A group of Yakshas holding torches had clearly spotted Fang Han and Fang Qingxue. Each of them let out a shrill whistle, tossed the torches in their hands aside, and holding steel pitchforks, made a few leaps like large grasshoppers, rapidly closing in as if they had seen the most delicious food.
The jumping ability of these Yakshas was extremely astonishing. A single leap was fully the height of three or four people and thirty or forty steps away, capable of jumping over an ordinary house.
Although they could not glide in the sky like the Flying Yakshas, they also displayed demon-like abilities.
Ordinary experts in the Divine Bravery realm still could not leap this high and this far.
"Ten, eleven, twelve… Fully twelve of them, twelve Yakshas. Twelve experts of the Divine Bravery realm. Fortunately, their martial skills are not as profoundly mastered as Divine Bravery experts, having many flaws that can be sought out."
Fang Han stood tall, his magical sword held upright, his footsteps charging forward, actually advancing instead of retreating, killing his way toward the Yakshas!
The underground demonic men had a characteristic: each of them possessed boundless strength, but their martial skills were relatively crude, lacking the refined subtlety forged through human tempering. This created an opportunity for experts to find flaws and slay the demonic men.
"Hahahaha, to actually run into two humans. And there's a female too. They must have come underground intending to hunt demonic beasts to get rich. We will eat the man, and capture the woman to bring back and offer to the Grand Commander!"
The rapidly leaping Yakshas even let out vague, indistinct words.
The underground demonic men had extremely high intelligence. Uniquely, demonic men like the Yakshas had intelligence only slightly inferior to humans, whereas Flying Yakshas were truly no different from humans.
Now that these Yakshas could make sounds, light torches, and use steel pitchfork weapons fully illustrated that they had broken away from the word "beast" and completely possessed all the characteristics of the word "human".
Their language and characters were passed down by humans from the Immemorial Era.
This kind of existence was the hardest to deal with. What was feared was not their possession of strength, but their possession of intelligence.
One Yaksha leaped forward first, like a fierce tiger. The steel pitchfork in its hand ruthlessly thrust at Fang Han, cold light flashing. The power was so great it could skewer a cow and string it up for a roast.
"Clang!"
Fang Han kicked out with a "Chief Star Kicks the Dipper," landing severely on the steel pitchfork, instantly kicking the pitchfork awry. At the same time, taking advantage of the momentum, his sword stance was like the wind, and also like autumn rain, flashing a series of afterimages that submerged into the eye of this Yaksha.
One sword piercing the eye!
The sword tip entered the brain.
This Yaksha let out an earth-shaking roar, tearing the heart and splitting the lungs. Jumping backward, it fell into the underground subterranean river with a splash, bubbling up countless bloody waters, and then its corpse was washed away without a trace by the turbulent current.
Killing the enemy in one move, Fang Han absolutely did not pause. His body flashed again, dodging outward a few steps and stepping away.
Swish swish swish!
Several steel pitchforks stabbed into the place where he had just paused. Had his dodge been half a beat slower, he would have been skewered into a roast. The massive power of those steel pitchforks was enough to penetrate his magical garment.
"Kill him!"
"Hmm! Where did that woman go?"
"She was just behind him, how did she disappear."
"Ignore the woman, finish off the man first!"
The Yakshas roared immensely. The steel pitchforks pierced through the air to kill, the force fierce and the moves heavy, aiming to put Fang Han to death. And Fang Qingxue, who was originally walking behind Fang Han, had actually disappeared without a trace. No one knew where she had gone.
Fang Han could not care about much at this time, because eleven Yakshas had surrounded him. Eleven Yakshas were far more ferocious than eleven Blood Wolves, and the skin of these Yakshas had a thick layer of scales. Slashing onto them with the magical sword met with great resistance and could easily get stuck. To kill them, he had to stab their eyes.
If Fang Han could use a flying sword at this time and operate the "Blood Cotton Demonic Garment," resolving these Yakshas would be a piece of cake. But with Fang Qingxue plainly observing his cultivation from the side, how could he expose his own flaws? He feared that if he didn't die by the Yakshas' hands, he would die by Fang Qingxue's.
"Nine Turns of the Flying Spirit!"
Fang Han dodged once again, causing several assassinating steel pitchforks to hit empty air. Subsequently, he executed the moves from the "Flying Spirit Soft Bone Body," suddenly thrusting a sword again toward the eye of a Yaksha.
"Human, courting death!"
This Yaksha licked its scarlet tongue out, threw aside the steel pitchfork, and its palm actually grabbed toward Fang Han's sword light raw, shockingly relying on the scales on its body to forcefully catch the magical sword.
If the magical sword was caught, Fang Han would instantly be in extreme danger. Without a weapon in his hands, killing these invulnerable Yakshas would be simply an impossible task.
"Carp Threading the Waves!"
Fang Han's mind stirred. In a rush, the bones of his body softened, sinking down, threading through and drilling past the side of this Yaksha, striking a sword along the momentum. Puchi, it sliced onto the Yaksha's ear.
"Clang!"
Sparks flew in all directions. Half of the ear of this Yaksha was sliced off, and a large chunk of scales on its head fell off, dripping with fresh blood and crying out shrilly and miserably. Like a night owl crying in mourning, caw caw caw caw.
"Such hard scales! This Demon Slaying Sword of mine that cuts gold and breaks jade can only sweep off the scales. If it were ordinary mortal iron, how could it bear it?" Fang Han's body fell to the ground, rolling once again and rolling out.
For a time, the eleven Yakshas tightly surrounded Fang Han, the steel pitchforks in their hands continuously killing, while Fang Han relied on his movement techniques to leap up and down, occasionally drilling out of the encirclement, sprinting and dashing away. Once the Yakshas caught up, he swung his sword to fight again.
Puchi, puchi, puchi!
Shaft after shaft of the steel pitchforks were directly sliced off by him. After more than ten rounds, the steel pitchforks in the hands of the eleven Yakshas were all completely bare.
The scales on the Yakshas' bodies were extremely hard, but the steel pitchforks were mortal iron. How could they compare to the Yuhua Sect's Demon Slaying Sword?
"Good!"
After completely slicing off the weapons in the Yakshas' hands, Fang Han instantly felt the pressure lighten significantly. Lifting all his power, he thrust out several swords. In an instant, like numerous stars, every single Yaksha felt the sharp tip of the sword directly pressing toward their own eyes.
The Yakshas roared and retreated.
Fang Han circulated his strength once more, concentrating all his attention. In a daze, he felt that the flesh and blood of his entire body seemed to transform into clusters of flames. The intense flames burned up, rushing upward to his brain. Instantly, the Heavenly Gate of his brain was illuminated brightly again by the flames of vital blood, his mind unprecedentedly clear.
At this moment, Fang Han seemed to see his own crown bone as transparent, resembling crystal.
"This Yaksha, explosive power moving around thirteen hundred and fifty catties, running speed, forty-three steps in the blink of an eye! Body weight moving around three hundred and fifty catties!" Suddenly, within Fang Han's thinking, everything was a sheet of clarity.
The weight of each Yaksha, their running and leaping speeds, and the power of their strikes, all seemed to be known cleanly and clearly by him. Upon seeing a Yaksha, purely in his mind, he could accurately estimate the various vitalities of this Yaksha!
Even when a Yaksha moved, before it even took off to jump, Fang Han could sense the direction it was bound to jump toward.
His entire mind was abruptly elevated to another level.
Stepping into the ninth realm of the physical body, the Spirit Communion realm!