After a dozen or so breaths, the ground was once again littered with fallen Evil Demons.

These creatures weren’t dead. Although Dust could counter their Immortality, completely killing them was still rather troublesome. It wasn’t as direct as Light Magic.

However, they had all lost their combat capabilities in a short time, rendering them useless.

The familiar azure smoke appeared again, enveloping the fallen Evil Demons and vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye. The surroundings fell silent once more.

Yang An knew the real test was about to begin.

The Evil Demons appearing next would all be at the Corpse Transformation level!

His Physical Power was enough to fight a Corpse Transformation, but that was the limit.

If the number of Corpse Transformations increased, he would have to activate his Dust fusion form.

Now was the time to test the power of the Jade Kala Vajra Body.

Yang An waited quietly, the starlike motes of Dust still covering his hands. He extended his senses, on guard for a surprise attack from an Evil Demon.

The Cultivation Level he was currently displaying was only that of a novice; he didn’t possess Immortality and couldn’t actively heal any injuries.

Therefore, if an Evil Demon managed to injure him, his combat effectiveness would be significantly impacted, and he might even lose the ability to fight altogether.

A strange sound echoed from the darkness. Something had appeared.

Yang An snapped his gaze toward the source of the sound, but his body suddenly plunged downward. At some point, the ground beneath his feet had turned into a mire.

He jolted, his body shooting up out of the mire. At the same time, a black shadow abruptly appeared behind him.

ROAR!

A tremendous roar suddenly exploded next to his ear.

But with Yang An’s extensive combat experience and the perceptive abilities of someone in the Late Stage of Corpse Transformation, he was long prepared.

The instant the sound erupted, he had already thrown a dozen consecutive punches in one direction.

As they were both at the Corpse Transformation level, the Evil Demon’s attempt at stealth was transparent to him.

BANG!

A figure was abruptly knocked to the ground and into the mire below, but it was quickly swallowed up and vanished.

"Get back!"

Just then, another figure charged out of the darkness, only to be sent flying by Yang An’s fist before it could even get close.

Yet before he could pull his hand back, a buzzing sound rose from all directions. In an instant, countless dark objects assailed him like cannonballs.

Yang An’s first instinct was to dodge. With his speed and reflexes, he could have easily avoided the attack.

But then he suddenly realized, ’If my performance is too good, I won’t seem like a newcomer to cultivation. I might expose myself.’

’How could a mere novice Cultivator have such flawless combat experience?’

So, in that split second of decision, Yang An activated the first form of the Dust fusion he had already mastered.

A dense, golden sheen spread over his body, as if a layer of gold paint had been brushed onto his skin.

His body swelled slightly as his muscles bulged and knotted. He then dodged to the side.

His straightforward dodge still allowed many of the attacks to hit him. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

However, when those dark objects touched his body, they were instantly seared, emitting plumes of black smoke. They quickly turned to char and dissipated, causing him no substantial harm.

Meanwhile, the objects he had dodged rapidly merged in front of him, forming a grotesque body that seized him by the neck.

A look of shock instantly appeared in Yang An’s eyes; he clearly "hadn’t expected" to be caught so easily.

The Evil Demon’s face was featureless. Torn flesh and skin formed what looked like a mouth, and dripping blood created the shape of a hideous grin.

"With this paltry Cultivation Level and strength, you dare come to the Eternal Prison to fight demons? And *this* is what they call a Buddha’s Son?

Great Virtue Temple has truly fallen! Hahaha!"

The Evil Demon gave a grotesque laugh, the gash in its face stretching wider and wider as it prepared to swallow Yang An whole.

But the next moment, with a flash of faint golden light, the Evil Demon was sent screaming into the mire.

Yang An clutched a severed arm that was spewing blood. Thick black smoke billowed from his hand, quickly scorching the limb to char.

"Such empty boasts!"