Ultimate Master in Urban

Chapter 1922 - 1953: Trump Card

The arrival of this pressure was like a mountain spanning the world, hovering directly over Ye Feng's body.Under this pressure, with a tremble of his body, Ye Feng spat out several mouthfuls of blood. The immense pressure crushed his flesh into an unrecognizable form.

Ye Feng's face turned deathly pale, and while his heart was filled with fear, he also felt a sense of relief. Fortunately, he had left the Divine Country early.

Otherwise, under such pressure, the newly evolved Divine Country might have shattered directly.

If the Divine Country were to shatter like this, Ye Feng would find it hard to accept such a reality, but fortunately, it didn't happen.

At this moment, Ye Feng profoundly felt the formidable Curse Power, and as he gazed at the pressure radiated by the Curse Power surrounding him, his mind trembled incessantly.

Amidst this endless pressure, Ye Feng tried his best to completely ignore these pressures, treating the surging black waves around him as if unseen.

He focused all his mind deep within himself.

He closed his eyes, channeling all his energy to cope with the atmosphere of the Curse Power.

When his hands opened, the Curse Power on his body flowed like a pool of water, turning into a multicolored brilliance that layered over Ye Feng's hands as it flowed.

Ye Feng's Divine Sense wandered over the Curse Power, seeking the most appropriate and perfect method of suppression.

Time passed, and Ye Feng lost track of its flow as he immersed himself in that feeling, no longer emerging from it.

The pressure on him did not abate in the slightest.

Under such immense pressure, Ye Feng's body began to show a very apparent bending, and his complexion grew even paler.

Inside him, cracking sounds continually emanated, indicating that Ye Feng had reached an extremely crucial moment.

If Ye Feng couldn't endure this crisis, possibly under such pressure, he would meet a soul-crushing end.

Finally, in the dead silent Dark Abyss, when a violent gale arose, and the black waves surged apart,

Ye Feng's hands started moving very slowly, creating an indescribable synergy between them.

Under this synergy, the Curse Power flowing on both hands began gathering onto one hand, where it was compressed to the utmost.

Under such compression, the Curse Power formed a multicolored small sphere, only the size of a fingernail.

Yet within that fingernail-sized sphere was a potent force that left Ye Feng feeling immensely alarmed.

When the power within the small sphere entirely gathered, the immense pressure on Ye Feng's body began to subsist.

The surging waves also began to calm, and everything was restored to its original state.

At this moment, Ye Feng opened his eyes, with all the brilliance that once flickered there now gone.

All that remained was deep fatigue and despondency.

From this, it could be seen that although the Curse Power was compressed into a small sphere, the price Ye Feng paid was indeed significant.

Looking at the small sphere in his hand, Ye Feng's expression was calm, and after slightly sensing the power within, his mind couldn't help but wonder.

"The Curse Power is too bizarre, but thankfully, it has finally been intensely compressed. This could perhaps become a trump card for me in the future, even though it can only be used once, this once will undoubtedly unleash earth-shattering power, making it my great fortune."

As this thought flashed through Ye Feng's mind, he stored the small sphere away, then stood up, raised his head, and gazed ahead.

In his pitch-black eyes, the entire Dark Abyss was full of color and radiance.

Looking at the peaceful blackness ahead, feeling everything within that darkness, a thought emerged in his mind.

He wanted to integrate the Dark Abyss into his own Divine Country. Once this idea appeared, it spread uncontrollably.

Without much delay, Ye Feng extended his hand, grabbing a ball of black before him, then sent it into his Divine Country.

Once the black entered the Divine Country, no changes occurred apart from making the color within much darker.

"It seems the Dark Abyss can indeed merge with the Divine Country. Even if it can't fully merge, it could at least become a part of it. Since that's the case, that means my idea is feasible, though realizing it may require some time."

As Ye Feng became more convinced that he could incorporate the Dark Abyss into his Divine Country, his resolve grew stronger.

At that moment, he muttered softly to himself.

"Speak!"

"Emerge!"

"Magic!"

"Follow!"

Boom.

Just as those four syllables sounded, a massive whirlwind erupted within the Dark Abyss. The wind was immensely powerful, engulfing the entire Dark Abyss in just a breath.

It crushed all the blackness of the Dark Abyss.

In the silent Dark Abyss, apart from the sound of the wind, everything else was completely overshadowed by it.

It seemed the world Ye Feng was in had become a kingdom of wind.

And those winds were indeed drifting out from Ye Feng's Divine Country. As the wind persisted, it grew ever larger, and a more formidable pull emanated from the Divine Country.

As soon as this suction appeared, the Dark Abyss seemed to encounter an unprecedented calamity, with all rules ruthlessly broken.

A giant firmament appeared above the Abyss, covering all the deep black while descending from above.

From a distance, it looked like a terrifying fierce beast flying from beyond, opening its hideous mouth, aiming to devour this entire world.

Swish.

Swish.

Swish.

Sounds like these echoed one after another within the Dark Abyss, as the worldly trajectory of the Dark Abyss began to disintegrate, all being layered over by that firmament.

Judging by the trend, it seemed the Dark Abyss could disappear at any moment.