"How is it possible, that Devil isn’t dead yet!" The royal family’s expert had a trace of astonishment in their eyes.

The Demon-Extermination Formation just now had drained most of their power, and now these eight experts might not even be as strong as ordinary warriors. If the Devil hadn’t been killed, the remaining people wouldn’t escape the fate of being slaughtered!

Hu hu hu! Ling Feng slowly climbed up from the pit bottom, his back was a mangled mess of flesh and blood, and even the stark white bones could be seen. But even so, Ling Feng stubbornly stood tall.

A sense of despair emerged in the hearts of all the Human Clan warriors. If even the combined strike of eight strong warriors couldn’t defeat this Devil, then who else could be its opponent?

Ling Feng walked step by step toward the royal family expert. With each step, his injuries would heal a little, and by the time he reached the royal family expert, Ling Feng’s injuries had completely healed.

"Devil! Even if you kill me, our Human Clan will never submit!" The royal family expert gritted their teeth and said, "If I must die, then so be it, what is there to fear!"

Ling Feng did not make a move but instead looked at him calmly. The crazed Killing Aura and frenzy in his eyes gradually faded away, replaced by a clear calmness.

"I am not a Devil, and I don’t want to kill you!" Ling Feng said in a deep voice, "Although the voice in my mind keeps telling me to kill you, I know I cannot become its puppet, and you are worthy of respect, so I do not wish to kill you!"

After Ling Feng said this, the voice in his mind became even more frenzied, roaring incessantly, "These people are your mortal enemies. You must kill them, only by killing them can you find redemption, only by killing them can you leave this place!"

Ling Feng ignored this voice, forcibly suppressing it. For Ling Feng, he didn’t care how many people he had to kill. Having embarked on this path, Ling Feng had already resigned himself to feeding the demon with his own life!

But Ling Feng would never allow others to go against their own heart, to suppress their own heart, turning himself into a mindless killing machine. If that were to happen, Ling Feng would rather die.

"Shut up!" The voice in Ling Feng’s heart roared quietly, and in that instant, the chaotic voice in his heart disappeared, along with the surrounding battlefield and the countless corpses.

"Where is this..." Ling Feng looked at the Demon God statue ahead, a trace of wonder in his eyes. Was he back again?

At the same time, Ling Feng seemed to understand what the test in the front hall truly was!

If he hadn’t withstood the final blow, if he had been tempted by that voice and killed the opponent, he might have truly been doomed.

"A true warrior never wavers in their heart, holding firm to their beliefs!" Ling Feng took a deep breath and murmured to himself.

Finally, Ling Feng glanced at the Feng Qiu’s corpse lying on the ground. He took a deep breath and continued walking forward.

As he approached twenty steps from the Demon God statue, Ling Feng suddenly felt as if he had entered a muddy swamp. A powerful pressure emanating from the Demon God statue instantly suppressed him.

"Pressure suppression?" Ling Feng looked up at the Demon God statue, a hint of a cold smile on his lips, "This means nothing to me!"

With those words, Ling Feng took a deep breath and continued to move forward. With every step he took, the pressure on him increased, making it feel as though countless needles were piercing his body.

But Ling Feng didn’t retreat or hesitate. He continued to advance with slow yet determined steps.

After a full twenty breaths, Ling Feng finally stood in front of the Demon God statue.

He stared at the Demon God statue, "Demon God, is this how you intend to make me submit? Let me tell you, Ling Feng has never truly submitted to anyone in this life! Not to anyone!"

As his words fell, a red light shot from the eyes of the Demon God statue, striking Ling Feng’s forehead. Ling Feng let out a miserable cry and then fell to the ground, losing consciousness.

A red eyeball imprint appeared on Ling Feng’s forehead, becoming increasingly clear until a real eyeball formed, giving off an eerie and sinister feeling.

Moments later, the eye on Ling Feng’s forehead gradually disappeared, returning to its original state.

"My head hurts!" Ling Feng gradually woke up after some time.

This time, upon waking, he noticed that the imposing aura on the Demon God statue had vanished, and now it seemed no different than a regular statue.

"Right, my forehead!" Ling Feng quickly reached out to touch his forehead but found nothing unusual. However, Ling Feng clearly remembered the red light shooting from the Demon God statue’s eyes before he lost consciousness.

"Never mind, let’s not think about it. I should hurry to the bedchamber to find the Demon God Bead!" Ling Feng shook his head and then ran towards the bedroom palace of the Demon God Palace.

Along the way, Ling Feng was doubly cautious but didn’t notice anything unusual, as if this was just an ordinary palace.

Reaching the Demon God’s bedchamber, Ling Feng opened the palace door, and with a creak, saw the giant Demon God Bead placed in the center of the room.

"Is this the Demon God Bead?" Ling Feng’s heart was filled with excitement, sensing the immense power emanating from the Demon God Bead.

As Ling Feng approached the Demon God Bead, his hands had just touched it when a suction force burst from the bead, engulfing his hands directly.

At the same time, a powerful force flowed from the Demon God Bead into Ling Feng’s body, filling him with unease.

Yet the power that entered Ling Feng’s body vanished without a trace, as if a clay ox had entered the sea.

This process lasted for more than half a day, and Ling Feng couldn’t tell how much power had entered his body.

Finally, the suction force disappeared, and Ling Feng regained his freedom.

He looked at the Demon God Bead with a shocked expression, realizing it had transmitted power far beyond the Half-step Immortality Realm into his body.

"It’s truly perplexing, where did all that power go after entering my body?" Ling Feng took a deep breath, subconsciously touching his forehead.

What happened, happened. Even if Ling Feng felt uneasy, it wouldn’t help. He decided to pick up the Demon God Bead again, which was calm this time, without any unusual events occurring.

Bang bang bang! As Ling Feng picked up the Demon God Bead once more, several rumbling sounds echoed from the Demon God Palace. Ling Feng then felt a dizzying sensation, finding himself suddenly outside the palace, standing in front of Respectable Kai and the others.