"Lin Feng... just you wait, I won't let you get away with this!" Slaughter Demon God said viciously. Despite his severe injuries, the hatred and madness in his eyes remained undiminished. Transforming into a streak of blood-red light, he desperately tried to flee the scene.
Watching the fleeing Slaughter Demon God, a cold glint flashed across Lin Feng's eyes. "Hmph, you want to run just because you can't win? As if it's that easy." His voice echoed through the Chaos, carrying an unquestionable majesty.
Lin Feng closed his eyes slightly, instantly entering an ethereal state. He began channeling the formidable Power of Laws of Spatial Law within his body, the energy surging like a violent tide. His mind was entirely immersed in the comprehension of Spatial Law, and the surrounding Qi of Chaos seemed to sense his power, beginning to tremble slightly.
Driven by Lin Feng's will, the Power of Spatial Law slowly overflowed from his body, spreading outward. The surrounding space seemed to be gently touched by an invisible giant hand, beginning to twist slightly. Mysterious spatial ripples spread outward from Lin Feng like concentric circles on water.
Lin Feng snapped his eyes open, a brilliant light flashing within them. He raised his right hand, curled his fingers slightly, and clenched them into a fist. At that very moment, the Power of Spatial Law erupted, and the surrounding space suddenly tightened like a compressed spring. A massive spatial rift appeared out of thin air, churning forth a powerful suction force.
The Slaughter Demon God, transformed into a streak of blood-red light and attempting to escape, instantly felt an irresistible force pulling at him. He struggled in terror, but the suction was far too strong. His speed gradually slowed down, and finally, he was forcefully yanked out of his escape route.
Hauled forcibly into the independent space constructed by Lin Feng, Slaughter Demon God instantly descended into madness. His eyes burned with the flames of fury, blood-red light flashing within them as if he wanted to set the entire space ablaze.
"Roar!" Slaughter Demon God let out a deafening roar, his body beginning to writhe violently. Every inch of his skin seemed filled with endless power, his sharp spikes standing on end and radiating a chilling blood-red glow. He charged desperately toward the spatial barrier, attempting to smash through this cage binding him with his own body.
When he slammed into the spatial barrier, the entire space trembled. A powerful rebounding force hit him, causing Slaughter Demon God's body to shudder slightly, but he showed no intention of backing down. Exerting himself once more, his muscles tensed, his blood vessels bulging like earthworms, and the blood-red light formed a dense crimson halo around his body.
Swinging his fist imbued with his powerful power of the laws of slaughter, Slaughter Demon God smashed fiercely against the spatial barrier. Every punch landed with a muffled, booming sound, sending ripple-like waves across the spatial barrier, yet it remained as sturdy as ever. His fists grew bloody from the constant impacts, but he seemed entirely numb to the pain, continuing his frantic assault.
"Lin Feng, you despicable villain! If you have the guts, let me out and we'll fight a proper match!" Slaughter Demon God roared angrily as he attacked. His voice, filled with reluctance and resentment, echoed within the narrow space.
Next, he opened his gaping maw and spat out beams of blood-red energy, shooting toward the spatial barrier like lasers. These energy beams contained his concentrated will of slaughter, and wherever they passed, space itself seemed to be corroded with faint traces. However, upon being struck, the runes on the spatial barrier immediately flashed with dazzling light, neutralizing the attacks one by one.
Seeing this, Slaughter Demon God grew even more frantic. He began darting wildly about the space, searching for any weak points in the barrier. Moving at blinding speed like a streak of lightning, he left behind trails of bloody phantoms. He continuously tried various methods to break the spatial restraints—sometimes slamming into it with his body, sometimes attacking with energy, and sometimes attempting to erode the spatial barrier using his laws of slaughter. Yet, the disparity in their cultivation was simply too vast.
No matter how hard he struggled, the spatial cage constructed by Lin Feng remained as unyielding as rock. Slaughter Demon God's strength gradually depleted amidst these frantic attempts, his aura growing chaotic and weak. Yet, the madness and hatred in his eyes did not wane in the slightest; instead, they burned even more fiercely. Those blood-red eyes seemed to burn with an unquenchable fire, brimming with malice and resentment toward Lin Feng.
He knew very well that he could not escape this sturdy spatial cage for the time being, but he was by no means resigned to being imprisoned like this. Silently plotting in his heart, he waited for an opportunity—a possible turning point, however slim—and vowed never to give up. Within this confined space, his figure paced back and forth restlessly like a trapped beast, every step stirring up a flurry of crimson light.
Outside the space, Lin Feng watched Slaughter Demon God's struggles quietly, his heart completely undisturbed. His gaze was cold and resolute, as if he were looking at an insignificant ant. Lin Feng had long since learned how to remain calm in adversity and how to stay level-headed in the face of victory.
"If you want to live, hand over your natal treasure, your Natal Formula, half of your slaughter origin, and ten drops of your essential blood, and I will spare you," Lin Feng said coldly. His voice echoed through the Chaos Space, carrying an unquestionable majesty.
Hearing Lin Feng's demands, Slaughter Demon God's body jerked violently. His face twisted with anger and struggle; these were his most treasured possessions. His natal treasure was a vital source of his power, the Natal Formula was his fundamental basis for survival in the Chaos World, and his slaughter origin and essential blood were tied directly to his very life and cultivation.
"Lin Feng, in your dreams! These things are my foundation, I will never hand them over!" Slaughter Demon God roared, his voice filled with resolute defiance.
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold gleam flashing through them. "Since you are so unappreciative, continue struggling in this cage. I have all the time in the world. When your strength is exhausted, I will simply take what I want."
With that, Lin Feng ignored Slaughter Demon God's roars and struggles. Standing quietly, he began adjusting his aura, preparing for any possible contingencies. He knew that Slaughter Demon God would not yield easily, but he had sufficient patience and means to force his submission.
In this Chaos World, the strong ruled and the weak obeyed. Lin Feng understood this truth thoroughly; he would not show misplaced mercy, because in this world full of danger and challenges, mercy often meant death. He had to continually grow stronger, acquiring more resources and power, in order to gain a firm footing in the Chaos World.
Time slowly slipped away amidst this tense atmosphere. The Chaos World remained utterly silent, save for the standoff between Lin Feng and Slaughter Demon God, which continued like a smokeless war filled with unknowns and variables.
Inside the spatial cage, Slaughter Demon God felt a swirling mixture of despair and fury. He was unwilling to be coerced by Lin Feng like this, yet he could find no way to escape. Every failed attempt to break the cage dealt a blow to his confidence. "Am I really going to have to hand over these precious items? No, I must find a way out of this predicament." While thinking this, he continued to observe the spatial cage, trying to find a flaw. However, as time dragged on, his strength dwindled and his body grew increasingly exhausted.
Ultimately, fearing that Lin Feng might truly deliver a fatal blow, Slaughter Demon God gritted his teeth and agreed. "Fine, Lin Feng, I agree! But you must swear that once you get the items, you will let me leave." Slaughter Demon God shouted, his voice laced with helplessness and bitter resentment. Filled with humiliation at that moment, he had no choice but to temporarily compromise in order to preserve his life.
Hearing Slaughter Demon God's reply, the corners of Lin Feng's mouth curled up slightly. "Rest assured, I, Lin Feng, keep my word. As long as you hand over what I want, I will naturally let you go." A wave of relief washed over Lin Feng inwardly; he knew his goal was within reach. Though he understood Slaughter Demon God might not let the matter rest completely, at the very least, he would presently acquire these precious resources and elevate his strength. In this Chaos World, strength was the foundation of survival, and with these items, his power would advance even further.