A Sword of Ten Million Years (3)

"Excuse me."

Lin Feng smiled and hurriedly ran towards Chu Kuangren.

"Teacher, save me!"

Chu Kuangren finally regained his senses, his face full of disbelief. "It's really you, kid!"

At this moment, a young man in a black robe flew in from the depths of chaos. His face had strange patterns, indicating that he was also a member of the demon race.

However, this demon had a much stronger aura than even a god. Lin Feng could sense it clearly, yet the newcomer didn't surpass the level of a god. What was going on?

He did not have time to think because the divine level expert of the Demon Race beside him had already rushed over. Moreover, hundreds of gods flew over from behind.

Those gods were actually incomparably decisive. Even though Lin Feng was in their army, they still directly attacked Lin Feng, as if they wanted to kill Lin Feng and the divine level experts around him.