Chapter 307: How About a Collaboration

After slashing down the three Blood Cloud Sect elders, Chen Fei quickly retreated, heading back toward the area where Peach Mist Fairy was absorbing the Jade Snow Lotus Mist.

Compared to Wang Fang and the others, the person Chen Fei truly couldn’t trust… was Peach Mist Fairy herself.

“Senior Sister, are you confident?”

A flash of light revealed Cold Moon Saintess, appearing by Chen Fei’s side.

She looked toward the misty cocoon where Peach Mist Fairy was cultivating. With a flick of her hand, a flurry of ice spears shot forward.

“Chen Fei, Cold Moon—I knew you two would come back!”

Peach Mist Fairy’s voice echoed cheerfully.

In the blink of an eye, the mist dispersed.

Peach Mist Fairy stood before them, her aura steady and elevated.

Chen Fei raised his brows—

It was obvious now that she had completed her breakthrough. He hadn’t expected her to succeed this fast.

“Surprised?”

Peach Mist Fairy smiled smugly.

Cold Moon’s expression remained neutral. She wasn’t shocked in the slightest—

Instead, she coldly glanced at Peach Mist Fairy and said:

“Then come at me.”

A burst of icy spiritual power immediately coated the surroundings in a sheet of frost.

Peach Mist Fairy narrowed her eyes slightly.

“Looks like I underestimated you.”

And just like that, the two clashed.

The clash of icy aura and pink miasma filled the area with chaotic spiritual energies.

Chen Fei couldn’t intervene even if he wanted to.

“Looks like I’m not needed here.”

He shrugged. Rather than getting caught in the crossfire, especially with Cold Moon’s aura becoming increasingly unbearable post-breakthrough, it was better to check on how the dogfight between Wang Fang and Duhuo Demon Lord was going.

Meanwhile, in the plaza containing the Fallen God’s Hand,

Duhuo Demon Lord’s saber strike was completely absorbed by the barrier surrounding the area.

Suddenly, golden light flared up inside the dark space, and golden runes began appearing on the protective shield.

“Duhuo Demon Lord, are you really worthy of your title?

You didn’t even know that Corrupted Bloodlight can trigger forbidden seals?”

Wang Fang’s mocking tone made Duhuo Demon Lord grind his teeth in fury.

His attack had just triggered the ancient seal guarding the Fallen God’s Hand—

A seal created by the Ancient Immortal Sect itself!

Even a Heavenly Lord realm powerhouse wouldn’t dare to say they could escape from this place unscathed.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it!”

Duhuo Demon Lord cursed three times in succession, the frustration in his heart boiling over.

Wang Fang, of course, wouldn’t miss such a golden opportunity.

The Corrupted Bloodlight expanded rapidly, eroding the chains that bound the Fallen God’s Hand.

Crack!

One of the chains snapped with a crisp sound.

The hand’s aura surged.

Its struggling intensified, and the other chains began to groan under the strain.

The more the hand thrashed, the stronger the golden light of the forbidden seal grew—

But its focus clearly targeted Duhuo Demon Lord.

“Damn it!”

The Demon Lord’s expression shifted drastically. The golden light burned through his protective demonic aura, and he instinctively wanted to retreat.

But with the formation now active, he had no way to escape.

All he could do was grit his teeth and endure, his gaze turning murderous as he watched Wang Fang continue to pour power into the bloodlight.

Since becoming a demon lord, he’d never felt so stifled!

Chen Fei returned just in time to witness the scene, inwardly shocked by the terrifying might of the forbidden formation.

“So this is a seal from the Ancient Immortal Sect… it really is powerful.”

He could tell this situation was greatly in Wang Fang’s favor. If it continued like this, Wang Fang might really obtain the Fallen God’s Hand.

“Wang Fang! Looks like things are going well for you, huh? By the way—where are your companions?”

Chen Fei’s voice echoed through the chamber.

Wang Fang’s previously smug expression instantly darkened, his eyes full of murderous resentment.

This bastard was mocking him, and it infuriated him.

Had the Blood Cloud Sect entered the tomb alone, none of this would’ve happened.

But because of Chen Fei, their elders were nearly wiped out. Even if they got the hand, their sect would be devastated.

That bone-deep hatred made Wang Fang’s glare turn venomous.

“Chen Fei! Just wait. I’ll deal with you soon enough!”

He turned to glance at the Fallen God’s Hand.

So far, three of the chains were broken, and the fewer the chains, the faster it seemed to struggle free.

Wang Fang could clearly feel the Eye of the Fallen God growing more powerful.

Chen Fei spoke again—this time to Duhuo Demon Lord:

“Interested in teaming up?”

“Teaming up?”

Duhuo Demon Lord’s voice was icy.

He knew Chen Fei wasn’t some good Samaritan.

“I’ll hold off the formation. You kill him.

If he gets the Fallen God’s power, neither of us will get out alive.”

Chen Fei was direct and honest.

Duhuo Demon Lord let out a cold snort.

“You expect me to trust you?”

“That depends on how long you think you can hold out.”

As the Fallen God’s Hand struggled more violently, the formation began to change.

Previously, it had only been glowing—now golden runes solidified and shot toward Duhuo Demon Lord.

His face turned pale.

If the passive glow already broke through his defenses, these runes would be far worse.

“Fine! I agree!”

But before the words left his mouth, one of the runes hit him directly.

The protective demonic aura around him shattered instantly.

He vomited blood, and his aura plummeted.

“Help me now, or I won’t last!”

His voice trembled with fear. These golden runes were clearly his nemesis.

Chen Fei narrowed his eyes, then leapt into action—

intercepting the incoming golden runes.

Unlike the demon lord, Chen Fei blocked them with ease.

Seeing this, Duhuo Demon Lord’s eyes brightened.

He immediately turned around and—ran straight into the corridor.

He had no intention of helping now.

“What a joke! I’m getting out while I can!”

Watching this unfold, Wang Fang couldn’t help but laugh madly.

“Chen Fei! Didn’t expect that, did you? Now that you’ve taken the formation’s focus, once I gain the Fallen God’s power, your death is guaranteed!”

Chen Fei sighed dramatically.

“A demon lord who breaks promises…

I guess a devil is always a devil.”

Despite Wang Fang’s smugness, Chen Fei showed no panic.

In fact, his eyes revealed a hint of delight.