418: C418 Fighting the Demon God!

C418 Fighting the Demon God!

The leader of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks is overflowing with devilish energy. Terrifying auras ruthlessly pressed down on Chen Ren's body, causing him to almost lose his breath. Under this aura, he felt like he was about to submit. It was as if this aura was a type of heavenly might, a type of divine might.

However, Chen Ren was a stubborn person, and his will was extremely tenacious. As this aura gradually increased, Chen Ren's will exploded out, fiercely blocking this aura.

However, although Chen Ren could still barely resist this aura, he felt somewhat depressed in his heart. The aura of the leader of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks seemed to have no end. He had finally managed to suppress this aura with great difficulty. In the next moment, there would be an even stronger aura suppressing him. At every moment, Chen Ren felt as if his will was about to collapse.

However, after Chen Ren's will had undergone several transformations, it was no longer the same as before. Under the repeated impacts, Chen Ren's will was constantly on the verge of collapse. However, he still managed to hold on firmly.

On Chen Ren's side, he was depressed, but he did not know that the leader of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks was... Or rather, the remnant soul inside the leader's body was even more depressed now. Initially, the remnant soul in the leader's body wanted to force out Chen Ren's trump card. He wanted to see whose inheritance Chen Ren had obtained.

However, they never expected that the remnant souls would release their pressure bit by bit. However, Chen Ren still stubbornly held on, even though it was a little difficult to hold on. However, he didn't seem to collapse. This made the remnant soul feel extremely unhappy.

No matter what, his divine sense was at the divine soul realm. Even if there was only a sliver of remnant soul left, it was not something a brat who had not even reached the Saint level could lower.

Time passed bit by bit. The aura that erupted from the remnant soul also increased bit by bit. The pressure on Chen Ren's body also became greater and greater. He almost collapsed and fell to his knees.

Not knowing how much time had passed, Chen Ren felt that his will was experiencing a great test at every moment. His will was being tempered at every moment. Finally... Chen Ren could feel that his will had already been condensed to the extreme. If there was any more pressure... His will might really collapse.

Chen Ren sighed helplessly. He knew that his Divine Sense was still very weak after all. Compared to this remnant soul, there was an intrinsic gap between their levels. No matter how tough his will was, he would not be able to persist.

Just as Chen Ren felt that his will could not persist any longer, a dark golden light burst out from Chen Ren's body. A small dark golden hammer also appeared in Chen Ren's hand. When the small hammer appeared, Chen Ren felt the pressure on his body lighten. That terrifying aura was actually unable to affect him in the slightest.

And just as this dark golden small hammer appeared in Chen Ren's hand, an exclamation came from the leader of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks, "Xing Huan! The successor of the Craftsman God? You actually have Xing Huan in your hand, and you are the successor of the Craftsman God! "

From the tone of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks, one could hear a strong sense of fear and disbelief. It was obvious that Xing Huan and the Craftsman God had left a deep impression in the remnant soul's heart.

However, after this exclamation, the leader of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks revealed a trace of extreme excitement in his eyes. A trace of greed burst out from the leader of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks' eyes. Then, the leader of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks looked at Chen Ren with a scrutinizing look.

Chen Ren frowned slightly. The eyes of the leader of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks gave Chen Ren a very unpleasant feeling. In the eyes of the leader of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks, Chen Ren had become a very rare natural treasure.

"Tsk tsk, it's really an illusion. It's really the inheritor of the Craftsman God. It seems this king is truly lucky. This king is destined to be famous throughout the history of the saint race for generations to come! Hahaha... " The head of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks looked excitedly at Chen Ren.

After hearing this laughter again, the disgust in Chen Ren's eyes became even stronger. "So noisy!" Chen Ren shouted coldly, then his body flashed, and he raised the Star Illusion high up in the air. He fiercely attacked the leader of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks on the opposite side.

The leader of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks revealed a trace of ridicule in his eyes when he saw Chen Ren taking the initiative to attack him under such circumstances. Then, Chen Ren saw... Around the leader of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks... Waves of extremely viscous demonic Qi crazily surged out and turned into a pitch-black demonic palm in front of the leader of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks.

This devil palm that was pitch black like ink crazily condensed before fiercely slapping down towards Chen Ren.

A shocking aura erupted from the illusionary star in Chen Ren's hand. The illusionary star also grew with the wind. At the front of the illusionary star, there was even a dark golden hammer shadow that violently collided with the devil palm.

The enormous hammer shadow violently collided with the ink-black devil palm. Waves of terrifying energy ripples spread out. That enormous devil palm stopped in midair and was unable to continue pressing down.

As for the Star Illusion in Chen Ren's hand, it was also suppressed by the demonic palm and was unable to move at all. The hammer shadow on the Star Illusion and the demonic palm fell into a deadlock in the air.

The two huge rays of light were in a deadlock in the air, and a terrifying pressure spread throughout the entire Black Soil Jungle at this moment. Even the other people who were fighting at the side felt this terrifying pressure. Their expressions changed and they temporarily stopped fighting.

The others of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks looked at the peerless demonic might displayed by their boss. Their eyes were filled with complicated expressions. No one could tell what they were thinking.

As for Vivian, Chen Xin'er, and the others, they looked at the place of the confrontation with serious expressions. Looking at the current situation, Chen Ren seemed to have used all his strength. Even the Star Illusion showed signs of taking the initiative to attack, so the opponent Chen Ren was facing now... What kind of existence was it? Could it be that there was such a terrifying existence among the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks?

If there really was such a terrifying existence, would Chen Ren be able to resist it? Although Chen Ren was able to create miracles every time, the situation this time seemed somewhat different. Vivian and Chen Xin'er also felt somewhat nervous.

Under the worried gazes of Chen Xin'er, Vivian and the others, the two huge lights in the sky that were in a deadlock gradually changed.

A clear cracking sound came from the sky. Then, everyone saw that the shadow of the giant hammer in front of the star illusion actually had some cracks at this time.

Then, the cracks on the shadow of the hammer seemed to be contagious and spread quickly. After a few breaths, the cracks on the hammer had already been covered. Then, under everyone's astonished gaze, the light from the hammer shattered.

After the layer of light on the surface of the Star Illusion shattered, the Star Illusion let out an unwilling cry before turning into a dark golden light and returning to Chen Ren's right hand.

Chen Ren held the Star Illusion in his hand, and a resolute light flashed in his eyes. If it wasn't because he was too weak previously, the Star Illusion wouldn't have been defeated!0

However, when the light of the hammer shattered, the devilish energy on the pitch-black devil palm was almost depleted. The remaining wisp of the devil palm, which was as black as ink, fell down with a loud bang and crashed onto Chen Ren's body.

Chen Ren was already prepared when the pitch-black demonic palm landed. He threw a fierce punch and collided with the demonic palm.

The energy on the demonic palm was already running out. It was shattered immediately after being hit by Chen Ren's fist. However, even so, Chen Ren was still forced to take a few steps back.

An abnormal flush appeared on Chen Ren's face. It was only after a few breaths of time that Chen Ren regained his strength.

The leader of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks looked at Chen Ren and said coldly, "After all, you are only the inheritor of the Craftsman God. If the Craftsman God was really here, I might really be afraid. However, hmph..."

At this point, the leader of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks had a trace of hatred in his eyes. This hatred seemed to be directed at the Craftsman God, as well as Xing Huan and Chen Ren!

After hearing the leader of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks' words, the corner of Chen Ren's mouth revealed a trace of a cold smile. He said, "Just like you? You're only afraid of seeing my master? Perhaps you would have knelt down and begged for mercy by then, because you also know... You won't even have the chance to escape after seeing my master!"

"Not to mention now, even if you were at your peak... Seeing my master, I'm afraid you can only flee in panic! Right, why do you hate my master so much? Could it be that it's all my master's fault that you've become like this, neither human nor ghost?"

When Chen Ren finished speaking, he could clearly feel that the leader of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks in front of him began to tremble violently at this moment.

Chen Ren's words seemed to have touched some unbearable memories in the remnant soul's heart. "Shut up. Who said that I would love to run away when I see that fellow? Back then, This King also fought with that old fellow!"

When he said the last sentence, Chen Ren could clearly hear the arrogance in the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks' leader's tone. It seemed that in the remnant soul's opinion, it was a great honor to be able to fight the Craftsman God.

"Oh, it seems that you feel very proud of being able to escape from my master's hands?" Chen Ren said with some ridicule.

Originally, these words would be a great insult to anyone who heard it, but after the leader of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks heard these words, you idiot, even though you are the inheritor of that fellow," said the leader of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks. You don't know how powerful that fellow is, do you? Indeed... Those who could fight this guy without dying were all very formidable. However, when I, the Emperor, come out from seclusion, haha... "

Hearing these words, Chen Ren had already confirmed that the one inside the body of the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Hawks right now was... In fact, this extraterrestrial devil should have been qualified to participate in that great battle back then. It was even possible that he had once fought the Craftsman God!

Then, the realm of this remnant soul was also obvious: Divine level!

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