Chapter 212: Devouring All Despair

At this moment, the people around also noticed the situation in the sky.

That sound of a blade shattering was particularly piercing to their ears.

They understood that if Leng Jiahang and his companion could not withstand the attack from this member of the Demon Race, they would have no way to survive.

At this moment, that sound seemed to come from Hell, making them feel as if they were hearing cries from Hell in such an environment.

Wu Xiaofeng knew the situation was about to reverse; if Leng Jiahang's attack disappeared, he would have no hope left either.

"The only reason we can contend with Jiang Cheng right now is because Leng Jiahang is here. But I believe in you, Brother Leng; you will not just fall like this."

Leng Jiahang watched as his Void Realm Sword Shadow began to shatter.

"Not good, is it still impossible?"

Even if he had started over, would the result still be the same as his previous life?

He had racked his brains and endured countless hardships to finally reach the Soul Transformation Stage, the Realm he had dreamed of in his previous life.

Leng Jiahang had thought reaching this Realm would be enough, but only when he stood at this Realm could he more intuitively feel his own insignificance.

And the gap between himself and others.

In his previous life, he had never considered matters of the Spirit Realm, nor had he witnessed the scenery of a Prodigy.

He was just an inconspicuous small character who had never seen any great storms.

But now, he had a deep understanding of these things.

Especially walking in the shadow of Ye Lin, he finally understood how the Prodigies of the Southern Region felt.

As well as their expectations for the outside world, and their clear understanding of their own strength.

Knowing how limited his own strength was.

For him, back when he was in the Golden Core Stage in his previous life, these were things he would not consider and could not comprehend.

Although he had changed many outcomes in this life, was he still unable to escape the fate of death?

Was he destined to die in this War between Immortals and Demons? Was he ultimately unable to reverse his fate?

While Leng Jiahang was dazed.

"No, I have come this far, living two lives, how can I fall again in this great war?"

"Even if I exhaust every ounce of my strength, I cannot have the thought of giving up."

"I will muster all my strength to crush this despair; I will devour this despair completely like a Taotie!"

"I cannot fall!"

"Now is not the time for me to fall, condense for me again!"

At this moment, blood began to spill from the corner of Leng Jiahang's mouth, but the Void Realm Sword Shadow stopped collapsing.

It began to recover continuously.

Jiang Cheng watched this scene, not expecting that Leng Jiahang would have such astonishing perseverance.

It is said that when a person reaches a certain adversity, they will burst out with huge potential.

It seems this Leng Jiahang is just like that; one must know that wanting to burst out with potential in adversity is not an easy thing.

It requires that person to have extremely strong perseverance and belief to support him.

Otherwise, he would have long since given up in such a desperate environment.

Seeing this scene, Wu Xiaofeng felt a bit sorrowful. "I knew you could do it."

Leng Jiahang's Void Realm Sword Shadow began to erupt with fluctuations even stronger than its previous power.

Wu Xiaofeng was also infected by Leng Jiahang, and the Aura on his body became a bit stronger.

Seeing such a scene, Feng Ying thought, "As expected, this is the Prodigy in my mind."

Jiang Cheng did not show any unusual expression. He had lived for so long and had seen all kinds of great storms; these things were not enough to shake him.

The combined attack of Leng Jiahang and his companion began to take effect, and their attack slowly started to push that giant finger back.

The people around saw this scene, and a thought arose in their hearts in unison: "Come on, you can do it."

That belief of Leng Jiahang was constantly spreading to the surroundings.

Leng Jiahang watched as the attack began to be effective; this was a good sign.

Their attack constantly approached Jiang Cheng, but in the end, it stopped just as it was about to reach him.

Jiang Cheng watched this scene; to him, this kind of belief was useless. He had lived for so long and had seen many such situations.

"As long as I use absolute strength to break all of this, there will be no problem."

"I am the Devil King who can crush all beliefs; all of your beliefs will be transformed into my nourishment."

The attack by Leng Jiahang and his companion was still just a little bit short.

Seeing this, Feng Ying sighed, "What a pity, it was ultimately not enough."

Leng Jiahang and Wu Xiaofeng had no way to take another step forward.

At this moment, Leng Jiahang also had no other solution.

Just at this moment, a voice rang out.

Leng Jiahang turned his head to look behind him. "You have finally recovered."

"We were just waiting for you."

Liu Qinghe naturally knew everything that was happening on the field.

When Liu Qinghe saw Leng Jiahang's blade shattering, she desperately wanted to help, but she was powerless.

Fortunately, the two of them relied on their belief to hold on, and even managed some counterattacks.

How could she just be a spectator after seeing this scene?

At the critical moment, she finally recovered and gained the ability to act.

Although she was not in her peak state, it seemed it should be enough now.

Liu Qinghe came to the side of the two.

Wu Xiaofeng saw Liu Qinghe. "You're here, I've been waiting for you for a while."

"Let's attack together."

Liu Qinghe nodded and joined in.

With Liu Qinghe joining, Jiang Cheng's attack began to lose strength.

He had also consumed quite a bit of power.

Jiang Cheng watched the scene before him. "Just a little bit short, and you managed to catch up."

The attacks of the three began to erupt with unparalleled power.

That Aura shot straight into the clouds.

Jiang Cheng's Myriad Soul Gloom Finger began to gradually dissipate, and the giant finger started to develop countless cracks.

The attacks of the three ultimately broke through that despair-inducing giant finger.

But the attacks of the three did not stop; instead, they headed straight for Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng watched the incoming attack with an expressionless face.

Dazzling light covered this area, making it impossible to see what the situation was like.

Leng Jiahang and the other two looked forward.

Leng Jiahang gradually retracted the long sword beside him, unable to hold on any longer, and collapsed.

Leng Jiahang lay on the ground, gasping for air.

Leng Jiahang could no longer move; this battle could be said to be his most difficult one.

If their belief had collapsed at that moment, they would not be here now.

Wu Xiaofeng and Liu Qinghe came to Leng Jiahang's side.

At this moment, the Domain around them had long since dissipated, and Jiang Cheng in the sky had already vanished without a trace.

The people around saw this moment and knew that they had defeated that member of the Demon Race this time.

They had survived.

This feeling of surviving a disaster left a deep impression on them.

They had finally survived; that member of the Demon Race was simply too powerful.

Seeing this situation, Feng Ying took a deep look before leaving.

He did not state the purpose of his visit this time.