Immunity to All Magic Shows Its Might, Ferocious Beast Becomes Cute Pet

A dead end, a broken wooden door, darkness enveloped, the smell of blood permeated. Four or five ferocious demon cultivators, their forms incomplete and fangs bared, surrounded Li Wuyang and his companions, their green eyes flashing with greed and hunger.

The wolf demon leading them had reached the Spirit Refinement and Void Return stage, its aura ferocious, far beyond that of Li Wuyang, a rookie who had just reached the peak of Qi Refining to Spirit Transformation. He licked his sharp claws and approached with a sinister grin, "Kid, scared silly? Hand over what you have obediently, and you might suffer a little less!"

Huaihuai whined anxiously, Little Fire, despite its injuries, forced its flames to rise again, letting out a threatening growl. Yingying, terrified, hid behind Li Wuyang's collar, trembling.

Li Wuyang's heart pounded, cold sweat instantly soaking his back. This was the first time he had truly faced a life-or-death situation. The opponent's strength was crushing, and they were clearly seasoned robbers who killed for profit, unlike the Witch Clan or Demon Race cultivators he had encountered before, who at least followed some "rules."

Run? The entrance was blocked. Fight? The disparity in strength was too great. Shout for help? Screaming at the top of his lungs in this desolate place would likely be useless.

In his despair, the Great Dao Imprint in his sea of consciousness seemed to sense the extreme danger his host was facing and began to circulate on its own again, emitting a subtle yet supreme Primordial Dao Rhyme.

At the same time, the Sky-Opening Axe (replica) in his hand, which he had always considered "junk," seemed to be activated by this Dao Rhyme. A wisp of chaotic colored light on the axe blade flashed and disappeared again.

Li Wuyang had a flash of inspiration. Steel-ing his resolve, he poured all the Innate True Qi he had recently refined, without reservation, into the axe. At the same time, he guided the wisp of Dao Rhyme emanating from the Great Dao Imprint onto it!

Gripping the axe handle tightly with both hands, he faced the charging wolf demon. He no longer retreated but stepped forward, using all his strength, and swung the axe fiercely into the empty space in front of him!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling display of magical light.

Only a faint, almost invisible ripple of chaotic color, like ripples on water, spread out from the axe blade, gentle yet unstoppable.

The ripple passed over the charging wolf demon.

The sinister grin on the wolf demon's face froze instantly, replaced by extreme fear and confusion! He felt his demonic power, cultivated for hundreds of years, dissolve and dissipate silently like ice and snow under the scorching sun the moment the ripple passed. Even more terrifying was that his powerful demonic body seemed to have lost all support, becoming weak and limp!

"No... Impossible! My cultivation... my power..." The wolf demon fearfully realized he couldn't even stand. He collapsed to the ground with a thud, becoming a weakling.

The ripple continued to spread.

The smaller demons behind were even worse off. Before they could even let out a scream, they collapsed to the ground, revealing parts of their original forms, turning into trembling, whimpering jackals and wild dogs.

The fierce demonic aura instantly dissipated. In the dark courtyard, only a few "cute pets" remained, whimpering in fear.

Li Wuyang maintained his axe-swinging posture, gasping for breath, his True Qi depleted, a wave of weakness washing over him. He looked at the scene before him in disbelief.

It was... resolved?

This axe, combined with the Great Dao Rhyme, was too overpowered, wasn't it? It directly crippled their cultivation and forced them back to their original forms?

He walked over and kicked the wolf demon (now a lame old wolf) lying on the ground. The old wolf's eyes were vacant, filled only with fear, lacking even the strength to bare its teeth.

"With just this little skill, you dare to run a black shop?" Li Wuyang sneered contemptuously, but his heart was filled with lingering fear. Fortunately, he had a trump card; otherwise, he would have been finished today.

He looked at the dilapidated courtyard. In the corner, there were indeed piles of white bones and broken weapons, clearly the belongings of previous victims.

"Bad luck!" Li Wuyang didn't want to linger. He searched the demons, finding a few dozen low-grade spirit stones and some worthless trinkets. Then, he kicked open the broken wooden door and quickly left the dangerous place with Huaihuai and the others.

Returning to the bustling market street under the sunlight, Li Wuyang felt like he had been reborn. After this lesson, he had a deeper understanding of the dangers of the Primordial World and a new appreciation for his "Immunity to All Magic" (activated version) and the power of the axe.

"It seems I can't just rely on bluffing; my own strength and the proper use of my trump cards are the real keys," he warned himself inwardly.