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Chapter 895

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An Qianla struck, her momentum was magnificent!

With a sweep of her spear, its force penetrated over a hundred meters, its might was extraordinary!

And this was merely her ordinary attack!

Although she had lost her god-level power, her killing power was still far weaker than a true god's. But inside the dungeon, all monsters' attributes were greatly increased compared to the outside—tenfold HP, multiplied attack—narrowing the gap.

She attacked Xiao Feng with her spear, barely moving her feet, yet could strike from far away.

Xiao Feng flicked his hand, sending a source needle forward, but it was blocked by the large shield.

"Is this boss unable to move? Old Xiao, try using your ultimate from a hundred meters away!" Li Li reminded.

"Good!"

Xiao Feng retreated to 150 meters, chanting Heaven and Earth in Palm.

"Hmph, childish!"

Unexpectedly, the boss snorted coldly, suddenly flashing to appear behind him, and thrust her spear at his buttocks!

"Holy crap, that's over the top!"

Xiao Feng had no time to cast, hastily dodging.

But he still didn't fully evade; the spear grazed his lower back, causing him to lose tens of millions of HP.

"Source Burst!"

Chanting Heaven and Earth in Palm took too long to release; Xiao Feng moved his mind and slammed down his self‑created skill, "Smack in the Face".

Boom!

An Qianla raised her shield to block, but the violent explosion shoved her to the ground, shattering the stone floor, and she took billions of damage.

She immediately rebounded and charged back, her spear lashing like a dragon, striking Xiao Feng's chest.

The damage from that spear thrust was still high; despite Xiao Feng's near‑invulnerable defense, it still pierced through and dealt blunt trauma, shaving off nearly 100 million HP.

Dun Dun and many knights fell silent upon seeing that damage.

Even with Xiao Feng's survivability, taking that much damage was heavy; if it were them, even if they later reached level 500 with increased HP and defense, they might still not be able to withstand it!

Unless they equip at least four god‑level items, raising HP above 100 million, and also have two super‑large milk‑type buffs that can heal tens of millions in one gulp, they simply cannot tank it!

Boom!

Swish!

The two fought in the low‑altitude zone, occasionally crashing to the ground and shattering many stone slabs.

Li Li and the others were not idle; although Xiao Feng didn't need healing, his own recovery sufficed to endure the sixth boss's damage, but to guarantee output they kept buffing him nonstop.

Mang Mei and the other DPS players also helped, throwing single‑target lock‑on skills from afar to add damage.

However, their damage was practically negligible against a god above level 600; even the strongest DPS, Cloud‑top Smoke, using the ice‑divine punishment "Myriad Calamities Ice Spike," could only deal under 1 million damage.

Compared to Xiao Feng, whose casual skill deals several hundred million damage, it's truly insignificant.

Melee players such as knights, warriors, and assassins basically could only watch, as they have few single‑target skills and mainly fight in close quarters.

Xiao Feng and An Qianla's battle pace was too fast; if they rashly joined in, they wouldn't help and might instead be instantly killed by the aftermath, only adding trouble.

The battle in the castle's front hall continued nonstop, with booming sounds echoing incessantly.

The battle's radius slowly expanded, forcing everyone to retreat to the foot of the walls to dodge skills and ensure safety.

Xiao Feng's defense was formidable and his HP recovery ample; from the start he was destined not to lose, so he didn't rush to unleash a big move to instantly kill the boss, instead using the source needle—which consumes little mana and hardly taxes willpower—to chip away at the boss's HP bar.

Five minutes passed; the ground before the castle was a mess, and Boss An Qianla's armor was somewhat disheveled, looking quite sorry.

She couldn't use the power of laws, because unlike Rachel she hadn't re‑cultivated back to god‑level; her actual combat strength could only be considered title‑god tier.

After enduring five minutes of Xiao Feng's beating, her HP bar was nearly empty, only about 5% left.

Seeing that she couldn't win, a faint sense of fear suddenly flickered in her hollow eyes.

A sweep of her spear pushed Xiao Feng back; she muttered, "I can't die—I haven't yet reclaimed my soul……"

She then flapped her black wings, flashing outward to fly beyond the castle, trying to escape!

"Huh? You want to leave?"

Xiao Feng flicked his right hand, his will activating the special god‑item coiled on his arm—the Soul Binding Rope—which whooshed out and tightly bound An Qianla!

"What!"

This fallen god was startled; suddenly her whole body, wings included, was bound, her divine power restricted, and she plummeted from the air.

The Soul Binding Rope holds enemies for at least five seconds; as long as the opponent isn't vastly stronger, it can control them.

An Qianla fell; Xiao Feng swiftly chased, closing a few steps, and began chanting Heaven and Earth in Palm, preparing to end the battle.

Unexpectedly, An Qianla panicked and shouted, "Don't kill me! I can help you deal with the Primordial Ancestor!"

"Huh?" Xiao Feng blinked.

Did that mean she had defected?

An Qianla's eyes held a glimmer of spirit, as if she had regained some awareness.

Bound and unable to move, she continued: "That old monster ruined my cultivation, tarnished my purity; I, like you, want to kill him! But my soul was shattered by him, making it hard to focus my mind, so I was manipulated and lost my freedom. If you spare me, I can lend you my power to help slay that old fiend, the Feather Emperor!"

That statement actually fits the dungeon setting quite well.

Xiao Feng showed interest: "Oh? What power can you give me?"

An Qianla exerted a little force, breaking free from the Soul Binding Rope's control.

She then lowered her weapon, raised her hand, and pressed it toward Xiao Feng from afar.

A silver light shimmered on her body, flew toward Xiao Feng, and condensed into a silver orb.

【An Qianla's Blessing】: Upon use, gain 99.99% damage reduction for 30 minutes. Limited to use in the "Flight Calamity" dungeon when fighting the final boss, the Demonic Feather Emperor.

If a normal team used this, it would be a godly buff; giving it to knight players would greatly raise their survivability, and combined with the knights' various extra damage‑reduction skills, the damage they take would exceed even Xiao Feng's!

However, for Xiao Feng it's of little use; giving it to Dun Dun and others, their frail HP couldn't withstand the final boss's intensity, so it's basically useless.

"If we let you go, won't we be missing a reward?" Xiao Feng hefted the blessing light orb, feeling a bit short.

An Qiela shook their head and said: "No, I... I should go, I need to retrieve my own soul."

After speaking, a figure flashed and turned into light, charging out of the castle; even the Spiritual Barrier couldn't stop it!

Xiao Feng tried to catch her with the Soul-Binding Rope, but couldn't catch up at all.

Is this a reverse operation of plot killing... plot alive?

Xiao Feng frowned.

Xing Yun Miao reminded: "The treasure chest has appeared; this boss should be the one to let go."

On the open ground before the castle, ten large treasure chests lay on the ground, with no rewards missing.

Seeing this, Xiao Feng felt satisfied, no longer paying attention to the fleeing 6th boss, turned and went back to open the chests.

As he walked toward the treasure chest, he also asked in the legion channel: "Shen Di, Son of God, how's your progress? We've already taken down the 5th and 6th bosses."

Shen Di and the Son of God, hearing this, both fell into an awkward silence.

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