Chapter 69

Seeing that their attacks against Lin Feng's formation were completely futile, the many Chaos Demon Gods had no choice but to stop their useless assaults in bitter frustration. Their eyes, once filled with rage and killing intent, were now exhausted and helpless. Their complexions were as gloomy as if water could drip from them. Heavy sighs rose and fell one after another, echoing through the Chaos Space like a symphony of defeat. The Demon Gods gritted their teeth so hard the muscles in their jaws stood out clearly, revealing their extreme reluctance to accept this. They slowly sat down cross-legged, their movements heavy as if every shift consumed massive amounts of energy. Their battle-hardened bodies appeared somewhat hunched, as though weighed down by an invisible pressure that threatened to break their spines. One of the Demon Gods wore battle armor that was tattered and stained with blood. His eyes were tightly shut, his brows deeply furrowed, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, sliding past his cheeks to drop into the Qi of Chaos below, where they vanished instantly. His breathing was rapid and ragged, every intake like a desperate attempt to draw in the thin ambient energy to restore his nearly exhausted magic power.