Record of a Demon's Cultivation-Chapter 457: The Arrival of the Six Yuan Ying

Translator: Cinder Translations

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The Feng Ying flapped its wings and let out a low shout.

"Qingming Gang Wind!"

A deep cyan whirlwind suddenly rose.

It was piercing, fierce, and carried an overwhelming sense of slaughter and destruction.

The force of the gale was so strong that the space itself seemed unable to withstand its terrifying power, producing a series of heart-pounding cracking sounds.

The Feng Ying, situated within the gale, appeared hazy and indistinct, its form flickering amidst the furious wind.

The gale howled as it surged.

The Xuan Yin Heavy Water surged and roared.

The Feng Ying and Yuan Hao, one on each side, charged into the sea of fire.

The gale was invisible but had the power to destroy everything in its path.

As the gale blew, the blazing flames bowed down.

The once wildly spreading sea of fire was now suppressed by the gale, retreating step by step, shrinking back.

The flames were mercilessly swept into the gale, torn into countless fragments like red silk, dancing with the wind and eventually dispersing into nothingness.

The heavy water surged like a crushing mountain.

Wherever the water passed, fire and water collided, and the flames quickly retreated.

The shape of the heavy water followed Yuan Hao's intent, rising into a ten-zhang-high wave that smothered the spreading sea of fire.

At another moment, it became a water shield, blocking the raging fire tongues.

The gale and the heavy water advanced together, unstoppable.

The flames seemed to yield to the gale, retreating steadily.

The Feng Ying and Yuan Hao quickly charged deep into the sea of fire. The fire was driven back to the edge of the cave hall, and the flames began to weaken.

The two of them were soon within several dozen zhang of Xing Gaohan.

"Xing Gaohan, who is seeking death here?" Yuan Hao said with some smugness.

The heavy water raised a wave, which quickly changed form, condensing into an incredibly sharp spike.

The spike was deep blue, radiating with a sharp, golden gleam. The spike rapidly extended, aiming straight for Xing Gaohan's chest.

Xing Gaohan showed no sign of panic on his face; instead, a smile of triumph appeared.

He quickly retreated, avoiding the spike of heavy water. At the same time, he signaled to Xing Wenyao.

The latter gave a slight nod.

Suddenly, nine short blades appeared on their foreheads, and they shot toward the two demons nearby.

Focused Spirit Stab!

The two demons were caught completely off guard!

Most demons cultivate their physical bodies but neglect their souls.

Demons tend to be physically strong, but their demon souls are often weak.

Spiritual sense attacks are one of the most feared types of attacks by demons.

Although these two demons had heard of the Focused Spirit Stab, they had also made preparations before coming to the island.

Two skulls appeared before them.

These skulls were long and triangular in shape, the remains of two third-tier Nether Foxes.

However, the demons' crafting of magical artifacts was not as refined as the humans', and the two Nether Fox skulls were somewhat crudely made.

The skulls trembled slightly, emitting a faint glow.

The glow gradually spread, forming a membrane as thin as a cicada's wing.

At this moment, the two demons rapidly retreated, trying to avoid the spiritual blades.

Just as Xing Gaohan had said earlier, the cave's terrain severely limited the demons' movement.

If they were in the ocean, Yuan Hao could move through the water freely.

If they were in an open space, The Feng Ying could soar high.

Both could move tens of miles in an instant.

But in this cave, there was nowhere to hide.

The two demons only retreated a short distance before the spiritual blades caught up with them.

The spiritual blades struck the membrane, seemingly encountering an insurmountable barrier.

A faint ripple spread across the membrane, like water waves, and slowly dissipated the power of the spiritual blades.

However, while the membrane blocked one spiritual blade, there were still eight more following.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft..."

The membrane was eventually pierced.

Several spiritual blades pierced into the heads of the two demons.

The two demons were struck as if by lightning, their bodies suddenly freezing.

Their eyes bulged out, revealing unbearable pain as they trembled violently, letting out a mournful wail.

The demons could no longer remain airborne and fell to the ground.

The Xuan Yin Heavy Water and the Qingming Gang Wind immediately lost control, their power dissipating.

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The heavy water turned into a pile of mud, sluggishly flowing across the cave floor.

The wind weakened and slowly dispersed into the air.

This is the terrifying power of spiritual sense attacks—not only can they injure the soul, but they can also cause an opponent's abilities to collapse.

It's worth noting that the attack on Yuan Hao came from Xing Gaohan.

Xing Gaohan's spiritual cultivation was higher than Xing Wenyao's, so his spiritual power was naturally more potent.

The injuries Yuan Hao sustained were significantly worse than The Feng Ying's.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xing Wenyao and Xing Gaohan would not miss the chance to strike at the fallen enemies.

Xing Gaohan's feather fan turned into a fire phoenix, and the flames soared, immediately engulfing Yuan Hao.

Xing Wenyao's green wooden branch grew a tough vine, its tip sharp as a blade, aimed at The Feng Ying's head.

The Feng Ying barely managed to tilt its head, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike.

However, the vine nimbly wrapped around its neck, spreading quickly to bind it tightly, rendering it immobile.

The tip of the vine rose like a snake's head, plunging into The Feng Ying's massive body.

Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao were preparing to deliver the final blow to the two demons when, suddenly, two flying swords shot out from the eastern cave, heading straight for them.

Both Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao's expressions tightened, and they immediately turned their attention to the flying swords.

Xing Gaohan's mind moved, and the fire phoenix flew into the air, charging toward the flying swords aimed at him.

Xing Wenyao urged the vine, and it whizzed through the air like a flail, bringing The Feng Ying along as it smashed into the flying swords.

The fire phoenix intercepted one of the flying swords.

The vine also struck and sent the other flying sword flying.

But The Feng Ying's back was injured by the sword light, leaving a deep bloodstain visible down to the bone!

A large number of black feathers were cut off and scattered in the air.

The Feng Ying's blood sprayed into the air, and it slowly emerged from the confusion of soul damage.

In the face of death, it erupted with all its strength.

Its wings flared violently, with feathers like blades, instantly cutting through the vine and freeing itself.

However, it didn't immediately take to the air but instead crashed heavily into the stone wall of the cave hall.

Meanwhile, Yuan Hao curled up on the ground, charred and on the brink of death.

At this moment, no one was paying attention to the two demons.

The two flying swords that had attacked Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao were merely distractions.

While the two of them were distracted dealing with the flying swords, two figures suddenly emerged from a lava fissure near the high platform and flew toward the coffin on the platform.

These two were Yin Shuo and Jing Wuming.

It was unclear when Yin Shuo had escaped the labyrinth and formed an alliance with Jing Wuming.

(End of the Chapter)

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