Lin Feng took a quick look back and saw that there were still quite a few Chaos Demon Gods who, owing to their sluggish speed, were only now wheezing and stumbling as they caught up. Their faces were flushed, their breathing ragged, and their steps unsteady, as if they had just endured a long and arduous trek. Their countenances were distorted like enraged wolves, and their eyes blazed with a fury that seemed capable of reducing everything before them to ashes. Clearly, Lin Feng's provocations and teasing had driven them to the verge of a breakdown, pushing the anger in their hearts to its absolute peak.
Therefore, Lin Feng had activated only a small defensive formation right at the center—a measure he had thoughtfully and meticulously prepared precisely in anticipation of such a scenario. The formation resembled a thin curtain of light, emitting a faint yet resilient radiance like a mysterious veil that safely enveloped him. Soft as this glow appeared, it harbored immense power, acting as an invisible barrier that blocked out every external threat.
Hiding inside the formation at this moment, Lin Feng felt like a mischievous child teasing a group of clumsy adults, wildly mocking the Chaos Demon Gods solely to thoroughly provoke them and lure them into blindly charging into his carefully laid formation. A cunning gleam flickered in his eyes, and a smug smile hung on the corners of his lips as though everything remained entirely under his control.
Chapter 68