The Demon God Statue on the Demon God Altar emitted an overwhelming demonic aura; a massive change erupted.
This Shura, who originally wanted to capture Fang Han alive, could no longer care about that much. He suddenly made a lethal strike, his entire body turning into an afterimage, his speed peerless. Fierce palm winds shrouded from all directions, bringing up a gale, seemingly spinning and strangling like a tornado.
Fang Han's ears and eyes were entirely filled with vigorous winds howling furiously. For a moment, he actually couldn't open his eyes, his ears buzzing. Under this Shura's attack, he became completely deaf and blind.
This was this Shura's true strength, fully twice as fast as before.
Clearly, in the previous engagement, the Shura had taken a playful attitude.
At this very moment, Fang Han finally knew just how majestic and earth-shattering the power of thirteen horses gathered in one body was. The air currents continuously exploded in shockwaves. His body prickled with pain everywhere, and he didn't know which direction to dodge.
"This is a demonic path martial art, a lethal killing move, the Wind Demon Kill!"
At this moment, the dragon Yan let out a sharp chant that resonated in Fang Han's mind. Swish! Fang Han only felt Yan's shadow appear in his mind. Yan opened its mouth and spat, and suddenly an extra ball of bright light appeared. This bright light was like eternal aurora, illuminating all the darkness in his mind.
His spirit was incomparably clear, his mind bright. Opening his eyes, he saw that the Shura's movements seemed much slower, moving inch by inch as the massive demonic claw struck fiercely towards his face.
Seven Stars Stepping!
Kui Star Kicking the Dipper!
Without any hesitation, Fang Han's body flashed past. Hands, feet, back, waist, buttocks, arms, shoulders, and neck all moved together, like seven stars linking continuously. He flashed to the Shura's right side, exerted force in his legs, and a flurry of leg shadows fiercely kicked the Shura's massive demonic frame.
The Shura was unexpectedly hit. His whole body jolted, and a majestic, mighty force emitted from his body, actually knocking Fang Han down to the ground.
Fang Han fell to the ground, arching his spine. He twisted one palm and both feet, slapping against the ground! Bang bang bang! He bounced up using the leverage, like a centipede climbing a tree, the sword in his hand pointing straight at the Shura's eyes.
"To actually be able to react! With your spirit, it should be impossible to react!" A trace of surprise flashed across the Shura's face, his hands forcefully grabbing the dharma sword.
"Yellow Springs True Essence!"
Yan's voice rang out in Fang Han's head again.
Right at this moment, three yellow air currents suddenly appeared outside the dharma sword. These three yellow air currents coiled like dragons—vigorous, powerful, knotty and expanding outward, causing the hands that grabbed onto it to be jolted away.
When the five fingers of the Shura's demonic claw grabbed down, it was no different between steel and tofu. But they were jolted away by the yellow air currents bursting from the sword, showing just how great the power of the yellow air currents was.
"Is this the magic power of a dragon?"
With one sword strike, Fang Han jolted aside the Shura's demonic claw. Immediately, on the skin of his body, he also felt successive yellow air currents flowing, like pythons coiling around his body and connecting with his muscles and tendons, granting him limitless and endless power.
If Fang Han had the power of five horses before, now, with the aid of the yellow air currents, it had increased by a full three times and more: fifteen horse power. Furthermore, his mind, illuminated by Yan's magic power, had his reflex sensitivity completely doubled.
Fang Han knew that the Blood Cotton Demon Garment could be broken open with the power of seven horses, but these yellow air currents were far more formidable than the Blood Cotton Demon Garment.
"Magic power! This is magic power!…"
With his demonic claws jolted away, the Shura clearly saw the magic power at a glance. He truly couldn't understand why Fang Han could possess magic power—something only experts who had stepped into the Divine Ability Realm could possess.
The physical body has limits; magic power is limitless! Divine abilities are limitless!
Pfft!
Fang Han paid no attention to his words. Instead, fast as lightning, he thrust his sword to kill. The speed of the dharma sword parted the air, actually forming a brief vacuum.
"Yellow Springs Earth Net," Yan's voice changed, and the yellow magic power also abruptly split apart, transforming into a large net resembling spider silk. Uniting, it bound the Shura's entire body, causing him to roar but unable to move.
"Yellow Springs Earth Net… Who are you… Exactly who are you."
The Shura's whole body expanded, his handsome face displaying extreme shock, as if he had seen a true demon god.
However, Fang Han did not answer him. Instead, a sword struck the Shura's eye, like shattering a hard ruby, with the tip penetrating deep into the brain marrow.
Subsequently, the fragile-looking gossamer of the Yellow Springs Net seeped deeply through the Shura's eye and completely absorbed all the vital blood and brain marrow clean.
"Wondrous, wondrous! The Shura's qi and blood were close to pure yang, and his spirit was also extremely sharp! He can be refined into a highly nourishing blood pill!" Amidst Yan's joyful voice, a blood pill fully the size of a large bowl condensed in the Yellow Springs Holy River, its blood light resplendent, completely shining like jade.
The quality of this blood pill was more than ten times better than the many blood pills condensed earlier; at a glance, it was a highly restorative medicine for replenishing qi and blood and strengthening muscles and bones.
"Finally dead! A Shura was actually killed by me! The feeling of possessing magic power is truly marvelous." Fang Han retracted his sword and retreated, savoring the perilous battle just now in his heart. Through this battle, he had gained a new understanding of his martial arts.
On the path of cultivation, he had taken another solid step forward.
"This is my magic power, not your own, and it cannot coordinate with your physical body. If you yourself can cultivate to the Divine Ability Realm, the application of magic power will be even more wondrous."
The dragon Yan withdrew the magic power. "I am now equivalent to an expert at the second tier of the Divine Ability Realm, the True Essence Realm. You must feed me supreme pure yang treasures! Look quickly! Fang Qingxue has actually engaged the Demon God's avatar. This woman is truly too fierce! If she fails, we are doomed eternally!"
Fang Han hurriedly cast his gaze towards the distant plain.
Above the underground plain, demonic aura filled the air, densely packed rolling demonic energy scattering everywhere. One moment it condensed into demon blades, the next it condensed into various magical beasts, all sorts of bizarre and extremely hideous demonic apparitions.
As for Fang Qingxue, she had two giant purple lightning snakes circling her whole body, like the God of Thunder and Mother of Lightning, dispelling the demonic aura.
"Hahahaha, hahahaha! A disciple of the Ascension Sect, what courage! You actually dare to destroy my holy statue." Suddenly, the sky-filling demon clouds gathered fiercely towards the center, actually solidifying into a physical entity.
This physical entity was a tall man clad in black, his physique approaching perfection. His purple-black long hair fluttered in the wind. In particular, his pair of eyes seemed to have a magical power, sucking in people's souls.
This was the Sect Master of the Demon God Sect, one of the five great demonic paths—the avatar form of the Demon God!
The moment the 'Demon God' appeared, Fang Han felt incomparably terrible in his heart, nearly kneeling down and crawling on the ground, turning into an ostrich ignoring its tail to bury its head deep into the soil.
"Demon God! The Seven Malice Gourd you cultivated has already fallen into my hands. Are you personally taking action to reclaim a magical treasure for a junior?" Facing the Demon God's avatar, Fang Qingxue showed no fear whatsoever. Her voice remained cold, as if there was nothing in the world that could make her change countenance.
"Although the Seven Malice Gourd is a treasure I expended painstaking effort to cultivate, I do not take it to heart. The Seven Great Demon Emperors and the Three Great Demon Sovereigns have already signed an offensive and defensive alliance agreement to wage war against the immortal path. For a trivial disciple like you to dare come and destroy my altar and block the demon army, you are seeking your own doom. If I let you depart safely today, where is my face?"
The voice of the Demon God's avatar pressed down from above like a mountain!
Rumble!
Fang Han only felt the earth beneath him suddenly shake, splitting open deep fissures one after another. The underground plain spanning dozens of miles actually cracked and collapsed everywhere.
Especially that intense sound, akin to a violent storm by the ocean, swept fiercely over, making Fang Han cover his ears and lie firmly on the ground before the pain slightly eased.
"Such formidability, simply high as the sun and moon, vast as heaven and earth, fundamentally impossible to resist. Fang Qingxue actually talks to him face-to-face. Just how strong is she?" Fang Han thought in his heart, fearing the power of the Demon God's avatar to the extreme.
Because this kind of power was fundamentally not something humans could contend with.
"Since that is the case, then I will make you, Demon God, lose all your face!" Fang Qingxue's voice was like eternally unmelted ice and snow. The white clothes on her whole body fluttered, purple lightning circling. The two Yin-Yang Purple Lightning Giant Snakes chanted even more violently. Suddenly, they actually grew antlers like a deer's, and sharp talons like an eagle's grew on their lower bodies. Above their lips, long whiskers added an elderly, desolate, and ancient aura to them.
"Twin Snakes Transforming into Dragons! Has your cultivation reached such a realm? No wonder that boy Ying Tianqing didn't even listen to Ying Xiantian's words for you. For the bet with you, he went alone into the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon Illusion Realm to cultivate, disregarding his own life." The Demon God's avatar widened his demonic eyes and let out laughter again: "In all fairness, you are indeed an outstanding figure among the disciples of the immortal path. Take my move, Heavenly Demon Swallowing the Sun!"
While speaking, the Demon God's avatar flung his large sleeve!
Instantly, heaven and earth turned pitch black. Black fog filled the air, all light completely vanishing. You couldn't even see the fingers of your outstretched hand. Fang Han felt as if the cosmos had been packed away with a wave of the Demon God's large sleeve.
The world was spinning.
"Ying Xiantian, that should be the Demonic Sect's Connate Great Emperor! His son, the Demonic Marshal Ying Tianqing, exchanged Dao arts with Fang Qingxue?" Even though he felt the world go dark, Fang Han's heart still stirred, an inexplicable emotion rippling within him.
"Connate and Postnate, one clear and one muddied, dragons and snakes rising from the land, the stars shifting in their orbits, heaven and earth overturning, the Six Thieves of the heart, the Seven Injuries of the intent… Break for me!" Within the eternal darkness, Fang Qingxue's voice, like ice and snow, suddenly rang out, seemingly reciting a long scripture.
Crackle, crackle!
Two fierce streaks of purple lightning suddenly tore through the darkness, shattering the universe. A figure appeared in front of Fang Han, exactly Fang Qingxue.
"Senior Sister!" Fang Han raised his head and saw Fang Qingxue appear before him. Thick darkness surrounded them, but the purple lightning on her body dispelled a large swathe of the black fog.
The difference was, Fang Qingxue's face was pale, her snow-white clothes dotted with fresh blood like peach blossoms everywhere.
However, her body stood perfectly straight, as if no demonic spell could crush her will. Fang Han felt her imposing aura, sharp enough to pierce the sky, and his heart involuntarily trembled.
"I have temporarily torn apart the demonic fog! I am taking you away! Any delay is too late!" Upon seeing Fang Han, Fang Qingxue grabbed him in one swift motion. Next, she spotted the Shura killed on the ground. "You killed a Shura?" Fang Qingxue seemed startled, her eyes looking as if they wanted to see right through Fang Han. "What do you have on your body? Let me see!"
While speaking, she swiped her fingers through thin air!
Riiip!
The dharma robe on Fang Han's body, along with his inner clothes, split open. His upper body was completely bare, fully exposed before Fang Qingxue.