn.

In the days that followed, the demons, led by Peng Wanli, cleared out all the high commanders of the Abyss.

Feng Yin persistently pursued the old forebear, ensuring he could not interfere. They aimed to eliminate all high-level forces of the Abyss entirely. Wind Poison took one area, Feng Ying another, Dong Xiaoyan and Ice Phoenix another direction, and Peng Wanli teamed up with several Demon Emperors in another direction to comprehensively hunt and eradicate the top-tier forces of the Abyss.

Other Demon Emperors leading demon masters initiated sweeps over the Abyss, much like the atrocities the Abyss’s own demons performed on the surface.

Everyone was modest; they all planned to exterminate the species, killing any survivor they encountered, showing neither mercy nor restraint.

This bloody massacre simply proceeded in every direction.

After many of the Abyss masters were slaughtered, even the surface Demon Kings and other lower-ranked Greater Demons mobilized large groups to join in.

“Annihilate them!”

There were no other words but these four.

This prolonged and brutal massacre officially began in the Abyss.

The one-on-one chase led by Feng Yin also finally reached its climax.

That old forebear of the Abyss was ultimately cornered, seriously injured in an awkward territory.

Behind him was Feng Yin, and before him was a barrier between heaven and earth—a barrier he dared not cross.

“This is where the Dark Soul resides… Stop fighting.”

“Let me go!”

At that moment, the old forebear of the Abyss was covered in blood, his body bearing hundreds of wounds, with even his arms and legs severed.

“Please, let me go. I can cooperate with you, be your most loyal servant! I can provide all the information about the Abyss, everything you don’t know… all the information.”

Feng Yin, unafraid of any trickery, stepped forward and held a spiritual power-infused blade to his throat, “I ask, you answer.”

“Yes, yes, please ask.”

The old forebear indeed appeared as the rumors described, an animal with ten tails, resembling a member of the Fox Clan but not entirely similar.

“About the Dark Soul…?”

Feng Yin asked dozens of questions.

This ancient Abyss forebear, who had lived for so long, answered every question thoroughly, afraid of leaving any detail unexplained.

He even volunteered to sign a soul contract with Feng Yin to become Feng Yin’s pet and offer his deepest loyalty.

Feng Yin responded, “But I don’t keep pets.”

The elder wailed, “That cat, that snake of yours, aren’t they your pets?”

No sooner had he spoken these words than it seemed as though the whole world was ablaze.

Feng Ying was uncontrollably furious!

How dare they call me a pet!

I am his wife!

At the very least, I am the mistress!

This bastard is so annoying, to actually say I am…

Feng Ying’s rage burst forth, her twelve tails wildly dancing, unleashing various powerful moves without care…

The poor old forebear of the Abyss was reduced to dust under the wrath of Feng Ying.

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