With his Divine Sense carefully sensing, Xu Ping’s tense heartstrings slightly relaxed a bit.
Fortunately, the ancient demon that had just appeared, although its oppressive power was vast, was far less refined, deep, and unnerving than the formidable demon that had possessed the old monster of Hehuan.
Judging roughly, it should have just entered the Late-Stage Nascent Soul not long ago, and its realm might not yet be completely stable.
"Even relying solely on my Sword Array, there’s quite a bit of confidence in suppressing or even defeating this demon," Xu Ping’s eyes flickered, quickly assessing the strength of both sides.
With thoughts racing, he made a decision.
To go and explore.
On one hand, this demon was the best target to obtain the "Nirvana Blood."
Having just entered the later stage, its strength was relatively controllable, and the opportunity was rare.
On the other hand, he had to find out the truth behind the anomaly of the Ancient Demon Hall.
If these powerful ancient demons, breaking the rules, ran rampant or even tead up...
At that ti, let alone seeking fortune, surviving and leaving would be an uncertain matter.
Especially if the possessed demon head of the Hehuan old monster were to gain strong reinforcents, Xu Ping would face certain death.
Resolute, Xu Ping imdiately activated the "Thousand Illusion Concealing Pearl," his figure and aura completely hidden in the void, silently sneaking toward the core of the demon battlefield.
The closer he got, the more terrifying the aftermath of the battle beca.
The ground shattered, magma flowed, and even space displayed unstable distortions.
Xu Ping quietly reached the edge of the battlefield, hiding behind a giant rock scorched black by demonic fire, and stared intently.
At the center of the battlefield, the demonic might was impressive.
A giant creature dozens of feet tall was recklessly raging.
Its form resembled a giant ape, but it had three ferocious, vicious heads spewing demonic flas, and six extrely robust arms covered with jet-black bone armor.
Each arm held a terrifying weapon ford of white bone and dark demonic fla—a giant axe, a war hamr, a bone saber, chains...
As they swung, they stirred the demonic energy of heaven and earth, each strike containing terrifying power capable of splitting mountains and cracking the earth.
And what this three-headed six-ard demon ape was suppressing was a team of six human cultivators.
The cultivation of these six was indeed outstanding, with three being Mid-stage Nascent Soul Cultivators and three Early-stage Nascent Soul Cultivators.
Yet, even such a powerful lineup could only form a battle formation and barely resist under the frenzied assault of this Late-Stage Nascent Soul stage demon ape.
If not for a particularly conspicuous young cultivator in a cloud-patterned white robe with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, precisely Yunxiao Sect’s true disciple, Sikong Ziyan.
He wielded a Spirit Sword burning with pure Yang flas, with Swordsmanship exquisite to the extre, pouring out the pure Yang Sword Qi wildly, which effectively suppressed the demon ape’s Demonic Qi.
Repeatedly severing the demon ape’s deadly attacks at critical monts, otherwise this team would have already been defeated, resulting in casualties.
Xu Ping’s gaze swept across and surprisingly found a "familiar face" in the team, none other than the red-haired Nascent Soul Zhang Shuo, whom he had "collaborated" with at Ghost Spring Valley.
At this mont, Zhang Shuo’s face was pale, exerting full effort to activate a Spirit Treasure in the form of a treasure gourd, lustrously gleaming and spitting out three-colored flas.
The three-colored fla, evidently extraordinary, transford into walls of fire and fire beasts, barely resisting the overwhelming demonic flas of the demon ape, but it was clearly sustaining with great difficulty.
"Fellow Daoist Sikong, this won’t work, this beast is too ferocious, we are exhausting our Mana too quickly!" Zhang Shuo was extrely anxious.
He had just seized a great opportunity at Ghost Spring Valley, mistakenly thinking fortune finally favored him, only to stumble onto this fiend in the blink of an eye.
If it weren’t for the impressive power of this newly acquired Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure, he might have long since followed in the footsteps of another unfortunate Early-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator in the team.
Sikong Ziyan’s expression was as grave as still water, but his eyes remained as sharp as a sword, speaking in a deep voice: "Hold on, although this demon’s aura reaches the later stage, its realm is unstable, the demonic origin is agitated, not without flaws."
"As long as one or two more Mid-stage Nascent Soul Daoists co to support, we can stabilize our formation, and maybe.... we have a chance to grind it down to death!"
In truth, Sikong Ziyan’s heart was far from as calm as his exterior.
The anomaly of the Ancient Demon Hall exceeded the sect’s records, with Late-stage Nascent Soul ancient demons appearing ahead of ti.
What does this signify?
Could it be that the "Demon Disaster," recorded to erupt every long eon in ancient texts, is truly about to descend ahead of schedule?
At the edge of the battlefield, Xu Ping took in the entire situation, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.
"Opportunity!"
This demon’s strength was indeed as he had estimated, newly entering the later stage, its Divine Techniques and thods, particularly the intensity of Divine Sense, far inferior to the monster that had possessed the old Hehuan demon.
With Sikong Ziyan’s fairly strong team containing it on the side....
"Perhaps.... there really is an opportunity to slay it here!"
With the intent to kill set, there was no hesitation.
In Xu Ping’s Sea of Consciousness, the "Thousand chanism Skill" spun wildly, and the vast power of Divine Sense instantly concentrated highly.
He opened his mouth and suddenly spat out.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two Soul-Breaking Needles, thin as a cow’s hair and jet-black, ignored the distance of space and plunged with pinpoint accuracy into the Sea of Consciousness of the three-headed six-ard demon ape.
"Aooo!!"
The demon ape, just about to swing a giant bone axe at Sikong Ziyan, its ferocious expressions on all three heads suddenly stiffened, then erupted in an earth-shattering, piercing wail of extre pain.
The surging demonic flas around its body faltered as if doused with a basin of ice water, shaking madly and almost scattering.
Its massive body trembled violently, and the movents of all six arms beca chaotic and stiff.
The Soul-Breaking Needle specializes in damaging the Divine Soul.
This demon’s Divine Sense was indeed its weakness, how could it withstand Xu Ping’s long-planned and ruthless strike?
"What?!"
This sudden upheaval instantly shocked everyone on the battlefield.
Even Sikong Ziyan’s pupils suddenly contracted, showing an expression of astonishnt.
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