If this continued, he would lose.
Seeing victory within reach, the two brothers carried their spirit tool spears and charged forward. They did not get too close but instead kept at a moderate distance, constantly throwing talismans to interfere.
In the shadows.
Wang Yu was not anxious at all. He knew that the Five Yin Peak cultivator had not yet shown his full strength. The Thousand Ghost Banner had only revealed half its power, and his Life-Bound Spirit Ghost had not yet appeared.
That was the true trump card of the Five Yin Peak cultivator.
As expected.
Carrying the Flood Dragon Inner Core that he had swallowed earlier, part of his true essence circulation was already occupied, making it harder and harder to resist attacks. He no longer cared about injuries.
Taking a blast of flas head-on, he pulled back with movent techniques.
"Ghost Command Art: Long-Tongued Yin Maiden."
At the mont he slapped the spirit seal onto his forehead, the ghostly mist swirling around him boiled violently. His Life-Bound Spirit Ghost was rather unique, rarely revealed before others.
The so-called Long-Tongued Yin Maiden referred to a hanged maiden. His was even fiercer, dressed in a red gown. The mont it possessed his body, a pale, slippery tongue like that of a toad extended for several dozen ters, binding a berserk One-Horned Fla Leopard tightly. Under the corrosion of ghostly energy, the beast’s flas instantly extinguished.
Like a flying teor hamr, the tongue swung with the head’s movent, smashing another One-Horned Fla Leopard brutally into the ground. The skulls from the Thousand Ghost Banner floated and gathered together, transforming into white bone ropes more flexible than an arm.
Moving at a speed invisible to the naked eye, the rope shot through the air and snared the throat of the elder brother of the bandit pair. In panic, he tried to break free, but with a light tug from that hand, his head fell cleanly.
The wound was smooth, without a single drop of blood, yet his eyes had clearly lost all vitality.
The younger brother was terrified and tried to retreat, but that slippery long tongue quickly wound toward him. With no choice, he raised his spear to clash head-on.
The situation shifted so fast it left people stunned.
This ghost-commanding cultivator’s thods were truly strange. From a clear disadvantage, the mont his Life-Bound Spirit Ghost appeared, the battle reversed completely.
Wang Yu frowned deeply. Situ Hong’s thods were nowhere near this level.
"Sothing is wrong. How could the gap be so large? To kill in just one exchange? Is it faulty intelligence again?"
His gaze turned to the ground. The two collapsed One-Horned Fla Leopards, though their auras were weak, did not seem to have sustained heavy injuries.
If the elder brother had died, then as his Life-Bound Spirit Beasts, they might not have perished instantly, but they should at least have been gravely wounded. Yet they were fine.
Suspicion rising, Wang Yu activated his Taiyin Nether Eyes. In Moon Observating state, he could see many yin phenona invisible to others.
"As expected."
From this perspective, the scene was entirely different.
The elder brother who had supposedly been beheaded was still frozen mid-air. Behind him, a red-dressed female ghost’s tongue was tightly wrapped around his throat, his face dark purple from suffocation. His limbs struggled instinctively, but he could not feel the tongue that was taking his life.
The Foundation Establishnt spirit beasts on the ground were bound like dumplings by the red ribbons extended from the Yin Maiden’s sleeves. That was the real reason they could not move, not because they had been knocked unconscious.
The younger brother of the bandit pair was flailing his spear techniques madly, pouring out his true essence recklessly. All his spear aura landed uselessly on the ground, his speed increasing, his face turning paler.
Only the Foundation Establishnt deacon of Five Yin Peak still maintained his hand-seal posture, his eyes completely white, as if he had lost self-awareness.
"An illusion… To achieve this level? Even at this distance I was affected. Without the special nature of my Taiyin Nether Eyes, it would be hard to awaken.
"So this is the unique talent of the Long-Tongued Yin Maiden. No wonder he never used it. This illusion traps both enemies and himself, leaving the true body unprotected. It can only be used as a desperate final trump card."
Strong indeed, but they would never expect that a Qi Refining eighth-layer cultivator would dare follow without fear of death.
Nor would they expect that this illusion was useless against Wang Yu.
"Is this not the perfect opportunity?"
Wang Yu’s mind surged like waves, and he imdiately made a judgnt. The daring are fed full, the timid starve to death.
Do it.
He swiftly took out a mask from his storage pouch, changed into another set of clothes, and condensed his Night Concealnt Mantra at the Perfection Stage. A black spiritual talisman that represented the Night Concealnt appeared upon the mask.
His toes tapped the mountain rocks and he instantly soared into the air. A flying sword descended beneath his feet.
At the sa ti, the gray-black Mysterious Yin Hand spread across Wang Yu’s left arm. In but a mont, he arrived behind the cultivator of Five Yin Peak.
The crescent moon imprint in his eyes glimred brightly. Once he locked on to the target’s position, he decisively struck.
This was the core inheritance of the Nether Spring Temple. Almost no cultivator in the outside world knew this technique.
It was a second-rank high-grade spell, at Minor Achievent Realm.
It was more than enough to shatter the protective True Essence that this cultivator had just recast.
“Puchi.”
The Mysterious Yin Hand pierced from back to front, crushing the spine. It plunged into the fleshly body, seized that third-rank Flood Dragon Inner Core, and along with it ripped out a large mass of blood and unknown organ fragnts.
“Ahhhh!”
The Foundation Establishnt deacon of Five Yin Peak scread miserably. He was like Iron Crutch Li of legends, whose primordial spirit had left the body, only to return and find the flesh destroyed.
Suffering such a devastating blow, his lower body lost all sensation. His illusion was forcefully interrupted, and he was struck by the backlash of the Long-Tongued Yin Woman.
Blood poured from his seven apertures, and all five senses were lost.
The true essence in his body began to riot, attacking indiscriminately at everything around. Wang Yu had originally planned to search his storage pouch, but seeing such a scene, he did not dare to be greedy.
He imdiately flew toward Spider Mountain.
Not far away, the elder brother who had just awoken from the illusion was still gasping for breath and did not notice the abnormality. The younger brother, who had exhausted most of his spiritual power, caught sight of Wang Yu’s fleeing figure.
His mind rapidly pieced together the full picture of events. He instinctively gave chase, and only after several breaths did he turn his head and shout.
“Brother, finish off that Foundation Establishnt cultivator. Bring the Fla Leopard and follow .”
With that, he pursued with full strength.
Fleshly flight was one of the divine abilities of the Foundation Establishnt Realm. If one cultivated matching aerial techniques, a cultivator’s speed and agility in the air would be greatly enhanced.
It was not even on the sa level as the movent techniques of the Qi Refining Realm.
It was also far faster than flying artifacts.
The flying sword beneath Wang Yu’s feet was a spoils of war, old and far from being of top quality.
After fleeing only twenty li, he was caught up to.
From afar, an energy spear shot toward him. He blocked it with his high-grade artifact, the Blackscale Shield.
“Qi Refining Realm?”
This action exposed his cultivation level. The younger brother was overjoyed. He had thought it was so bold expert, but it turned out to be nothing more than a reckless Qi Refining cultivator.
“Thief, hand over the Flood Dragon Inner Core and I will spare your life.”
His ambition and greed rapidly expanded. After all, he had chased alone. His elder brother still needed ti to finish off the grievously injured Foundation Establishnt deacon of the Blood Reversal Sect.
That ti was enough for him to kill this thief and swallow the Flood Dragon Inner Core for himself.
Thinking this, he continued to squeeze out more true essence, and his speed once again increased.
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