The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1409: Capturing the Enemy Commander Alive

"Do not even think about escaping!"

Ling Feng gritted his teeth and activated the Soul Splitting Art once more. His spiritual power surged instantly. With a low roar, he unleashed the full force of the Terrifying Gaze.

"What?"

The black-armored commander felt a terrifying wave of spiritual consciousness shoot toward him from behind. His eyelids twitched violently. Even before the attack struck, the oppressive force made his mind reel and his body falter midair.

"Hmph! Trivial tricks!"

His qi and blood stalled for only a brief moment before his speed surged again.

"Terrifying Gaze!"

Ling Feng pushed the technique to its limit. The invisible force struck again.

The black-armored commander's body stiffened. His elemental force became obstructed, and he could not stop himself from falling.

How could Fairy Qingping miss such an opening?

She seized the moment and drove the golden bell down toward him, aiming to trap him inside.

"Damn it!"

The black-armored commander was, after all, an Extreme Third Stage Human Emperor. Even after taking a hit from the Terrifying Gaze, he regained clarity in a short time. He immediately unleashed his full elemental force. His eyes turned bloodshot as he roared, "Soul Rending Blood Claw!"

Three crimson claw strikes slammed into the golden bell. A thunderous explosion rang out. The bell shattered instantly, breaking into countless fragments.

Connected to the bell by her spiritual consciousness, Fairy Qingping turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood. The backlash left her badly injured.

"Boy, if you keep chasing me, you will die!"

Pressed for time, the black-armored commander injured Fairy Qingping with a single move and chose not to linger. He accelerated again and fled toward the edge of the forest.

Ling Feng had no intention of letting him go!

"You think you can run?" Ling Feng growled. He had invested too much time and effort to let this walking bundle of contribution points escape.

Fairy Qingping felt her strength fading. She clenched her fists and looked at Ling Feng. "Hey... are you still going after him? I do not have much elemental force left."

"Then stay here and rest. He forced that attack just now to break your bell, so he is suffering backlash as well. He is at the end of his strength. I can handle him alone!"

With that, Ling Feng shot forward like lightning. He directly activated the Flying Immortal Sword Controlling Art and chased after the black-armored commander at full speed.

The black-armored commander glanced back with a vicious expression. Seeing Ling Feng still pursuing him relentlessly, his face twisted with fury. "Since you want to die, I will grant your wish!"

"Who lives and who dies is not for you to decide!"

Just as he was about to escape, a cold voice rang out beside him, accompanied by the crack of thunder.

"Divine Thunder Avatar!"

A flash of silver lightning tore through the air. A thick bolt of lightning descended in front of him and rapidly condensed into a human form. It was that white robed youth, his killing intent unmistakable!

At the same time, the black-armored commander felt his heart convulse violently, pounding as if it would burst.

His qi and blood reversed direction, and his body locked up.

"Stay here!"

The Ghost Eye on Ling Feng's forehead had already vanished. His eyes, once filled with spiritual will, now looked eerily different, as if a demonic ruler had descended upon the world.

"Void Touch!"

Only after breaking away from Fairy Qingping did Ling Feng dare to use this power. It was a gift from the empress of the devilkin.

The Void Eye!

A strange pair of eyes flickered as a rift tore open behind the black-armored commander. From within the crack, thick void tentacles surged out and wrapped tightly around his body.

"What kind of ability is this? What are you?"

The black-armored commander stared at Ling Feng in shock. He could feel the void tentacles draining his elemental force and even the essence of his flesh.

"Go ask in hell!"

Ling Feng clenched his fists. His qi and blood surged around him like two crimson dragons.

The Dragon-Elephant Tyrant Body Art activated at full force. An overwhelming strength gathered within his fists.

Pushing the Dragon Elephant Divine Strength to its peak, Ling Feng moved like a bolt of lightning. In an instant, he unleashed eight consecutive punches, each one crashing directly into the black-armored commander's chest.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Blood burst from the commander's body under the relentless blows.

Bang!

With a dull impact, his body was sent flying like a launched projectile, crashing hundreds of meters away along with his armor.

"Ah! You... ruthless!"

The black-armored commander screamed and collapsed to the ground. His limbs twitched as blood poured from his body.

His physique was indeed tough. Even after taking such a barrage, he still clung to life.

Even so, his meridians had been completely shattered. He could no longer resist.

With Ling Feng and Fairy Qingping working together, they had finally subdued this Extreme Third Stage black-armored commander.

The cost, however, was not small.

Fairy Qingping was nearly exhausted. Her body bore multiple injuries, and both her stamina and elemental force were almost depleted.

Ling Feng was in even worse condition. After repeatedly using soul techniques, his spiritual power was close to running dry. He felt mentally drained, his expression visibly worn.

Fortunately, as an alchemist, he lacked nothing when it came to medicinal pills.

He took out several pills to restore his qi, blood, and spiritual consciousness. After recovering slightly, he moved swiftly and bound the black-armored commander tightly, preparing to bring him back to the Hall of War.

After all, a dead barbarian general and a captured one were not worth the same. A living prisoner was far more valuable.

"You damned brat! The kings of our barbarian race will not let you go. You will die a miserable death!"

Though captured, the black-armored commander forced himself to speak and hurled curses. Ling Feng kicked him, leaving him dazed and seeing stars.

Before long, Ling Feng dragged the black-armored commander back to Fairy Qingping. Seeing that she was still regulating her breath, he clicked his tongue and casually handed her a few medicinal pills.

"This place is not safe. Since we have captured the barbarian general, we should withdraw immediately."

Ling Feng cast a wary glance toward the barren stone mountain behind them. The entire mountain exuded a suffocating, oppressive aura. That was the territory of the barbarians, the North Luo Mountain range.

Fairy Qingping glanced at Ling Feng, swallowed the pills, and regained a bit of strength. Understanding the danger, she quickly regrouped with Lin Mu. Together, they escorted the captured black-armored commander out of the primeval forest and rejoined the main force.

...

At the same time, atop a low hill stood two figures. They were Zuo Feiqing, the Hall Master of Tempest Wind Hall, and Cao Yang, an elder of the Hall of War.

Behind them stood more than a dozen guards clad in silver armor. They moved in and out of the forest, reporting back. The lead guard compiled the results of each elite team's captures into a written record.

Before long, the inner sect disciples who had entered the forest to hunt the barbarian scouts began returning one after another.

About one fifth of them were injured. Most had encountered scouts and were wounded after losing the fight. Some were unfamiliar with combat in the wild forest and mistook shadows for enemies, even injuring their own allies by mistake.

Nearly half of the rest returned in poor condition. Not only had they failed to achieve any merit, they came back looking battered and humiliated.