After losing the support of his demonic qi, the eyebrow-height staff in Wu Yuan's hand had returned to its original size, hanging limply. Because his neck was being choked, Wu Yuan's eyes were already filled with red streaks, and his body could only twitch continuously, but he was powerless to resist.
Wu Yuan wanted to say something, even curse a few words, but before he could try to squeeze out a sound, a faint silver light suddenly appeared on Li Yan's palm again. A crisp sound of bone breaking was heard. After a "crack," Wu Yuan's large head tilted limply to one side.
If this were seen by other demon cultivators, they would definitely not be able to believe what they were seeing. Even if a Golden Core cultivator from the Desolate Moon Continent encountered a Foundation Establishment stage demon cultivator, it would be no problem to easily kill them with a magical treasure. But to think of breaking the neck of a demon cultivator who had cultivated their physical body since childhood with bare hands was also a very difficult matter. How could it be as easy as it was for Li Yan? And just now, Li Yan had only lightly clenched his palm, and Wu Yuan's neck had snapped like a dry tree branch in the wind, like rotten wood.
Wu Yuan's round eyes were still wide open. Until his death, he could not believe that he would die here in this way.
At the same time, Li Yan's other hand slapped fiercely on Wu Yuan's lower abdomen. The next moment, a bean-sized gray thing was shaken out of his body. It was Wu Yuan's Demonic Core. This Demonic Core was much smaller than the one from the young woman of Griefspirit Manor, and its color was only gray, not deep black like the young woman's from Griefspirit Manor.
The moment the gray Demonic Core flew out, it was caught by Li Yan and then put into the Earthen Patch. A ball of flame suddenly rose from the hand grabbing Wu Yuan's neck. In an instant, Wu Yuan turned into a ball of fire and was casually thrown to the ground by Li Yan.
Before this, Li Yan had already collected the storage pouch on Wu Yuan's body, as well as the eyebrow-height staff and the Demon Cabinet. Although he couldn't control the demon magical treasures, they might have other uses in the future, so he naturally couldn't waste them.
Li Yan swept his divine sense around and then flew swiftly towards a pile of rubble on the mountain peak. When Li Yan flew above the pile of rubble, he saw a deep, large pit below. And at this time, only a pool of blood was left in the pit. Ge Feng's body had long since disappeared. Li Yan looked at it, and there wasn't even a storage pouch in the deep pit.
Li Yan touched his forehead and couldn't help but shake his head gently. Then he shot up into the sky. Until this moment, Wu Yuan's body on the other side was still burning. Although it was only a small flame left, this was enough to prove the formidability of the demon race's physical body. A flame summoned by a cultivator, burning a defenseless body, couldn't even do it in a short moment. Although the flame Li Yan had used just now couldn't be as domineering as an alchemical flame, if it hit the defenseless body of a human cultivator who had lost their ability to protect themselves, it would probably make that person disappear from this world cleanly in an instant.
Flying in the air, Li Yan recalled the battle just now and couldn't help but show a knowing smile. This was the first time he had truly fought someone relying on his physical body after absorbing the essence blood of the "Undead Nether Phoenix."
Li Yan had already set his plan from the very beginning. He wanted to lure away the most troublesome people in this squad and fight a quick battle. It was just that he had no way to lure Wang Changkun away as well, and Li Yan was not arrogant enough to disrespect all Foundation Establishment cultivators. Two demon cultivators were also the number in his plan.
When he was attacked by Ge Feng and Wu Yuan together, he had already secretly laid the Fragmented Poison on his sword. This poison was called "Heart Corrosion," and it was one of the same kind of Fragmented Poison that Li Yan had first experimented with on the platform behind Little Bamboo Peak. The "Heart Corrosion" back then could only leave a deeper, bright and eye-catching red scar on a rock. But with Li Yan's current greatly increased power, the power of this poison had also increased at a terrifying speed, several times over.
As Li Yan's own physical body continued to grow stronger, the poison in his body was also constantly strengthening to adapt to the stronger body. The biggest drawback of "Heart Corrosion" was that it needed to come into direct contact with the opponent's body and could not be spread through spirit power. And this time, the demon's attack was precisely a close-quarters attack. For Li Yan, this was simply a gift delivered to his door.
The current Fragmented Poison in Li Yan's body, after his continuous attempts, was almost at his beck and call. And he could even fuse two, or even multiple, deadly poisons together according to his own will to form new deadly poisons. When he wanted a certain effect, he could freely retrieve and fuse them.
When Ge Feng's right foot stepped on the sword in Li Yan's hand, this poison was completely activated. And the sharp pain that came from his leg was the symptom of the poison gas quickly seeping into his body. Even without Wu Yuan's sneak attack later, once this poison entered the flesh and blood, the demonic qi in Ge Feng's body would not have much of a blocking effect.
Li Yan himself didn't know that the poison in his body had even reached the point where it could kill a Golden Core cultivator. Once the other party's Purple Mansion was invaded by the Fragmented Poison, even the most important Golden Core would also be tainted, eventually leading to the cultivator's death on the spot.
This battle gave Li Yan a clearer understanding of his own cultivation. This was the first time he had used "Phoenix Soars to the Heavens" against an enemy. Wu Yuan couldn't even catch a trace of him. Even when Li Yan was already behind him, Wu Yuan's divine sense was still searching around in the original place. When Wu Yuan's divine sense swept behind him, Li Yan could even calmly disappear again before his divine sense arrived. Or cast "Stealthy Night Art," and Wu Yuan would still be unable to find Li Yan's location.
Wu Yuan was also very strong. Li Yan felt that if Hu Xiaowang and Yan Feijun faced Wu Yuan alone, it would be difficult for them to last for the time it takes an incense stick to burn. Probably only Bai Rou's three puppets could still fight with him. When Wu Yuan elbowed Li Yan, Li Yan could clearly feel the sharpness of the bone spur formed by the "White-Bone Mottled Armor." Of course, Li Yan didn't know the name of Wu Yuan's demonic art. If it were before he had devoured the "Undead Nether Phoenix" essence blood, although Li Yan could have blocked it with his fist, the result would probably have been mutual destruction, and Li Yan would have been more seriously injured. The bone spur formed by the "White-Bone Mottled Armor" might only have shown cracks, while Li Yan's fist would have been in danger of being pierced. If he couldn't continue to stop the remaining power of the bone spur, Li Yan's body would be blasted into a cloud of blood foam.
But today, the moment Li Yan clenched his fist, a desire arose in his heart to shatter all of the opponent's attacks with one punch. The result did not disappoint Li Yan. Wu Yuan was no match for him at all. But the formidability of the "White-Bone Mottled Armor" also shocked Li Yan. His body had absorbed the essence blood of the "Undead Nether Phoenix." In this world, there were probably very few people who had such a great fortune. At the same time, his Qiongqi Purgatory Art had also reached the initial stage of the second layer. The bone spur formed by the "White-Bone Mottled Armor" still left a not-so-small white dot on his fist and made his fist bone feel a stinging pain.
However, although the process was somewhat unexpected for Li Yan, it was more of a pleasant surprise. The entire battle did not exceed five breaths. From this, one could see that the "Undead Nether Phoenix" was worthy of being the king of speed and physical body. Even if Li Yan did not use the Fragmented Poison Body and immortal arts in the future, he could easily kill cultivators of the same rank, and the top-tier cultivators of the same rank at that.
Li Yan's current cultivation in body cultivation at the Foundation Establishment stage had already reached its peak. And even with the strength of an initial-stage Golden Core physical body, Li Yan felt that under the tempering of the "Undead Nether Phoenix," he could still win. If he encountered the former Ancestor Redfire, as long as Li Yan got close, he was seventy percent sure he could make the other party perish. At the same time, even if Ancestor Redfire used immortal arts from a distance, it might not be worry-free. Li Yan was now very much like a demon cultivator. They possessed short-distance burst speed, as well as perverted defensive capabilities. When a human cultivator fought against them, as long as they couldn't kill them in the first instance, the next thing would likely be the beginning of their own nightmare.
Flying in the air, Li Yan only thought about the battle just now for a moment before he collected his thoughts and quickly cast his divine sense into the distance.
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Wang Changkun led five people carefully through the forest. Although Wang Changkun had seen the cultivation of the five opponents with his divine sense during the pursuit just now, he was still very careful. He was very conceited about his own cultivation. He had fought against cultivators from both the South Sea and the Desolate Moon Continent. For cultivators of the same Pseudo-Core realm, the cultivators from the South Sea were about thirty percent weaker than him. In Wang Changkun's eyes, whether it was the cultivation methods or immortal arts cultivated by the cultivators of the Desolate Moon Continent, they all seemed like fragmented versions, or their cultivation methods were originally of a low grade. A simple "Fireball Art," the range that Wang Changkun could cast was at least three to four times that of the other party, and the power was of course also several times greater. So before, Wang Changkun had tried to fight several cultivators of the same rank at the same time and was only slightly at a disadvantage.
However, among their four or five hundred foreign cultivators, apart from the Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators, there were still many Qi Condensation stage cultivators and those who had just reached Foundation Establishment. So a part of the foreign cultivators' combat power was still very weak. But the Four Great Sects they were now facing, the cultivators they sent out had no Qi Condensation cultivators at all. All of them were Foundation Establishment cultivators, and their numbers were far greater than Wang Changkun's side. It often happened on the battlefield that a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Four Great Sects would deal with an initial-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator from their side. Even if their own cultivation methods were far superior to the other party's, the power they brought was also limited. Wang Changkun had recently heard that the number of fallen cultivators on their side, plus the losses from the last probing attack, was as high as seventy or eighty. They only had a little over four hundred people to begin with, and they couldn't afford such consumption.
Although these low-level cultivators like Wang Changkun didn't say it, they still couldn't understand the actions of the three ancestors. Their people had wandered with the ancestors in the turbulent flows of space for generations. Although they had still managed to reproduce, in the end, only nearly five hundred people had survived. Why were the three ancestors still consuming their lives like this? But dissatisfaction was dissatisfaction. Out of generations of awe for the ancestors, the ancestors' words were divine edicts, inviolable decrees.
Wang Changkun would often, intermittently, have his thoughts drift back to the huge meteorite in an instant, and bits and pieces of memories from there would flood his mind. It was said that the huge meteorite where they had lived and reproduced for generations was a great protective formation that the master of the three ancestors had set up with all his effort, using a divine ability that could change the heavens and the earth. Only in this way could they be preserved in the harsh living environment of the turbulent flows of space, giving them a place to entrust their lives. But no matter how good the great formation was, it still needed spirit stones to be driven, and it would also be damaged at times. Fortunately, there were the three ancestors who constantly used their own spirit power to maintain and repair the operation of the great formation, which allowed them to live on precariously. It was just that even if the three ancestors had heavenly magic power, the meteorite they relied on for survival was still being cut and hit by astral winds and meteorite fragments year after year, slowly getting smaller. The edge of the formation was constantly being damaged. The three ancestors were already doing their best to take care of the entire huge meteorite, and they had no time to worry about those small damages. And the astral winds and small meteorites that blew in there were nothing in the eyes of those with great divine abilities like the ancestors. But it was these small astral winds and small meteorites that caused fatal damage to cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage, giving Wang Changkun frequent nightmares and planting an indelible fear of the turbulent flows of space in his young mind.