Chapter 97

"Rumble, rumble!"

Yefeng stood at the entrance of the classroom, taking large gulps of the spirit spring water he had obtained earlier to heal his wounds, while maintaining his strength and running quickly.

Suddenly, a huge cliff appeared ahead.

Below the cliff was an abyss, so deep that the bottom could not be seen.

"Ha ha ha, boy, you're done for!"

The young man with the demonic pattern laughed out loud: "You have reached a dead end."

"Is that so?"

Yefeng's eyes hardened, and he suddenly stomped his foot, leaping forward and jumping directly into the abyss below the cliff.

Yefeng no longer had the strength to use the Purple Cloud Wings.

The true qi in his body had already been depleted, exhausted during his escape.

"What? Boy, you actually have the courage to commit suicide!"

The young man with the demonic pattern let out a voice filled with shock and anger.

He watched as Yefeng fell into the abyss below the cliff, hesitated for a moment, and did not follow.

Even if a Martial King could fly, it was only for a short time and could not last long.

The young man with the demonic pattern did not know how deep the abyss below the cliff was, so he did not dare to take the risk.

"Whoosh"

"Whoosh"

At this moment, several disciples dressed in the attire of the Heavenly Poison Sect flew over from a distance, all of them Martial Kings.

They came to the young man with the demonic pattern, knelt on one knee, and said: "Great Protector, please forgive us for being late!"

The young man with the demonic pattern was named Mo Jiu, the Great Protector of the Heavenly Poison Sect, a powerful and highly cultivated figure with supreme authority.

Mo Jiu said calmly: "That boy is too tenacious. Even if he jumps into the abyss, I don't believe he will die. Gather all the experts of our Heavenly Poison Sect and search the area below the cliff. Find that boy, I want to see him alive or dead!"

"Yes, Great Protector!"

The Heavenly Poison Sect disciples all saluted and dispersed in different directions.

Mo Jiu, with his hands behind his back, stared at the abyss, smiled coldly, and then turned to leave.

...

"Stay awake!"

"Stay awake!"

At this moment, Yefeng was falling rapidly.

He felt the bone-chilling wind, like knives, cutting into his skin from the bottom of the abyss, as if he were being sliced a thousand times.

The terrifying pain continuously stimulated Yefeng's nerves, preventing him from losing consciousness.

"Purple Cloud Wings!"

Yefeng used the remaining true qi in his body to form a pair of purple true qi wings on his back, barely stabilizing his body.

However, below his feet was still an endless abyss. The cliff was too steep, and he could not see the bottom.

But Yefeng knew that when he landed, he must not land directly below the cliff.

Yefeng was very clear that the people of the Heavenly Poison Sect would be waiting there.

So, Yefeng tried his best to flap his wings, moving away from his original position as he fell.

In a daze, Yefeng flew and fell for an unknown amount of time.

Finally, Yefeng could no longer hold on and fell from the sky.

However, Yefeng felt somewhat relieved that he had already moved far from the area where he had fallen vertically.

The experts of the Heavenly Poison Sect should not be able to find him for the time being.

"Devil Lord Armor."

In the last moment before losing consciousness, Yefeng thought, and his body was instantly covered in a layer of black, hard, and fierce armor.

"I hope I don't get eaten by a wild beast..."

This was Yefeng's last thought before he lost consciousness.

When Yefeng woke up, he found that his body was still covered in the Devil Lord Armor.

But when he looked out through the metal mask, he was stunned.

He found himself inside a large transparent glass case.

This transparent glass case was placed on a large auction platform.

Around him was a huge auction hall, filled with people.

At this moment, Yefeng saw an old man with a white beard, speaking with a rhythmic tone, introducing the item at the auction.

"This ancient armor was obtained from the depths of the Great Wasteland."

The old man with the white beard pointed to the fierce armor inside the glass case, which was covered from head to toe, and said with a smile: "According to our appraiser, this set of armor is at least a Mystic-grade armor."

"Mystic-grade armor!"

"Whoosh!"

Hearing the old man's words, everyone in the auction hall drew a sharp breath.

Armor-type battle equipment was already extremely rare.

A Mystic-grade armor was a priceless treasure.

"I offer ten thousand high-grade spirit stones!"

A young man in yellow clothes raised his paddle.

"The young master of the Purple Mist Pavilion, you have already taken a Mystic-grade spirit sword. Do you want to monopolize all the treasures?"

A man in black clothes smiled coldly and raised his paddle, saying: "I offer twenty thousand high-grade spirit stones. I must have this ancient armor. Anyone who dares to bid higher will not be spared!"

...

At this moment, Yefeng, covered in the Devil Lord Armor, was somewhat dazed.

What's going on?

How did I become a "treasure" at an auction?

"Could it be that after I fainted in the Great Wasteland, the Devil Lord Armor covered my body, making people mistake me for an abandoned ancient armor and bring me out of the Great Wasteland?"

Yefeng thought, and the more he thought, the more it seemed possible.

He had not used the Devil Lord Armor in battle before because he was afraid of failing to kill the young man with the demonic pattern from the Heavenly Poison Sect and exposing himself as the mysterious devilish genius that the entire Heaven-Shielding Alliance was hunting.

But now, looking around, it seemed that no one recognized the Devil Lord Armor he was wearing, thinking it was just an ordinary ancient armor.

This made Yefeng feel relieved. It seemed that he was in a small city on the edge of the Great Wasteland, where no one could recognize the Devil Lord Armor.

Actually, Yefeng thought it was normal.

Although he had worn the Devil Lord Armor in the Demon City and fought against Long Zhetai, causing a sensation in the world, everyone knew that a mysterious devilish genius had appeared in the Great Yan Dynasty, wearing the Devil Lord Armor.

But how many people had actually seen the Devil Lord Armor?

Even if the Devil Lord Armor were placed in front of them, 99% of the people in the Great Yan Dynasty would not recognize it.

Thinking about this, Yefeng suddenly felt that as long as he did not use the Devil Lord Armor in front of important figures, he would not easily expose himself.

"Damn, my true qi is completely depleted and has not yet recovered. I need to find a safe place to rest and recuperate before dealing with that young man with the demonic pattern from the Heavenly Poison Sect."