The injuries are not easy to inflict, but the Drought Demon heals quickly. The Flood Dragon had only rested for a few seconds when the wound visibly started to heal, making it roar with rage and pounce to scratch again, striking ten tis in one second... Li Yifei counted and saw that in its desperation, the Flood Dragon slashed ten tis per second, but it was clearly not its fastest speed, as in the next second, it struck twenty tis.
Damn, no wonder it felt like fireworks were bursting everywhere, the sound of tal scraping never-ending, rging into a single sound, attacking once every twentieth of a second.
Liu Yifei recalled when he went underwater to catch fish earlier; if the creature had struck him like that then, there probably wouldn’t be a now.
While human cultivators advance quickly, their foundations are often unstable, whereas beasts cultivate slowly but with stable foundations, so even taking hundreds or thousands of years to achieve mastery. Still, humans are generally stronger because their intelligence far surpasses other beings.
This Flood Dragon has been cultivating for countless years and had to be stripped of part of its soul to reach its current state; it truly has so foundation. Li Yifei even saw strong electricity on its claws, forming a high-voltage electric grid between them, ready to transfer to the Drought Demon at any mont.
This creature is indeed resilient, but the stronger its body, the more tallic it becos, making it potentially more conductive to electricity.
The Drought Demon emitted black evil qi and howled up to the sky; Li Yifei sidestepped to its rear, observing its tall back. Its back was also abnormally hideous, with unstructured protrusions in the front and the back covered with various-sized lumps. The small ones were just a few milliters, resembling skin pores, while the largest was the size of a human face.
No way, damn, that’s a human face! Li Yifei couldn’t help but grimace at the sight, as he clearly saw the exposed back of the Drought Demon, with a bulged area near the lower back with a human face, seemingly a woman’s face, that smiled at him.
Through a layer of skin, it smiled. Li Yifei swung his blade and slashed at it, yelling, "What the hell are you smiling about, disgusting!" It was indeed a woman’s face, but creased with wrinkles, suggesting that when the Drought Demon consud or absorbed her, she was already an old lady.
The Mohist War Blade sliced past, striking the woman’s face, but with minimal effect, rely leaving a faint mark on the lump, quickly healed by the black qi.
"Try those common weaknesses!" the Flood Dragon urged, its claws relentless.
"Right!" Li Yifei nodded imdiately, retracting the Mohist War Blade, and reverse-gripped, slashing towards the Drought Demon’s undercarriage. It was unclear whether this creature was male or female or had any sexual organs, so Li Yifei targeted the human Vital Point Acupoints, where ordinary people would feel pain or an aching sensation if touched, but for cultivators, it’s a vital point that, if attacked, could cause serious damage.
So... reminded by the Flood Dragon, Li Yifei swiftly delivered a cut with the blade pointed directly at the Vital Point.
With a clang, Li Yifei hit the target, making the Drought Demon’s body tremble violently, struggling fiercely and stretching the chains fastened to it, eliciting a rattling sound.
Li Yifei anxiously glanced at the chains. They had bound the creature for countless years and were possibly deteriorating, with scorching magma below and highly corrosive evil qi around. It was uncertain what kind of chains could last this long.
If... the chains suddenly broke right now, Li Yifei dared not imagine the consequences. If this intelligent creature, already threatening to devour Li Yifei several tis, got free, it might pursue them to the ends of the earth.
"Keep going, it’s working!" the Flood Dragon exclaid joyfully.
Li Yifei continued his assault, inflicting successive cuts. The Drought Demon, bound by chains, stood with legs spread; after several more strikes, it forcibly closed its legs, breaking two thigh-bound chains.
With a bang and another, Li Yifei retreated imdiately, warning, "Watch out!"
"Thirty-seven chains left, five already broken; we must hurry, don’t hold back!" the Flood Dragon urged.
Li Yifei didn’t need to be told to hurry; if more chains broke, the rest might snap shortly, leaving them no escape.
"Take this!" Seeing the Drought Demon clamping its legs, Li Yifei couldn’t strike from below, missing the vital point, so he moved to the front, raised his blade, and slashed at its abdon.
No reaction? Li Yifei’s eyebrows twitched, thinking he aid accurately...
"Stupid, how could a Drought Demon have those organs? Even if it does, it would’ve retracted them!" the Flood Dragon said angrily.
"You should have said so earlier!" Li Yifei withdrew the blade and specifically targeted the acupoints. Human bodies have a few death acupoints, but Li Yifei didn’t know where the black evil qi of the Drought Demon was stored, so he directly targeted the Dantian area.
At least for human cultivators, the Dantian is roughly in this position, so Li Yifei struck it several tis in succession.
"DUANG!" A strange sound rang out, as the Drought Demon’s hand suddenly snapped two iron chains. One chain was nailed to its palm, the other to its elbow, and both chains broke at the sa ti as the Drought Demon scread towards the sky and swung towards Li Yifei.
Li Yifei obviously wouldn’t resist the fan-like hand head-on unless he was out of his mind. He lowered his body and dodged it, but the Flood Dragon shouted, "Watch out!"
"Hmm?" Li Yifei had just had ti to wonder when his body was suddenly struck and sent flying by a trendous force. It was one of the chains whipping towards him at an extrely fast speed as the Drought Demon swung it. By the ti he realized sothing was wrong, thanks to the Flood Dragon’s warning, it was too late, and he was sent flying away.
The platform where the Drought Demon was held was only about ten ters long, and Li Yifei was directly flung into the air.
The Flood Dragon hurriedly released its claws from the Drought Demon, not caring whether the wound it had painstakingly clawed out would heal quickly, and twisted its body to rescue Li Yifei.
"Don’t worry about !" Li Yifei shouted, reaching out to grab an iron chain. As he grasped the chain, he felt an extre coldness, like grabbing onto an ice block with a very low temperature.
Cold iron? The word popped into Li Yifei’s mind; the magma below constantly roasted the Drought Demon, while the chains binding it were made of cold iron, this...
Seeing that Li Yifei was okay, the Flood Dragon turned back to attack the Drought Demon again, but in just those few seconds, the wounds on the Drought Demon had already healed, and the Flood Dragon cursed and could only scratch again.
Li Yifei jumped back from the chain onto the platform, feeling his hands fill with coolness. He didn’t understand the intentions of those who imprisoned the Drought Demon here. What was the purpose of creating such an environnt of ice and fire? Was it also ant to suppress the Drought Demon?
He swung the Mohist War Blade, True Qi was not precious as it slashed out. Li Yifei suddenly felt like he was playing a ga, fighting an extrely difficult boss, needing to constantly reposition, use various techniques to dodge powerful moves, while continuously dealing damage, hoping to slowly wear down the boss like an ant biting an elephant.
If he could indeed wear out this harmful entity, it would be a huge rit for Li Yifei, but the key problem was... he’s been slashing with the Mohist War Blade for so long, and this thing hasn’t even lost a hair...
Could it be the wrong weapon? Li Yifei put away the blade, transford two True Qi Blades, filled them with True Qi, and swung them directly. Now knowing that the Drought Demon’s weak point was beneath its crotch, but it always held its legs tightly together.
When the True Qi Blade struck, Li Yifei’s eyes lit up. The True Qi Blade, ford from True Qi, was more effective on the Drought Demon than the Mohist War Blade.
Dodging a death-filled palm swung by the Drought Demon, Li Yifei imdiately swung both blades, launching a combo attack. He saw the Drought Demon’s back burst with clouds of black mist, which were black evil qi leaking out from the cut-open body.
But like the wounds caused by the Flood Dragon, the cuts healed quickly, which was quite frustrating. Nonetheless, it was a sort of progress, as it still consud the Drought Demon’s energy.
A strange, grating screech rang out as Li Yifei quickly circled to the front of the Drought Demon. Seeing it having been worn down by the two of them for so long, it was frustrated, seething with rage, and all the mouths on its trash can lid-like ugly face were howling. As it shouted, its body began to swell, growing to about six ters long. Many of its fine protrusions magnified and beca distinct faces, which looked even more terrifying.
"Damn it, damn it! I’ll devour you!" The Drought Demon’s voice echoed in Li Yifei’s mind. It seed extrely furious, shouting at the top of its lungs.
Li Yifei swung a blade, coldly saying, "That is, if you can even manage to reach us!"
"I won’t let you go, you’ll all beco my food, my food!" The Drought Demon’s voice abruptly ceased as the elongated body of the Flood Dragon raised its claws towards the Drought Demon’s face, tearing a long cut. Li Yifei laughed heartily, swinging his two True Qi Blades at the Drought Demon. With a crashing sound, the two blades exploded.
Li Yifei didn’t mind, casually summoning two more blades, and attacked once again, reigniting the confrontation.
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