Han Feng did not stop, absorbing all the demonic energy in this area. After adjusting his breath for a while, he led a hundred thousand sealed warriors to continue the attack, trying to conquer the entire magic mountain world.
Time flies, as if more than half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.
Han Feng once again gathered a million troops around him. They were invincible and swept across the eastern area of the Magic Mountain World, defeating countless demon armies.
Taking this as an opportunity, Han Feng also absorbed a large amount of demonic energy, allowing his physical training to reach a higher level.
During this period, many human monks gathered, but for the sake of his own cultivation, Han Feng did not let them get close and only allowed them to follow him from the outside.
Like a snowball, as time went by, Han Feng's army grew larger and larger, gradually growing to a size of two million. Every time he attacked the demon army, it was like the sea swallowing up the waves, sweeping away the enemy in just one breath. And empty.
Before I knew it, half a month had passed.
Han Feng's army expanded to the level of three million, nearly annihilating the demon army in this area to the east.
He began to change direction and advance toward the west. Along the way, he encountered groups of tens of thousands of demonic troops, but they failed to cause any interference to his army.
Along the way, Han Feng led everyone on a rampage that no demon army could resist, and harvested endless spiritual materials from heaven and earth.
Until they went to the west area, the Demon Mountain World organized a large army on its own. The number of the demon army was countless and mighty.
In the sky, there was another vast amount of demonic energy emerging, densely packed, which greatly increased the strength of those demonic armies and successfully blocked the pace of Han Feng's army.
The two armies collided fiercely, the battle lines became longer and longer, the battlefield area became extremely wide, covering tens of thousands of miles, and fierce battles continued.
At first, Han Feng's army had the upper hand, but after half an hour, as the demonic armies continued to join from far away, they began to feel pressure and gradually reached a stalemate. Every moment, piles of soldiers from both sides fell. Turn into nothing.
There were demonic armies coming from all directions, besieging them, and the sealing warriors on the outside were defeated one after another. Even some human monks were not spared and died.
As a result, the surrounding human monks began to break out, no longer resisting, and most of them escaped in a short time.
Moreover, those demonic troops did not pursue them at all and allowed them to leave. It seemed that they had only one purpose, which was to besiege Han Feng in the central area. Instead, the battlefield quickly shrank, as if they wanted to suffocate Han Feng to death in the central area.
In a moment, the battlefield was only two to three thousand miles in size, but the collisions became more intense. The human monks in the inner layer were killed and injured countless times. Only some people with hidden cultivation were able to escape due to the sudden explosion.
"This guy seems to have become a thorn in the side of the Demon Mountain World. Even if he can escape in this battle, he will still be seriously injured!" A monk from the Wanjian Sect's Pill Formation Perfection stood in the distance, looking back at the battlefield, murmuring Said to himself.
"Hey, does Brother Long have an idea?" A monk from Hehuan Valley not far away asked with a smile.
"I'm not interested. Please help me, fellow Taoist!" The monk from Wanjian Sect glanced at him and said calmly.
After saying this, he turned around and left without any hesitation. He obviously didn't want to fish in troubled waters here anymore.
The handsome young monk from Hehuan Valley chuckled lightly, without stopping, turned around and walked away in the other direction.
After the other human monks escaped, they stayed for a short time and seemed to have some ideas. However, seeing the increasingly fierce battle situation, they gave up their thoughts and left one after another.
Only a few dozen half-step psychics stayed far enough away to wait secretly.
At this time, the war was still going on, and it was becoming more and more massive and tragic. In just two hours, Han Feng's army lost one million sealed warriors.
Of course, the demon army was defeated even more, nearly 1.5 million. But they had reinforcements, and the seal warriors gradually became exhausted.
Han Feng took the lead and fought hard to kill the enemy. He tried his best to tear open the encirclement, but he couldn't kill them all. He defeated a demon army, and there were layers of demon army behind him, blocking him inside.
At the same time, high in the sky, a black lightning suddenly appeared, making a chirping sound, and hit Han Feng's body without any deviation.
Han Feng was staggered, his body was shaken so hard that he almost fell to the ground.
He took a deep breath and ran the Soul Refining Diamond Art at full speed to resolve the strange power that invaded his body. At the same time, he flicked his wrist and shot out thousands of sword energy to destroy the besieging demon army.
However, the black thunder and lightning in the sky continued to fall one after another, just like heavy rain, one after another, with no sign of stopping.
Han Feng's body was as if submerged by a thunder and lightning waterfall, and his body could no longer be seen clearly.
The arrival of such terrifying power did not cause any disturbance. This is evident from the accuracy of power control in this world. It has obviously reached an extremely wonderful level.
The surrounding demonic troops reacted instinctively and immediately retreated, not daring to get even close to Han Feng.
Han Feng groaned repeatedly, but he was not hurt, because the residual talisman suddenly took action for some unknown reason, opening a small light door from the center of his eyebrows, and successfully introduced those black thunder and lightning into the mysterious little world, which allowed it to The superficial branch line slowly recovered, and in less than a cup of tea, it restored two branch lines.
When the human monks on the periphery saw this situation, they were ready to take action, but they were afraid of those black thunder and lightning and did not dare to act rashly.
"No need to wait, this person will definitely die. That is the Thunder of the Magic Mountain. Every blow is comparable to the level of late psychic. No matter how deeply his cultivation is hidden, it is impossible to compete with him. No one can save him. !" A middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes in Jiuxiao Palace said firmly.
His aura is not weak. Although it only shows the state of perfect pill formation, it seems that he hides his cultivation level, which is at least a half-step psychic level.
Although he looked confident, he showed no sign of leaving. It was obvious that he had not given up and was still thinking about attacking Han Feng.
The human monks in the same sky ignored him and stared closely at the situation on Han Feng's side. Any slight change would cause changes in their demeanor.
In their eyes, Han Feng's cultivation level must be beyond imagination, and he is probably a true psychic. Otherwise, he would not have attracted so much attention in the Magic Mountain World. They would only attack him without attacking anyone.
Moreover, a person who can gather millions of sealed warriors will not be an ordinary person, and he may even be in the middle or even late stage of psychic realm.
