This voice sounded as if it were spoken right next to Wu Yuan's ear. Wu Yuan hadn't even noticed that someone had gotten behind him. What made his liver and gallbladder split was the content of this sentence. It was clear that this was the other party's trap, deliberately taking out the Demonic Core to lure the two of them here.
Wu Yuan let out a loud shout, and at the same time, black gas surged from his body. The thick long staff in his hand swelled with black gas, transforming into giant black eagles that whistled and flew around him, grabbing and pecking at the empty surroundings.
At the same time, Wu Yuan also bent his elbow and jabbed it fiercely behind him. As he bent his elbow, a look of pain appeared on Wu Yuan's face, and the muscles at the tip of his elbow split open. Along with Wu Yuan's loud shout, his whole body convulsed violently. The tip of his elbow split open from the inside out, and blood shot out. A sharp spike, as thick as a thumb, broke through the bone. It was a mottled bone spur about half a foot long, and the tip of the bone spur was still stained with Wu Yuan's own blood and flesh.
The mottled bone spur brought with it a sharp sound that could pierce a diaphragm, as if someone was holding a sharp weapon and cutting through the surrounding spiritual power space at an incredible speed. This whistling sound of breaking air was enough to show the speed of Wu Yuan's elbow strike. Close-quarters combat was the most formidable attack method of the Demon Clan.
It was just that the sharp spike on Wu Yuan's elbow had not yet been cultivated to the point where it could form armor. So every time he used it, he had to pay a great price, injuring the enemy by a thousand while harming himself by eight hundred.
Wu Yuan also used the force of his elbow jab to kick the void with his heel, intending to rush forward and dodge the attack from behind.
From Li Yan's disappearance to his words, to Wu Yuan transforming qi into eagles, bending his elbow to counterattack, and preparing to rush forward, all of this happened in a flash of lightning, in the blink of an eye. The actions and reactions of both sides had reached an incredible speed.
Although the other party's speed was bizarre, Wu Yuan believed that his attack was aimed at the enemy's vital point. Otherwise, if the other party was not torn apart by his countless black eagles, they would definitely be pierced by his elbow strike. His eyebrow-height staff had been refined with the help of his master with one hundred and eight "Dark Demonic Eagle" essence souls. To obtain these "Dark Demonic Eagle" essence souls, Wu Yuan had dived as deep as fifty zhang into the "Demon-Swallowing Abyss." Then he had lain in ambush for several months, and at least seventeen times he had almost died on the spot, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered. It wasn't until he had hunted a full one hundred and eight "Dark Demonic Eagles" that he dragged his almost broken body back to the sect. This matter shocked the entire younger generation of the sect.
Originally, very few chose the "Dark Demonic Eagle" as a refining material for their essence souls. What kind of place was the "Demon-Swallowing Abyss"? Even the demonic beasts living at the shallowest hundred zhang were enough to easily kill a Demon Lord. Although these "Dark Demonic Eagles" were only demonic beasts from the middle section of the upper hundred zhang, they were usually composed of a male and a female, or even a small clan. Their individual strength was usually above the late-stage of Foundation Establishment. Very few cultivators of Wu Yuan's Demonic Soldier cultivation level dared to hunt this kind of demonic beast. It was almost no different from suicide. Even if there were some, they would usually feel satisfied after hunting a few.
Therefore, among the martial brothers in the sect, those whose magical treasures were refined with the "Dark Demonic Eagle" as the artifact spirit usually only had one male and one female "Dark Demonic Eagle" essence soul inside. As long as Wu Yuan used this magical treasure of his, the "Dark Demonic Eagles" inside were like a sky-covering horde. No one of the same rank could break through it. Even those martial uncles praised this skill of his endlessly.
In addition, the sharp spike on Wu Yuan's elbow was also from his choice to cultivate the extremely difficult sect technique, "White-Bone Mottled Armor."
Demon Clan cultivation methods all followed the path of body cultivation. It was a realm with one of the most ancient and long-standing body cultivation inheritances among many realms, and its body refining arts were countless. There were no less than a thousand top-tier body refining arts. Coupled with the naturally strong physique of the demon cultivators, it was a perfect match, making the demon race extremely powerful, which was why they were constantly expanding their realm's territory everywhere.
Although the "White-Bone Mottled Armor" was not the top-tier cultivation method in Wu Yuan's sect, it was still considered mid-to-high tier, and the number of people who cultivated it was very small. The reason was that the initial cultivation of this technique was extremely slow. Just to successfully cultivate the four limbs required one to reach the initial-stage of Golden Core, which was when one had just advanced to the Demon Lord level. Generally, only at the late-stage of Golden Core could one completely cultivate the entire body's bones and meridians. But if this technique was successfully cultivated, one could easily summon the dense bone spurs cultivated in the body to form a terrifying set of armor around the body. Relying on this set of armor, once in close-quarters combat, a single touch would basically turn the opponent's body into a pile of bloody holes, like a broken sieve.
Compared to body cultivation techniques of the same level, the attack power of the "White-Bone Mottled Armor" was terrifying. And it was a technique that integrated both offense and defense. Its defensive power was almost as famous as its attack. The "White-Bone Mottled Armor" technique first required one's own bones to mutate, slowly forming a bone spur. To have an extra thing in the body for no reason, even in daily activities, would cause unbearable sharp pain. So cultivating this technique was not only slow but also extremely painful.
The "White-Bone Mottled Armor" first cultivated the joints of the four limbs. Especially before reaching the Demon Lord level, if one needed to use it, every time it was deployed, the pain would be several times greater for oneself first. If the bone spur was extended bit by bit, it was impossible to achieve a surprise kill on the enemy. So one could only desperately deploy the entire bone spur in an instant. This kind of pain was like someone grabbing a bone in the body and pulling it out abruptly. If one's will was slightly weaker, one might faint from the pain before even attacking the enemy. So many demon cultivators, after comparison, ultimately gave up on this technique.
Although Wu Yuan had already reached the Pseudo-Core realm, he had only cultivated three bone spurs: two on his elbows and one on his knee. When the bone spur on his other knee was successfully cultivated, it would be the time he stepped into the Demon Lord realm. At this time, he used it desperately, and Wu Yuan also had an uncontrollable fear of Li Yan's strangeness.
Wu Yuan heard the other party's voice almost right behind him. He was already putting on a brave face, and this attack was a must. But just as Wu Yuan's loud shout was halfway through, it suddenly turned into a mournful scream. This sound was just as high-pitched as Ge Feng's voice before, but it contained more boundless fear.
Wu Yuan, who was about to kick the air and pounce forward, was thrown forward at an even faster speed, turning into a ball of black light. And in Wu Yuan's inhuman scream, there was also the sound of bones breaking inch by inch. Bone fragments rustled down from the air. In the distance, Li Yan slowly retracted his jabbed fist, his eyes just coldly watching Wu Yuan. His entire fist surface showed a faint silver color, and there was a white dot on the peak of his fist. The white dot and the silver color on the fist surface were disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a moment, the peak of Li Yan's fist had returned to normal.
"You... you... who on earth are you? You are not a human cultivator. Human cultivators do not have such a physical body. What is your true form?"
In the distance, the black light was gathering and scattering, from time to time revealing Wu Yuan's resentful face, sometimes appearing, sometimes blurring. His eyes were already full of fear, which showed that the fear in his heart had reached its peak. Wu Yuan held the eyebrow-height staff in one hand, turning it over and propping up his other arm with the back of his hand. That arm was bent at several strange angles, and there was still a very short stub of a blood-stained mottled bone at the elbow, which was nauseating to look at, like a snake's head that refused to die. This was the "White-Bone Mottled Armor," the powerful technique he had been diligently cultivating since he stepped into the Demonic Soldier realm, a technique that could allow him to look down on his peers. It was completely destroyed by the other party's single punch, as fragile as a piece of rotten wood.
At this time, Li Yan, standing at the other end, was also shrouded in black gas. There were still twenty or thirty "Dark Demonic Eagle" essence souls constantly attacking him, but Li Yan seemed to be unaware. This made Wu Yuan, in the distance, even more terrified. At the same time, what made him have an unknown fear was that those "Dark Demonic Eagle" essence souls, which had always been as sharp as lightning, not only could not harm Li Yan's body in the slightest, but many of them had already fallen down as if they were poisoned. The other "Dark Demonic Eagles" still in the air had also slowed down.
At this time, Wu Yuan was extremely afraid, and a wave of confusion rose in his heart. "This... is a poison against essence souls?" A deadly poison similar to those that dealt with souls and divine senses was extremely rare in this world. It was not something one could encounter casually. How did he run into it today?
Looking at the constantly falling "Dark Demonic Eagles" that were letting out mournful cries, Wu Yuan shuddered. He wanted to recall them, but at this time, there were only a few "Dark Demonic Eagles" left around Li Yan, and they were all moving slowly. It seemed they wouldn't live even if recalled.
At this moment, Wu Yuan wanted to turn around and flee, but he felt his body trembling violently. This mysterious cultivator still had the aura of the Foundation Establishment stage, but just now, the other party had shattered the bone spur formed by his "White-Bone Mottled Armor" with a single punch.
"You... what is your true form?" Wu Yuan suddenly shouted, as if only in this way could he drive away the winter in his heart.
Wu Yuan simply couldn't believe that this was something a human cultivator could do. Since he came from the South Sea, all the human cultivators he had encountered, he didn't even need to use the "White-Bone Mottled Armor." Just relying on his own physical body, he could crush the other party. No matter how sharp the other party's magical treasure seemed, with just one punch or one kick, in most cases, he could make the other party explode into a cloud of blood mist. But Li Yan opposite him just looked at him coldly without saying a word. This made Wu Yuan even more uneasy. He didn't know what the other party would do next.
Li Yan looked at the desperate attacks of the few remaining "Dark Demonic Eagle" essence souls outside his body and remained unmoved. He turned a deaf ear to Wu Yuan's words. The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared again, leaving only an afterimage in its original place.
Wu Yuan's pupils shrank abruptly. He hadn't expected this cultivator to be so decisive in killing. The black gas on his body instantly rose to a peak. At the same time, he gritted his teeth and released all the remaining fifty or sixty "Dark Demonic Eagle" essence souls from the eyebrow-height staff in his hand. At the same time, the Demon Cabinet had already appeared under his feet, pulling him back abruptly.
The moment the Demon Cabinet moved, Wu Yuan was overjoyed in his heart, but the next moment he felt something was wrong. The scenery in his field of vision was as before, and did not retreat rapidly as it used to. And the next moment, he felt his neck tighten, as if it was firmly locked by an iron hook. The demonic qi in his body could not be mobilized in an instant.
In his alarm, Wu Yuan desperately activated the origin power in his Demonic Core. But to Wu Yuan's ashen-faced despair, the Demonic Origin Power he had always been proud of was like stagnant water, not moving at all in the Demonic Core.
Li Yan stood on the Demon Cabinet, his clothes fluttering. His figure, compared to Wu Yuan's, still seemed so thin and weak. But if anyone saw this scene at this moment, they would definitely find it absurd and bizarre. Li Yan's hand was clamped on Wu Yuan's thick, rock-like neck, as if holding up a piece of the sky. He lifted Wu Yuan's huge body obliquely as if it were nothing, and his pair of cold eyes met Wu Yuan's terrified round eyes, four eyes facing each other.