"Truly bad luck, finally stepping on an iron nail! Where did such a formidable character come from?"
Seeing that heavenly river resembling quicksilver, with rolling waves, and the demonic hand extending from the heavenly river, covering the sky and the sun, with surging magic power, Fang Han knew it was extremely formidable. If not a hundred thousand horse power, it had at least eighty or ninety thousand fiery horses of strength. He figured this was probably the most formidable demonic king in this blood and flesh mire.
That quicksilver long river large hand grabbed, lifting its five fingers. Instantly, the air currents within a radius of fifty or sixty miles were completely locked down, and the air solidified, as heavy as quicksilver. The "Spirit-Devouring Grand Array" and "Soul-Devouring Grand Array" within the King Cauldron could no longer circulate, forcibly halted from spinning. The intense suction force also rebounded at once, making Fang Han feel a burst of discomfort.
Fortunately, his utilization of true qi had reached the point of utter perfection, so he was not injured by the rebound.
"Slaughtering heavenly demons like this, it is impossible for you not to provoke formidable figures among the heavenly demons! When Daoist portal disciples enter the blood and flesh mire, they merely stay at the edge, killing a few minor heavenly demons, practicing their skills, and familiarizing themselves with magic power circulation. But you kill by the hundreds, and collect by the thousands! This is truly going too far."
"Yan" muttered; he had discovered something amiss early on.
Fang Han wanting to capture eight million heavenly demons was equivalent to exterminating the heavenly demons in this blood and flesh mire. It would be strange if it failed to attract formidable figures from the demonic sects. If he truly captured all the heavenly demons here, drawing out a Demon God would not be unusual.
After all, this "blood and flesh mire" was an important chess piece laid down by a Demon God.
"Laws of heaven and earth, void cutting!"
Seeing that demonic hand viciously squeezing down, Fang Han knew that the silver-clothed young man was a formidable character, whose magic power realm was above his own. It was just unknown what realm level this expert was at. He actually had a mind to engage in a struggle, so he circulated all the true qi on his body. Continuously arranging, combining, and evolving, it transformed into streaks of tiny talismans and incantations. With another transformation, it formed a sky full of jagged, rippling fine lines, cutting outwards.
Having defeated two Divine Race beings with the "Great Cutting Art" simulated using the "Wood Sovereign True Qi," he became increasingly interested in the "Great Cutting Art," constantly pondering it, and now he was able to utilize it proficiently.
Actually, as one of the most formidable divine abilities of the demonic sects, involving the laws of space, the "Great Cutting Art" Fang Han utilized now was not the genuine Great Cutting Art, but merely a simulation. However, its power was already greater than any ordinary Dao technique. The genuine "Great Cutting Art" would only be successfully cultivated after he reached the Heaven-Man Realm and absorbed spatial spiritual qi. At that time, its power would be more than tenfold greater than now.
Fang Han had not cultivated Daoist gang qi right now, but his entire body's magic power resembled the galloping of ten thousand horses, and the quality of his Wood Sovereign True Qi was exceptionally high. The simulated Great Cutting Art was extremely formidable. Moreover, being inside the King Cauldron, enjoying protection, he could fully unleash his strength without any scruples, completely unnecessary to reserve any effort to protect himself.
This was the advantage of having a protective magic treasure.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle! The sky full of jagged lines straightforwardly cut onto the grabbing demonic palm. That quicksilver-like demonic palm was cut with streaks of fissures, and the gang qi on it scattered and splashed everywhere. Seeming to have encountered some pain, it shrank back upwards. Amidst shrinking back, this large hand flicked lightly.
Clang clang clang clang…
It actually rebounded all of Fang Han's true qi back.
For a moment, the air around the King Cauldron resumed its flow.
"Good! Fang Han, although this silver-clothed demonic king is formidable, he has not successfully cultivated the Demonic Sect Golden Pill. We still have a chance to fight a bit. This demonic king is not a benevolent being. If we can capture him, I will secretly subdue him with forgetfulness water, lest he execute the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Great Method."
"Yan" was thinking up a wicked idea, patting its head with its claws, preparing for a sneak attack.
Generally, when Daoist portal experts fight with demonic kings, they rarely drive them to extermination, because the opponent knows the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Great Method." Once executed, even people several realms higher would be heavily injured by the explosion.
However, forgetfulness water was the nemesis of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Great Method.
Bleugh!
A massive amount of true qi was rebounded, and Fang Han let out a bleugh, vomiting a large mouthful of fresh blood! An expression of terror appeared on his face.
"This person is so formidable!" Although Fang Han injured that demonic hand with sequential cuts, his own true qi was rebounded. His body actually had its internal organs injured by the rebound of true qi, rendering him unexpectedly powerless to urge the King Cauldron. He could not help but be immensely shocked.
His "Yama Golden Body," after comprehending the mysteries of Ksitigarbha, was more solid than a flying sword. Yet this true qi rebound actually injured his internal organs. If it were a regular expert, or switching places with Long Xuan, I fear this strike of true qi rebound would have shaken their body into mangled flesh and blood! Resulting in immediate death.
"How do you know the opponent has not successfully cultivated the Heavenly Demon Golden Pill?"
Yan snorted: "Nonsense! If he had successfully cultivated the Heavenly Demon Golden Pill, your true qi would have long been scattered, requiring at least three to five years of bitter cultivation to recover. And all of us would have to die here. However, this demonic king is at least an expert of the Heaven-Man Realm level. There are not many demonic kings above the Heaven-Man Realm. This demonic king has quite a profound background! Quickly take advantage of this opportunity and urge the array formations!"
"Did you really need to say that?"
Calming his true qi, Fang Han knew that relying solely on his magic power, he was probably no match for this silver-clothed demonic king. As soon as his true qi settled down, he poured it into the grand arrays of the Five Hells King Cauldron, fully urging thirteen acceleration grand arrays.
Previously, utilizing fifty thousand heavenly demons plus his own magic power, he could urge eight acceleration grand arrays. But now, having entered this blood and flesh mire and absorbing nearly thirty thousand heavenly demons, he was able to urge fifteen.
With fifteen acceleration grand arrays urged, the entire King Cauldron let out a buzz, and a series of ripples appeared in the air around it. In the very next blink of an eye, it appeared at the edge of the "Seven Leaves Demon Lord's" body.
Just imagine, a steel great cauldron the size of a house, weighing nearly a hundred thousand catties, crashing at a speed exceeding ten times that of sound—what kind of momentum is that?
"Hmm? The dharma method of the Great Cutting Art? Wood Sovereign True Qi?"
"Seven Leaves Demon Lord" utilized his demonic arts, his gang qi grabbing downwards, but he did not expect to encounter Fang Han's obstruction. With a slight pierce, shrinking back, he immediately understood Fang Han's cultivation, true qi, and dharma methods.
The Great Cutting Art was a secret spanning the demonic sects. Even he, as the son of the Nine Yin Demon God, had not learned it. Only demonic kings who had cultivated to the Heavenly Demon Golden Pill could learn it, and he could not understand why Fang Han could have learned it.
"Pity, the true qi of this person was rebounded by me, and due to his physical body shattering, he died immediately. Yet a petty expert of the True Qi Realm actually possessing the galloping force of ten thousand horses; who knows what miraculous pills or marvelous medicines he consumed! More extravagant than I, the son of a Demon God."
Seven Leaves Demon Lord concluded that with his rebound of true qi just now, the opponent was already dead. He had an extremely accurate grasp of his own strength.
"Not good!"
Just as he was considering executing demonic arts to capture again, he saw that King Cauldron suddenly go berserk. With a slight flicker in the air, it appeared right in front of him, pressing and crashing over! There was no place to evade!
"This person actually did not die? How powerful is his physical body?" Never having expected that Fang Han would be so fierce, Seven Leaves Demon Lord miscalculated. Being hit squarely would mean certain death.
At the critical juncture between life and death, vibrant light suddenly burst from the eyes of the Seven Leaves Demon Lord!