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nAt this moment, none of the demons dared to underestimate the situation any longer.

nThey could not win in melee combat.

nTheir Dharmic weapons were useless.

nThey had lost in a fight with Dharmic arts.

nThere were already five mid-level fiend demons that had died in the hands of this man at this point of the battle.

nEven if he was a low-level fiend demon, nobody dared to underestimate him any longer!

nSolitary Cloud was enraged and was still indignant.

nAs a pure-blooded ferocious beast, his bloodline was noble and strong and even contained a trickle of the Dragon race’s bloodline. Furthermore, he was a full major cultivation realm above this man – how could he possibly lose when he was joining forces with others?

nEven if they had to drag on the fight, they could defeat this man in a combined war of attrition!

n“Kill!”

nSolitary Cloud opened his mouth and a current surged forward!

nThe moment the stream of water arrived in midair, it transformed into the shape of a wyrm.

nThe wyrm soared through the clouds snarling with sharp fangs, charging violently towards Su Zimo as though it could feel its master’s wrath.

n“Puny wyrm snake. Break it!”

nSu Zimo had a calm expression as he shouted while conjuring hand seals with his hands once again.

nLightning bolts curved, extended and shrank between his arms.

nThere were crackling sounds and a gigantic shield was formed between his hands, standing right in front of him!

nIt was a Dharmic art from the Purple Thunder Manual, the Purple Thunder Shield.

nThe gigantic Purple Thunder Shield was created from lightning bolts completely and absorbed the power of thunder from the thunderclouds endlessly, sparkling with a blinding dazzle!

nBoom!

nThe wyrm collided fiercely against the Purple Thunder Shield and created a loud bang.

nThe Purple Thunder Shield dissipated.

nThe wyrm Solitary Cloud conjured dispersed as well.

nSu Zimo made use of the rebound momentum from the collision and bolted in reverse, arriving in front of another mid-level fiend demon instantly!

nThe mid-level fiend demon had just escaped from the Purple Thunderstorm. Before he could catch a breath, his vision darkened and a massive palm descended upon him!

nThe person’s mouth went agape and he had a startled expression.

nHe had just escaped from death and was injured from head to toe. As such, his reaction time was already slower.

nThere was no way he would have expected Su Zimo to arrive right in front of him when the latter was just fighting the Territorial Lord of Ghastly River a moment earlier.

nThat single moment of lag cost him his life!

nPiak!

nSu Zimo’s palm landed on the person’s head.

nThe person’s skull shattered instantly.

nThe Essence Spirit in his spirit consciousness was destroyed on the spot, devastated by a tremendous amount of power!

nAnother mid-level fiend demon was dead!

nIn the blink of an eye, there were only eight mid-level fiend demons left, including the Territorial Lords of Cyclone Cave and Black Sand Ridge!

n“Mo!”

n“Mo!”

nThe demons of Howling Moon Mountain cheered as they shouted the name of their Territorial Lord.

nSolitary Cloud’s expression was terrible.

nHe had failed time and again. Not only did he fail to kill Su Zimo with his Dharmic art, the latter even made use of the rebound to kill another mid-level fiend demon.

nHe was thoroughly enraged right now!

nFinally, the Territorial Lords of Cyclone Cave and Black Sand Ridge noticed something amiss.

nIf this continued, the mid-level fiend demons under their lead would die while the Territorial Lord of Howling Moon Mountain was fine and dandy.

nApart from the three Territorial Lords, the other six mid-level fiend demons had hints of fear and panic in their eyes.

nThere was a chance that the six fiend demons were going to flee if the three of them did not do something soon!

nThe Territorial Lords of Black Sand Ridge and Cyclone Cave exchanged glances and, with a tacit understanding, abandoned their pursuit of Black Wolf and Chan Ruyi and turned towards Su Zimo.

nBlack Wolf and Chan Ruyi were thoroughly exhausted and were of no threat.

nRight now, the most pressing matter was to kill the Territorial Lord of Howling Moon Mountain to boost the morale of their army!

nAll of a sudden, the demons noticed that right now, Su Zimo no longer had scarlet hair. Instead, his hair was completely black.

nThe demons merely frowned slightly and did not think too much about it.

nEven if they racked their brains, none of them would be able to imagine that there was an earthshaking secret of two Essence Spirits behind the change in his hair color!

nAlthough Purple Thunder Storm and Purple Thunder Shield were both Dharmic arts of human cultivators, demonic qi rumbled around Su Zimo and the demons could not differentiate when his Dharmic arts were released.

nIn the blink of an eye, the three Territorial Lords and six fiend demons occupied different directions and encircled Su Zimo; all of them had cold, murderous gazes!

nIt was as though all nine fiend demons had the same thoughts.

n“I have to admit that you’re indeed qualified to be my opponent,”

nSolitary Cloud said in a deep voice, “Mo, aren’t you going to revert to your true form?”

nSu Zimo smiled indifferently. “You’re not qualified to see my true form.”

n“I’m not qualified?”

nSolitary Cloud was so furious that he broke into laughter instead. “You truly don’t know that you’re on the brink of death!”

n“Tsk, tsk, tsk!”

nThe Territorial Lord of Cyclone Cave laughed sinisterly. “Junior, I don’t care what your true form is. Even if you’re a pure-blooded ferocious beast, you’re not going to get another chance!”

n“Lowlife, join my child in Hell!” The Territorial Lord of Black Sand Ridge hollered.

nThe moment he said that, bright glows shone from the glabellas of the nine fiend demons!

nOne after another, frightening spirit consciousness fluctuations spread through the voids with a rampant might.

nAgainst the envelopment of the spirit consciousness, the demons fighting below stopped; all of them shivered in fear!

nSome of the cowardly ones even sprawled on the ground motionlessly!

nIf they were struck by any of the spirit consciousnesses, they would die immediately without any chance of escape.

nIn the cultivation world, there was the saying that life and death was determined by a single thought. In truth, that statement meant that powerful cultivators could kill their opponents instantly with a single thought using their spirit consciousnesses!

n“Territorial Lord, watch out! Those are Essence Spirit secret skills!”

nBlack Wolf was shocked when he saw that and reminded hurriedly.

nFights between Essence Spirits were the most dangerous.

nEven among mid-level fiend demons, they would not release their Essence Spirit secret skills casually.

nFirst, there was no guarantee of victory in a fight between Essence Spirits.

nEven if they did win, it would be an immense loss if their Essence Spirits were injured because of it.

nEssence Spirits were way harder to heal compared to the physical body if they were injured.

nThere were many medicinal herbs meant for external and internal injuries. If the physical body was injured, it would recover completely within a couple of years at most.

nHowever, there were extremely few medicinal herbs that could be used to heal the Essence Spirit. If an Essence Spirit was injured, some people may not be able to heal it even if they spent their entire lives, let alone a couple of years.

nTheir cultivations would even be implicated because of that.

nIt was extremely common for one’s cultivation realm to be stuck because of that.

nThat was the reason why neither Black Sand Ridge nor Cyclone Cave chose to fight a war of attrition instead of fighting with their Essence Spirits right from the start despite their advantage.

nThe outcome was as they had expected as well.

nBlack Wolf and Chan Ruyi’s Dharmic powers were depleted and their Essence Spirits took a huge toll; even if they wanted to fight to the death with their Essence Spirit secret skills, they did not have the strength to do so.

nHowever, a variable happened.

nThis variable was so great that it turned the tides of the entire battle!

nThey became the passive parties!

nRight now, they were forced to use their Essence Spirit secret skills even!

nThe Territorial Lords of Black Sand Ridge and Cyclone Cave stood high and above as they glared down at Su Zimo coldly; their gazes seemed as though they were looking at a dead man.

nBy this point of the battle, they had already deduced that although Su Zimo was a low-level fiend demon, his bloodline was definitely unusual and his Essence Spirit was strong!

nHowever, no matter how strong his Essence Spirit was, there was no way he could defend against spirit consciousness attacks and Essence Spirit secret skills!

nFurthermore, nine mid-level fiend demons were attacking at the same time!

nNo matter how much of a variable he created, he was going to be killed!

nSolitary Cloud looked at Su Zimo with a conflicted expression.

nIn truth, within the depths of his heart, he still had the idea of suppressing Su Zimo with his own strength; he wanted to subdue the latter as his mount.

nHe could even take the treasure of the Dragon race in this man’s possession for himself.

nHowever, that wish was probably dashed by this point.

nThis man would definitely die from the Essence Spirit secret skills!

nIf he wanted to snatch away the treasure of the Dragon race, he might even have to undergo a bitter battle with Black Sand Ridge and Cyclone Cave.

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