The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 872: Crimson Tide

SCREECH! SCREECH!

The bloodcrows' shrieks filled the air!

The dense swarm was packed so tightly that countless bloodcrows near the cliff were crushed into pulp, painting the dark rock face in streaks of crimson.

"Damn it!" Wang Chuanjia and the others desperately scrambled upward.

"What the hell is happening? This makes no sense!"

Xue Ji was equally baffled. Those large-sized bloodcrow usually lurked five thousand zhang below, while the cavern housing the Lingxu Spring was only around three thousand zhang deep. They shouldn't have encountered such a frenzy this early—yet here they were, barely a thousand zhang down, facing a tidal wave of bloodcrows!

This is beyond natural!

At this rate, they'd never make it back to the top before being ground to paste by the sheer density of the swarm.

This wasn't just a flock of bloodsucking crows anymore—it was a gigantic millstone, ready to crush them against the cliffs!

"Everyone, stay calm!"

Ling Feng anchored himself to the rock face and shouted, "Hold your positions! Don't move!"

Though panic-stricken, Wang Chuanjia and Bai Yuan—trained soldiers at heart—obeyed their leader's order.

Xue Ji, however, turned deathly pale.

Stay put and wait to die?!

She was the lowest of the group—if anyone died first, it'd be her!

Ignoring orders, she tried to climb up, only for Ling Feng to kick her back down.

Xue Ji clenched her fists,a mix of fury and terror in her eyes. "You—! What are you doing?! We have to run! Even the Demonic Jiao Prince wouldn't face that swarm head-on!"

Ling Feng's gaze remained locked on the approaching black tide. "Just because your prince can't doesn't mean I can't. Idiot! Do you really think you can outclimb flying crows? Stay put if you want to live!"

Xue Ji shuddered as the crimson tide surged closer, the stench of blood thick in the air. The sheer numbers made her skin crawl.

Everyone stared at Ling Feng, their hearts pounding. That swarm could pulp them instantly.

As the crow-millstone loomed, Ling Feng swallowed a medicinal pill from his storage spirit ring and unleashed his Lingtian Sword Force.

A six-zhang absolute domain formed around him—any crow that entered was instantly shredded.

But the swarm came in endless waves, battering his sword force domain.

No, "battering" wasn't accurate.

The crows weren't attacking—they were being crushed into them by the sheer force of the swarm.

Splat! Splat! Splat!

Blood rained from the sky!

With each impact, Ling Feng's face grew grimmer.

Though his comprehension of sword force had greatly improved inside the Four Spirits Divine-Sealing Tablet, even he couldn't sustain this relentless assault forever.

The pill boosted his spiritual consciousness, but if this continued...

"Damn it, this is suicide!"

Xue Ji was drenched in sweat. With no end to the swarm in sight, they were doomed.

Then Ling Feng did something even more insane.

He pointed downward—and unleashed a tsunami of flames.

Whoosh!

Fire engulfed the space below, incinerating crows by the hundreds, creating a vacuum in the black tide.

From above, it looked like a chunk of the swarm had been erased, revealing a dark void.

"Climb down through the gap!" Ling Feng roared.

"What?!"

Everyone froze.

Go down into that?!

But Ling Feng was already moving, his sword force domain shifting downward with him.

Staying outside its protection meant certain death.

So despite their terror, they followed.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The world darkened as they descended, surrounded by Abyss Bloodcrows that exploded into gore the moment they touched the sword force.

The sheer density was like a raging river of blood.

One misstep, and they'd be swept away—annihilated instantly!

Hearts pounded in throats.

Ten breaths!

Twenty!

Thirty!

After fifty breaths, the frenzy abruptly stopped.

The abyss fell eerily silent.

Looking up, they saw the endless swarm surging toward the distant sky, blotting out the sun like the apocalypse itself!

They'd survived.

Xue Ji's heart hammered against her ribs. That had been too close.

She glanced at Ling Feng.

This guy is a monster.

A mere Pulse Formation Realm cultivator, strong enough to pull that off?

Unprecedented! Unmatched!

Jiang Biyi, still clinging to Ling Feng's back, felt his robes soaked through with sweat—hers now damp too.

That was... insane!

While the others basked in relief, Ling Feng remained tense.

"General Ling, those crows... they weren't attacking us. They were—"

Wang Chuanjia said calmly, his tone steady with a veteran's composure, "Fleeing!"

Ling Feng nodded grimly. "If they'd wanted to kill us, even ten times my strength wouldn't have saved us."

Truthfully, not even the Despicable Donkey could've protected everyone.

If push came to shove, Ling Feng would've taken Jiang Biyi into the Five Elements Heavenly Palace and abandoned the rest.

He'd made that clear from the start—these people weren't comrades he'd trust with his secrets.

Xue Ji bit her lip. "Those large-sized bloodcrow usually dwell ten thousand zhang below, near the Nether-River. They never come up this far. Something must've disturbed the river."

Ling Feng rubbed his nose, recalling the earlier quake.

Something in the Abyss of Death has changed.

And whatever it was, it terrified the Abyss Bloodcrows more than anything else.

"So..." Wang Chuanjia swallowed hard, legs still shaking. "General Ling... do we... keep going down?"

After that ordeal, even this battle-hardened soldier was rattled.

Ling Feng's answer was firm.

"I'm not giving up on the Lingxu Spring."

The Hundred Meridian Limit was within reach—this spring was the final key.

No matter what, he won't turn back.