However, under that chaotic divine radiance, the demon shield that could withstand an attack from a Nascent Soul Perfection expert shattered and lted layer by layer like paper.
The young Demon Cultivator was struck as if by a massive blow, suddenly spewing out a large mouthful of pitch‑black demon blood. The aura around him plumted like an avalanche, and one of his arms was directly turned into flying ash within the divine light.
One strike, gravely wounded!
"Bloodline Treasure!"
On the other side, the beautiful woman who was about to deliver the killing blow to Xu Ping saw this scene, and her starry eyes involuntarily narrowed.
These people of the Human Race, each one is beyond expectations!
A treasure of this level would be enough to arouse even a Divinity Transformation Cultivator’s greed in the Spirit Realm.
And it was even a bloodline inheritance treasure!
Bloodline Treasure, a type of specially refined supre treasure that could use bloodline as its link.
Thus, this person could, with his Nascent Soul Perfection cultivation, barely force out a portion of its true power!
But the beautiful woman quickly cald down.
The situation had instantly reversed. The young Demon Cultivator was gravely injured and on the brink of death; if she got entangled any further, they might really lose today.
The only chance was to strike like thunder and first cut down this bizarre brat before her.
"Die!"
The killing intent in the beautiful woman’s eyes surged even fiercer.
She abandoned all flashy ans, gathered all her Demon Essence, and transford it into a pitch‑black demon palm that blotted out the sky and covered the earth. In its center, countless resentful souls seed to be wailing, carrying pure, crushing power as it slamd down toward Xu Ping’s head.
This strike surpassed Nascent Soul Perfection.
Facing this mountain‑toppling, sea‑overturning, inescapable killing blow, Xu Ping’s expression grew incomparably grave.
The space around him was locked down by the palm’s oppressive force; even his Soaring Dragon Art was difficult to use.
He could not hold back anything anymore!
"Appear!"
A fierce light flashed in Xu Ping’s eyes as he shouted in his heart.
The mouth of an inconspicuous spirit beast pouch at his waist flashed.
A verdant green figure suddenly shot out, instantly transforming into an avatar identical in appearance to Xu Ping, emanating an incomparably pure Wood Spirit aura.
The instant the Wood Spirit Avatar appeared, its hands moved in a blur as majestic, pure Mana poured without hindrance into the seventy‑three Magic Swords floating around them, instantly taking over full control of the Sword Array.
Countless sword‑rain swept out, covering the sky and earth, weakening that one strike.
Xu Ping’s true body, on the other hand, was thus completely freed. He snorted coldly and waved his hand.
Boom boom boom boom...
Ten puppets with differing appearances, yet all exuding an icy and fierce aura, crashed heavily to the ground.
The mont they appeared, their auras linked together through a profound military formation, with Xu Ping’s powerful blood and physique as the core, instantly forming a defensive formation like iron walls and bronze ramparts!
Puppet Array!
Dong!
The pitch‑black demon palm that blotted out the sky and covered the earth slamd viciously into the just‑ford light curtain of the Puppet Array!
An indescribable deafening boom erupted.
The light curtain twisted violently, sending out towering ripples. The ten puppets shook all at once, and Xu Ping, standing at the core, trembled all over, a sweetness surging up his throat.
But in the end—they forcibly withstood a strike that surpassed Nascent Soul Perfection.
"Second Nascent Soul?"
"No, a Clone Divine Technique!"
The beautiful woman’s pretty eyes widened.
That Wood Spirit Avatar, whether in Mana fluctuations, Divine Sense intensity, or the application of Divine Techniques, was no different from Xu Ping’s true body, moving in perfect concert with him.
Such a profound avatar was absolutely not a simple second Nascent Soul, but a far rarer and far stronger true Clone Divine Technique.
A Mid-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator not only possessed a Silent Extinction Divine Light that threatened late‑stage Ancient Demons, powerful Body Refining arts, and a bizarre Puppet Array.
He actually had such a powerful avatar as well?
Was this guy really a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, or a Divinity Transformation old monster who had seized a body?
"Good, good, good!"
On the other side, Yun Weifeng, who had barely driven the little cauldron to grievously wound his formidable enemy, saw this scene and could not help but feel his spirits soar, praising three tis in succession.
The trump cards Xu Ping revealed were far beyond his expectations.
As long as Xu Ping could stall that Divinity Transformation demoness for a short while, the scales of victory would tilt completely.
Yun Weifeng suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, spraying another mouthful of essence blood containing his life Primordial Qi onto the dark‑golden small cauldron.
Buzz!
The small cauldron humd, its chaotic divine radiance surging threefold.
"Run!"
Seeing this, the heavily wounded young Ancient Demon showed a look of terror and, disregarding everything, fled toward the Ancient Demon Hall.
If he did not flee now, he really might die here.
He was different from those cannon fodder; he was a true mber of the Ancient Demon race, and even had hopes of reaching Divinity Transformation.
He absolutely could not allow himself to be slain by lower‑realm Cultivators like this.
Seeing the other side flee, Yun Weifeng did not give chase.
Having been heavily wounded by him, this demon would absolutely not be able to recover within a short ti.
Moreover, he was controlling this treasure while overdrawing his Primordial Qi; he could not hold on for long and had to salvage the situation as much as possible.
Yun Weifeng directly changed direction, carrying the terrifying might that suppressed all things as he slamd straight toward the beautiful woman.
At the sa ti, Yun Weifeng’s Divine Sense transmission fell into Xu Ping’s mind:
"Young Friend Xu, leave this demon to ."
"You go and kill the other late‑stage Ancient Demons. Make it quick; your Divine Techniques restrain them more!"
Yun Weifeng’s vision was sharp as lightning, and he instantly made the optimal deploynt.
Xu Ping might be strong, but against this Divinity Transformation demoness he was ultimately at a disadvantage; if he dragged it out, he would inevitably lose.
anwhile, his Silent Extinction Divine Light was extraordinarily effective against those Ancient Demons who relied on black insects, letting him cut down their high‑end combat power at the fastest speed and reverse the overall battlefield.
Xu Ping naturally had no objections.
When the beautiful woman saw the small cauldron crashing toward her with blazing heavenly might, though she gnashed her teeth in hatred, she had no choice but to shift most of her attention away from Xu Ping, fully dealing with this Bloodline Treasure that even she felt posed a fatal threat.
Demonic Qi surged around her as she tangled with the dark‑golden small cauldron, the roar shaking the heavens.
With the pressure suddenly lessened, a cold light flashed in Xu Ping’s eyes. His true body and Wood Spirit Avatar moved at the sa ti, pouncing directly toward the late‑stage Ancient Demon closest to him, who was currently locked in fierce battle with Xuanmo True Monarch.
Although this person seed to have so sche against him, at this mont he was one of the few who could suppress an Ancient Demon.
"Extinguish!"
Xu Ping’s true body did not hesitate. He pointed a finger, and the gray‑white divine light, though launched later, arrived first, instantly sweeping into that mass of black insects.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle.
Like scalding iron eting ice and snow, amidst those tooth‑achingly fine sounds, the black insects turned into flying ash in swathes.
That Ancient Demon naturally knew how formidable Xu Ping was.
It hurriedly tried to retrieve the swarm, but how could it have the beautiful woman’s ability to retract and release at will?
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