Every moment, human Martial Artists and demons perish in battle, and even the skies see a continuous fall of corpses from both Celestial beings and demons. freewёbnoνel.com
Long after, a sudden earth-shattering boom erupted from the high skies, followed by a dismembered corpse plummeting down.
It was the green-clothed Martial Saint, Chen Sicheng.
His body looked as if it had been brushed over by something, not a single inch remained intact.
Suddenly, a purple-robed figure descended from the heavens, catching the mutilated corpse of the green-clothed elder.
His eyes were bloodshot with rage, for Uncle Chen had sacrificed himself to block the fatal blow from Huang Lang, the Demon Saint, saving his life.
At this moment, the turmoil in the skies intensified, thunder roared, and yellow clouds spread.
Following that, the pervasive Demon Energy was torn apart, revealing a gigantic figure wrapped in thunder, descending like the Thunder God incarnate.
"Damn it, Elder Yuan has resorted to a Forbidden Technique."
Yan Fu, the purple-robed Martial Saint, saw this scene and his face turned ugly.
For what Elder Yuan manifested was the Primordial Spirit Dharma Form.
Under normal circumstances, even top-level Martial Saints couldn’t utilize the Primordial Spirit Dharma Form, as any injury would cause the Primordial Spirit to collapse, leading to death and the vanishing of their path.
Only those at the Great Saint level were capable of wielding the Primordial Spirit Dharma Form.
But now, Elder Yuan had forcibly driven the Forbidden Technique to exhibit the Primordial Spirit Dharma Form, which was a life-threatening gamble.
"You human madman..."
Huang Lang, the Demon Saint, was also greatly startled at this scene.
For a top-level Martial Saint to employ the Primordial Spirit Dharma Form was simply courting death.
Only the Myriad Phenomena Martial Intent of the Fifth Layer or above could sustain the Primordial Spirit Dharma Form; otherwise, the resulting backlash would surely lead to the collapse of the Primordial Spirit.
Now that this human Martial Saint was using the Primordial Spirit Dharma Form, it created an immense pressure on him.
As soon as a Thunder Sword was swung, torrents of thunder spread, easily tearing apart his Myriad Phenomena Demon Domain.
Puh!
Huang Lang’s cloak instantly disintegrated.
He spurted a mouthful of blood, and his aura weakened drastically.
Two more sword strikes followed, and Huang Lang, with no place to dodge, begrudgingly endured the two hits, one of his arms breaking off completely.
However, being a Demon Saint, unlike humans, he could regenerate his severed limb.
Suddenly!
The Thunder God-like Primordial Spirit Dharma Form, holding the Thunder Sword, appeared in front of Huang Lang, stabbing fiercely.
Huang Lang sensed an imminent calamity.
He opened his mouth and spat out a bead.
Intense yellow Demon Energy gush forth, forming a wall of wind that blocked the Thunder Sword.
The thunder on the Thunder Sword permeated, tearing through layers of wind barriers, until finally, the Thunder Sword struck the bead.
Huang Lang trembled all over; the bead was his Lifebound Demon Pill, the source of his greatest strength as well as his weakness. Should the Lifebound Demon Pill shatter, his death was certain.
Just when Huang Lang felt his Lifebound Demon Pill couldn’t withstand much longer, suddenly, the Thunder Sword vibrated violently and dispersed.
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