"Feng Ling, I underestimated you!" Demon Lord Xie Yun shouted violently, and the devilish energy all over his body spurted out wildly. At the same time, the blood-red light from all around condensed, reducing his pressure suddenly.
On the other hand, Feng Ling was stunned by the erosion of the blood. He felt a dizzy feeling in his brain that was stronger than before. Although it only took a short moment for him to recover, but this change, It also caused him to miss an excellent opportunity to kill Evil Cloud Demon Lord.
"Forbidden Technique - Devouring Souls and Devouring Souls!"
With the help of the blood-red light, Evil Cloud Demon Lord took the opportunity to slightly block Feng Ling's continuous offensive, quickly retreated out of Feng Ling's attack range, quickly escaped into the surrounding blood light, and secretly launched Formation for sneak attack.
As a forbidden spell was spoken, the entire strange formation spun wildly, forming bloody red stench whirlpools. The smelly whirlpool was filled with overwhelming resentment, and extremely powerful suction forces suddenly came out of it.
Feng Ling just glanced at the whirlpools, and felt a sharp pain as if his mind was being torn away by the sword. His eyes were splitting, and he almost roared. If he hadn't held on to Guiyuan at the critical moment and swallowed a Lingtai Qingming Pill, otherwise he would have been controlled by resentment and entered a state of irrational rage.
"Bang!!" The entire jungle was filled with gloomy winds. With the ancient tree at the core of the formation as the center, lonely ghosts from all directions were forcibly sucked in and fell into the whirlpool, making eerie hisses.
Feng Ling immediately opened the barrier, held his hands tightly and inserted the fire-tip spear into the ground three feet deep, and then released the White Dragon Artifact Spirit's true form. Only then was he able to resist the pulling force and save a moment. Tribulation.
But he was also enveloped in a large amount of red light and fell into a passive defense situation.
"Feng Ling, do you feel a headache now? It seems that your soul is about to leave the body, right? Chan Chan Chan, if you are trapped in this soul-devouring formation, sooner or later it will eat up your soul and turn you into flesh and blood. Squeeze it dry and stop resisting in vain!"
With his figure hidden in the surrounding red light, Demon Lord Xie Yun would launch sneak attacks with a charming smile from time to time. If he missed a hit, he would immediately run away, waiting for the next opportunity to strike, and he would never be greedy for success.
With the formation and constant energy replenishment, Evil Cloud Demon Lord is invincible, and there is no need for a head-on confrontation with Feng Ling.
At the beginning, the epic overlord who retreated in his hands was careless and suffered a huge loss from the soul-devouring formation. He was almost trapped in the formation and died. Even if he finally escaped, he would not be able to survive. An extremely heavy price was paid.
In the red light, Demon Lord Xie Yun stared at Feng Ling, who seemed to be using all his strength to resist the suction force, and immediately launched another sneak attack. At the same time, Feng Ling held the fire-tip gun tightly, and under the powerful suction force, he and the gun slid out three meters away.
Seeing this scene clearly, Demon Lord Xie Yun, who sneaked up under the cover of red light, snorted coldly, and the disdain in his eyes became stronger. He obviously didn't think Feng Ling had the ability to get out of trouble.
"Evil Cloud Demon Lord..." In the increasingly concentrated spiritual perception, a vague red shadow with a humanoid outline approached behind him like a ghost.
Just when Demon Lord Xie Yun was about to succeed, Feng Ling suddenly turned around and struck out with his palm, yelling: "You have indeed fallen into the trap!"
"No, it's a scam!" Sensing something bad, Demon Lord Xie Yun quickly made a secret to roll back the red light that enveloped his body, trying to get away.
