The Strongest Urban Son-in-law-Chapter 1201 - 1218: Saint [Update 4]

The Purple Demon Flood Dragon continued, "The formations arranged outside the Dragon Country to the east, also have a large formation in the west. The two formations are interconnected in a symbiotic relationship. Once one collapses, the other will follow suit. It must be that the western formation has collapsed, causing the Dragon Country’s formation to crumble as well!"

"What should we do now?" Everyone was anxious; with such a significant disturbance, problems were sure to follow.

This would certainly alert the strong practitioners within the Spirit Martial Continent. At that time, even a few True Gods from the Spirit Martial Continent would be more than the Dragon Country could withstand. The Purple Demon Flood Dragon frowned and said, "If there were a powerful divine artifact to act as the formation’s source, it might temporarily delay the merging of the two continents. Unfortunately, I don’t have any formidable divine artifacts at hand."

At this moment, Duan Lingfeng was taken aback, then he took out the Xuanyuan Sword, looked at the Purple Demon Flood Dragon, and asked, "Will this work?"

Upon seeing the Xuanyuan Sword, a hint of joy flashed in the Purple Demon Flood Dragon’s eyes: "A Quasi Divine Artifact! Yes, it will work, of course. Bring it here, and help me stabilize the formation to prevent it from collapsing!"

"Alright, how long can we hold out?" Duan Lingfeng asked curiously.

The Purple Demon Flood Dragon said, "With the Xuanyuan Sword, we should be able to delay the merging for about two or three years!"

"Great! Let’s proceed like this for now. Once Ye Feng returns, we’ll discuss further plans. Ye Feng should have a solution!" Duan Lingfeng nodded, expressing hope that once Ye Feng came back, he would have a way to resolve things.

Meanwhile, in M Country, the Five-pointed Star Magic Formation was continuously erupting. In the void, a massive space portal appeared. At that moment, an extremely terrifying aura burst forth.

A black and white power instantly descended upon the surrounding tens of miles; the entire world turned black and white. In the space portal, a middle-aged man in a blood-red battle robe stepped out, one step at a time.

The man walked through the void, heading towards the ground, his gaze fixed fiercely on the Blood Holy Grail before Carlos. The man’s presence turned the whole world black and white, with only him shining with brilliance.

He was blood-red. Upon seeing the man, Carlos’s eyes showed excitement: "Saint, my lord!"

"Saint!" Hearing Carlos, everyone shouted loudly in shock.

The Saint was a powerful figure in Western mythology, said to have fought battles against both the Light God and the Hell Lord Satan, injuring both. His strength is incredibly formidable.

No one expected the Saint to truly exist. At this moment, the Saint slowly walked towards Carlos.

His eyes were devoid of emotion, like a walking corpse, yet he emitted a very strong aura.

Ye Feng’s eyes showed a hint of dread; even the aura of the Saint was more powerful than the Purple Demon Flood Dragon.

It seems the Saint is on the same level as the Purple Demon Flood Dragon. The Saint walked up to Carlos, grabbed the Blood Holy Grail, which was his weapon, and said to Carlos, "Did you open the gate to the Heavenly Demon World?" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Carlos nodded slightly, "Yes, esteemed Saint..." The Saint replied calmly, "Very well. Your preparations were insufficient. Forcing the gate open shattered your soul foundation, your life foundation is collapsing, and there’s no saving you. Tell me, what wish do you want to fulfill? Any wish that I can accomplish, I will help you with!"

Carlos’s eyes showed madness. Having reached the middle stage of the Divine Realm, he found it impossible to further advance his power. One reason was his limited talent, another was the limitations imposed by the Earth’s intrinsic rules. If he wanted to advance further, he only had one option: to enter higher planes, such as the legendary Heavenly Demon World near the European Continent.

And the only way to open the gate to the Heavenly Demon World is by collecting enough power for the Blood Holy Grail. Carlos was just a slight bit short of the power to successfully open the gate.

If given another two or three years, Carlos could have done it. But now, Ye Feng’s appearance had disrupted Carlos’s plans, forcing him to open the gate early, paying the price with his life.

All this was Ye Feng’s fault, and Carlos hated Ye Feng immensely, angrily looking at Ye Feng and fiercely said, "Saint, my lord, I hope you can help me kill him. I want him dead..."

"It’s very simple..." the Saint nodded calmly. At this moment, Ye Feng looked at the Saint with wariness.

In truth, the Heavenly Demon World wasn’t as powerful as Ye Feng imagined. Ye Feng already sensed that the Heavenly Demon World was akin to the Dragon Country’s Heavenly Origin Secret Realm. Both planes were of the same level, and while in the Heavenly Origin Secret Realm, Ye Feng had heard of the Heavenly Demon World’s existence. Once, the Heavenly Demon World and the Heavenly Origin Secret Realm had fought an epic battle. Although they were of the same level, the Heavenly Origin Secret Realm had more strong practitioners. The strong of the Heavenly Origin Secret Realm, that is, of the Spirit Martial Continent, invaded the Heavenly Demon World.

After an earth-shattering war, the Heavenly Demon World became a broken plane.

Now, the Heavenly Demon World is far inferior to the Spirit Martial Continent. Like the Saint now, although he injured Satan and the Light God, his strength is only at the middle stage of the True God.

Of course, the middle stage of the True God is the most formidable level amongst all strong people Ye Feng has encountered.

So Ye Feng must not be careless, and he already had a plan in mind.

The Saint had already run to Earth. Ye Feng planned to kill the Saint and seal the gate to the Heavenly Demon World so that no one from the Heavenly Demon World could ever enter Earth.

At this moment, the Saint’s gaze focused on Ye Feng, looking at him as if he were an ant...