Chapter 582: Chapter 439: Slaying Demons to Obtain Qi Fortune Spirit Treasure (5K+ Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The Sky Wolf Demon General crossed thousands of miles to descend, its pair of pale Demon Eyes grinning sinisterly at Yangshan and Ling Yunzi, who were retreating.
“Disappointed, aren’t you? That Human Clan’s Colonel didn’t succeed. Your plan is a joke.”
The demonic voice was like muffled thunder, then the Demonic Qi around it surged, its pupils fiercely upward,
“With just two Human Clan’s Martial Vaults, you want to trespass my Holy Clan’s territory.”
“I have orders to capture your Primordial Spirits and take them back, to show that Colonel what it means to overestimate oneself!”
With that, the Demonic Qi around the demon exploded instantly, emitting a sharp blast. Its enormous Demon Body tore through the air, transforming into a fleeting shadow, unbelievably fast.
Upon hearing the Demon General’s words, Yangshan felt his heart sink, sensing the overwhelming Demon Power of this demon that instinctively gave him a sense of crisis. This Mountain Man chose not to fight head-on but instead furrowed his brows, glared fiercely, and without hesitation, shouted a retreat.
With that, he swung his sleeves, a gale erupted, driving him rapidly backward with the wind while continuously weaving spells with his hands. Two Clones beside him unleashed a series of Divine Skills at the rapidly approaching demonic shadow.
Ling Yunzi, similarly, had a slight change of expression, looking grave, as he stepped on the Big Sword. The sword light buzzed, and the sword shadows dispersed, forming an endless and sharp sword snake, roaring and slithering through the void ahead.
The two turned into streams of light, cutting through the wind and snow of the cold night, the wind like a cold blade whistling by their ears, eyes filled with gravity, retreating while fighting, but the direction of their retreat was not northward, but eastward.
Because heading north would involve many soldiers.
Moreover, the looks between Yangshan and Ling Yunzi were serious, and their eyes flickered with thought.
An impending great battle involved the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers or more; how could the Mountain-cutting Army not have a meticulous plan or not anticipate such changes!
Their task was merely to guard at the formation’s entrance, holding back the Great Demons within the city. If uncontrollable variables arose, they would immediately retreat without any entanglement and lead the enemy aside.
Someone would strike in secret!
They recalled what Lu Piaoqi, leading the Ninth Mountain, had secretly transmitted to the two brothers before the city assault.
They were somewhat surprised, unsure why Lu Piaoqi was so mysterious, who hadn’t included himself in the battle plan beforehand, only to secretly communicate with them at the last moment.
Such caution aroused their curiosity about who the last person to strike would be.
After these thoughts spun through their minds, the two brothers did not have time for further contemplation, assuming there was a reason, and amidst the shouted commands, their hair flew wildly as they withdrew, continuously deploying Divine Skills.
With a thunderous roar, the Sky Wolf Demon General let out a howl, its Demon Body shining brilliantly like silver in an instant, then, surprisingly, directly confronting the Divine Skills with its flesh. As fist and strike met, the incoming sword light and Spirit Light shattered one after another.
This demon, cultivated under the Holy Tree for years, had terrifying strength. Its Demon Body was so refined by the Essence Qi of the Holy Tree that it was like a divine weapon, impervious to swords and impenetrable by hundreds of methods.
The three Demon Generals in the formation saw reinforcements arriving and howled to also leave the formation to pursue the enemies, only to be rudely waved off by this demon, whose sweeping winds made their figures wobble,
“Get lost, these two are my prey. You useless lot stay here.”
With that, the demon let out a wild laughter, its howl like the wind, as it shot through the air like a cannonball, chasing after Ling Yunzi and Yangshan.
The three Demon Generals, treated , were furious, their eyes and brows fierce.
But all they could do was watch the rebellious Sky Wolf shoot towards the east.
Soon, within just a dozen breaths, Yangshan and Ling Yunzi had swiftly fled more than twenty miles. The approaching Demon Cloud was tearing apart the Spirit Light they launched, their laughter revealing this demon’s powerful confidence.
“Where do you think you’re going!”
Suddenly, Sky Wolf howled, raising a War Axe carved with coiling dragon patterns, black as ink, in its hand, swinging it fiercely towards Ling Yunzi’s direction!
The axe swing cut the night open with a massive cleft, a crescent cold blade, thirteen to fourteen feet long, slashed out, instantly issuing a sharp screeching sound, darting a hundred meters across in a flash, cleaving towards Ling Yunzi.
Ling Yunzi sensed the killing intent bearing down on him, the vast sharpness making him feel chilled to the bone. Suddenly, he clasped his hands together, forming a Sword finger with his middle finger, shouting fiercely, “Thunder Sword Skill.”
As he spoke, the Big Sword beneath him flew out with a whoosh, emitting a thunderous sword sound, the sword tip striking out a dazzling arc of light, crashing into the white crescent just ten meters ahead with a clanging sound.
Next, high above, a boom of thunder and lightning split the night sky, a brilliant blue Thunder Pillar striking directly at the clash point.
With an explosive crack!
The white crescent trembled, blue electric snakes dancing on its surface.
It was rapidly diminished to seven or eight feet in size.
In contrast, Ling Yunzi’s Red Tassel Sword emitted an unstable humming, Sword Qi scattering, struggling to hold on.
The disparity in strength between one man and one demon was too large!
A sinister laugh, another sharp whistle through the air.
The Sky Wolf Demon General swung another axe.
Ling Yunzi’s pupils contracted, a yellow Light Mask immediately surged around him, while his mouth opened to release a stream of Sword Qi, like white frost, slashing directly at the second axe blade.
The Sword Qi and axe blade were shredded.
Then the white light slashed directly at the humming arching light of the Sword shield.
With the sound of shattering glass, the Sword shield burst apart, the Big Sword being flung aside by the two Crescent Light Blades.
Ling Yunzi, like receiving a heavy blow, his cherished sword soldier damaged, he was directly injured and thrown backward, the two Crescent Light Blades shooting at him like arrows from a bow.