Yong Fu was shocked in his heart, he had never seen such a bizarre tactic before, where even the Water and Fire Tribulation Power could not be refined by the Devil.
But after a brief panic, he quickly cald down.
He had fought many Evil Sect Cultivators before and knew that although their spells were strange, they often feared Thunder Skills. Hence, he shouted loudly, channeling his mana throughout his body, causing the Gang Clouds above to shake repeatedly as he unleashed dozens of Gang Thunder.
The flickering Thunder Radiance fell one after another, crashing into the Demonic Qi, scattering the Devil that had just gathered again. But in an instant, the strands of scattered Demonic Qi seed to summon themselves and astonishingly reford back to the original state.
Yong Fu couldn’t help but step back, and then a seeping sinister wind blew from behind him, reminding him that he was deeply trapped in his opponent’s spell. When he looked up again, he saw the sky was filled with dark winds and ominous mist, making it hard to see beyond three feet.
His expression grew serious, and with swift actions, he took out over a dozen Green Absolute Thunder Beads from his sleeve. These treasures were sacrificially refined by several Nascent Soul cultivators working together. He obtained them from the immortal city, and a single bead could rival tens of thousands of Spiritual Shells. They were best at restraining sinister and evil spells. Initially prepared as a trump card to assist Jiang Daoist, seeing these fierce Devils now, he had no choice but to take them out prematurely.
With a flick of his wrist, he threw dozens of Thunder Beads downwards, and suddenly, thunderous explosions roared into a chorus, scattering the Devils that were closing in.
Without pausing to inspect the results, he flicked his wrist again and sacrificed several Fire Darts, creating a fiery thread that tore a gash through the smoke. Seeing the opportunity, he activated the magic artifact under his feet and charged out.
But before he could see daylight, suddenly four lights fell together from above. His expression changed drastically, recognizing them as the four Dharma Treasures Zhang Boyant had just sacrificed. He hurriedly scooped with his robe sleeves, and with a thunderous crash, he was embarrassingly knocked down, raising his hand to see his right hand with only half a sleeve left, his face turning even grimr.
The Daoist robe he wore was also a treasure, but under the combined attack of several Dharma Treasures, it could barely be preserved. The fact that he was unhard was extrely lucky.
Suddenly, the sound of terrifying screaming hit his ears. The Devils gathered again and ford shapes, but for so reason, they didn’t imdiately attack and instead circled around him, causing him a wave of irritation. He hurriedly invoked the Protective Treasure Light with his mana, feeling slightly settled, taking out a shiny Jade Bottle from his sleeve. Removing the cork, he recited a spell, tilting the bottle slightly, and poured it outward. After a series of popping sounds, thick yellow smoke billowed out and collided with the Demonic Qi, rising in a fiery explosion, burning everything in its path, whether Devil or black mist.
Zhang Boyant snorted coldly, thinking that Yong Daoist had so skills with his powerful defensive treasures, yet he remained calm, showing no trace of anxiety and didn’t make any rescue moves.
The smoke and fire moved rather slowly, only burning away a few Devils, while the rest dodged aside, suffering no major losses. They just needed to sit for a few days, put in so effort, and they could refine themselves again.
Yong Fu spread the smoke and fire everywhere, but this seed rely like venting suppressed frustration. Seeing the Devils actively avoiding the fire and smoke, he hung the Jade Bottle back, and suspended a Bright Pearl above his head, which instantly cast a gentle light down, protecting his body, deciding to focus on the defense.
He had brought quite a few Dharma Treasures with him this ti and still had so yet to take out. If he did, he might be able to break through the blockade of those four Dharma Treasures. But he was calculating his own plan as well. Since Zhang Boyant entangled him here, he surely couldn’t pursue Jiang Daoist. If he held on for an hour, he’d count as winning the duel.
Zhang Boyant was indeed pondering the sa thought as Yong Fu.
Though he was not a Direct Disciple of the Nether Spring Sect, lacking the qualification to learn Superior Skills like "Ten Thousand Spirits Yin Void Tribulation Water", he had mastered the "Ghostly Communication and Divine Manifestation", which could transform into a Nascent Soul avatar. If his True Body fought alongside him, his opponent, without secret techniques, would have difficulty distinguishing true from false.
Jiang Daoist had his Nascent Soul avatar chasing behind, regardless of where he fled, Zhang knew it all clearly. He planned to wait until Jiang’s mana was mostly depleted, then proceed to deal with him.
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