The Mountain-Carrying Power Talent directly increased Yang Jing’s strength by a full seventy percent, allowing him to once again surpass Iron Head in sheer Qi Power. anwhile, the extra six percent from his Bright Qi Talent enabled him to distinguish Spiritual Qi with greater subtlety. He could even vaguely see through the human body and observe the flow of Magical Power within.
But the most useful Talent of all was Divine Turtle Longevity, which he had obtained from the Old Turtle. Yang Jing could vaguely sense that his lifespan had increased by at least sixty years, and the Celestial True Yang within him had beco much more vigorous.
If he broke through to the Foundation Establishnt Stage, his lifespan would increase proportionally as well.
Although Yang Jing had guessed this Talent could extend his life, he hadn’t expected it to be by so much.
The earlier one broke through to the Foundation Establishnt Stage, the greater their future prospects. If a cultivator barely reached Foundation Establishnt at the sixty-year limit, their lifespan would be no different from other Foundation Establishnt Cultivators. However, their divine soul, physical body, and vital energy would be far more aged and stagnant than cultivators of the sa Realm, making future breakthroughs exponentially more difficult.
Conversely, achieving Foundation Establishnt at a young age ant one’s divine soul and physical body were brimming with vitality, making it much easier to advance to higher Realms.
Yang Jing was still processing his gains, but on the battlefield, the Three Demons had already begun a desperate, life-or-death struggle. They unleashed all their trump cards, cornering Huang Dengtao in a bout of Magical Combat.
The Dog Demon, Gou Santong, had the weakest Demon Power, so he resorted to physically throwing his Demon Body at Huang Dengtao’s Protective Spirit Light. He paid no mind as his fur was scorched away and his body beca a bloody, mangled ss.
This put Huang Dengtao in a world of hurt. Pinned down by this mad dog, he couldn’t even think about escaping.
Their frenzied state left even the onlooking Tribulation Cultivators stunned. They couldn’t imagine what treasure Huang Dengtao had stolen from the Demon Country to provoke these three Great Demons into a fight to the death.
CLANG!
With a trendous crash, the Iron Armor General, aided by the Turtle Demon, used his Iron Rod to pin the Red Dragon Chain to the ground like a dead snake.
Under the corrosion of the turbid water, the Restrictions on the Red Dragon Chain began to crumble.
Having lost his weapon of choice, the Iron Armor General simply made a grabbing motion, condensing a Great Axe out of the turbid water.
He leaped into the air and swung with all his might, striking Huang Dengtao’s Protective Spirit Light.
BOOM!
The Ice Axe exploded on impact, but the Protective Spirit Light enveloping Huang Dengtao wavered violently. The fla of the Spirit Lamp hanging in the air also flickered.
The frenzied Iron Armor General imdiately condensed two more Ice Axes and began hacking wildly at Huang Dengtao’s Protective Spirit Light. No matter how calculating he was, he was ultimately a Demon. Once his berserk nature surfaced, he threw all caution to the wind.
The Turtle Demon Wucheng spat out the Spirit Water he had spent years refining as if it were free, his eyes turning bloodshot.
The Three Demons had Huang Dengtao completely surrounded. Now, he truly had no path to the heavens and no gate into the earth.
Although his earnings from the Profound Carp Association had placed his Magical Power reserves on the higher end for a Foundation Establishnt Cultivator, how could he possibly withstand the relentless siege of three Demons?
He could only take out a Dharma Fan made from the feather of a Demon Bird and summon torrents of Spiritual Fire to defend himself.
This Magical Artifact was Tier Two, but it was far inferior to his Red Dragon Chain. He had it refined solely for his disguise as Si Yuan, so he wouldn’t expose his identity by using the Red Dragon Chain. In terms of power, it couldn’t compare.
Eventually, Huang Dengtao was reduced to a blubbering ss, begging pitifully for his life, but the Three Demons were already lost in a bloodlust and were in no mood to listen.
CRACK!
A muffled crack echoed from the Spirit Lamp as the Protective Spirit Light suddenly extinguished. The Iron Armor General imdiately swung his axe and decapitated Huang Dengtao. He was about to mince the corpse, but the thought that the Flood Dragon was still on the body made him freeze his swing.
He kicked Huang Dengtao’s head—its eyes wide with unwillingness to die—to the side and impatiently began searching the body.
The next mont, a chill that seed to freeze his very soul rose from the depths of his heart.
"It’s not here! How can it not be here!"
Besides a Storage Bag and so miscellaneous items, he found no trace of the Flood Dragon, not even a Beast Taming Bag.
"This is impossible!"
He violently grabbed Gou Santong.
"Sniff him! Sniff his scent! Where is what we’re looking for!"
A large handful of fur was torn from Gou Santong’s head. He was just as terrified, if not more panicked than the Iron Armor General.
Because he couldn’t sll any trace of the Flood Dragon’s scent at all.
Old Turtle Wucheng went so far as to rip off Huang Dengtao’s clothes and hack the corpse to pieces.
"How could it not be here!"
He was so shocked and disappointed that he couldn’t accept reality. His eyes filled with bloodshot veins, and his Demon Qi nearly rushed to his head, threatening to send him into a complete frenzy.
The next mont, their auras weakened again as another layer of their Cultivation vanished.
Gou Santong, who had the weakest Power, even dropped to the Qi Cultivation Stage Realm. He was completely dumbfounded. As a Mingyi Dog from a long-declined lineage, the hardships he had endured to reach the Foundation Establishnt Stage were indescribable, yet today he had inexplicably reverted to a Little Demon.
The Turtle Demon’s aura also weakened drastically.
His appearance, once characterized by white hair and a youthful face, instantly took on a look of decay.
The Iron Armor General was even more horrified, because he hadn’t just dropped one layer—he had dropped two. He was now stuck at the First Layer of Foundation Establishnt. If he dropped one more layer, he would revert to a Little Demon just like Gou Santong.
The Demon Power that had once rushed through his Acupoints like a great river had degenerated into a re stream.
"What in the world is this poison?!" The Iron Armor General simply couldn’t comprehend it. His knowledge was considered extensive among Demons, but he had never heard of a poison that could directly erase a Demon’s Cultivation.
"Did any of you take the Elixirs that Wang Tong gave us!"
A possibility surfaced in his mind.
Turtle Demon Wucheng nodded. He was old, and his Demon Power had begun to decline. The Bone Marrow Transformation Pill could increase his vital energy and blood, halting the decay.
Gou Santong, however, shook his head.
His Cultivation had already hit a plateau, so he had stored away those Bone Marrow Transformation Pills, planning to trade them for Spiritual Objects that could advance his Demon Power after returning to the Demon Country.
The Iron Armor General had no choice but to suppress his suspicion.
"Gou Santong, are you sure you didn’t sll any trace of the Flood Dragon!"
He asked Gou Santong, unwilling to give up.
Gou Santong shook his head in despair.
"Other than at that dried-up Spiritual Spring, I haven’t slled the Flood Dragon’s scent anywhere."
"Could we have co too early? Has the Huang Family not captured the Flood Dragon from the underground Spiritual Spring yet!"
That was the only possibility the Iron Armor General could think of. He was so frustrated he wanted to roar at the heavens.
The Flood Dragon’s Urine in the Spiritual Spring had been cross-verified by both Wucheng and Gou Santong; it couldn’t possibly have been faked.
"A bunch of useless fools! We’re leaving!"
In the distance, the Tribulation Cultivators had broken into the Huang Clan’s secret vault. The once-united cultivators imdiately began to fight amongst themselves, scrambling to loot the treasures inside.
Even the Tribulation Cultivators who had been hunting down the Huang Family Cultivators turned back.
They had breached the Huang Family’s defenses with such speed that the family couldn’t have had ti to move the treasures from the secret vault. The lion’s share had to be inside.
The Three Demons prepared to slip away quietly while all the Tribulation Cultivators’ attention was on the loot.
"You three can’t leave just yet!"
The Red-faced Cultivator blocked the path of the Three Demons.
"What’s the matter? Isn’t the treasure in that vault not enough to cover the forty percent you’re owed?"
The Iron Armor General forced himself to remain calm, his hand gripping his Iron Rod tightly.
"Or do you want to follow in Huang Dengtao’s footsteps!"
The Red-faced Cultivator unhurriedly took out a Gourd and began toying with it in his hand.
"I am, of course, deeply impressed by the power of you three Great Kings. It’s just that I’m quite curious about this ’treasure’ you ntioned. My curiosity is a powerful thing, you see, so I’d very much like to know."
The Iron Armor General gripped his Iron Rod and mustered his Demon Power with all his might, once again stirring up the turbid water.
"Knowing too much can be hazardous to your health. If you want a fight, the three of us will gladly oblige!"
The Red-faced Cultivator’s expression remained impassive, but inwardly he was overjoyed. ’These arrogant Demons are actually bluffing!’
It was clear that, for so unknown reason, their Demon Power had indeed been drastically reduced.
He saw that the Dog Demon’s aura had even fallen to the Qi Cultivation Stage.
"In that case, let’s just forget it."
The Red-faced Cultivator turned to the side as if to clear the path, but his Gourd suddenly opened, spewing a violent gale that howled toward the Three Demons.
The Iron Armor General attacked at the sa mont, suddenly hurling his Iron Rod straight at the Red-faced Cultivator’s head.
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