Ice God Descends
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
Demonic energy and mist continuously gathered, quickly coalescing into a Magic Mist Demon King roughly two hundred feet tall. Judging by the aura it emitted, its strength was likely comparable to the third level of the Core Transformation Realm.
It hovered within the forest like a towering mountain, blocking Li Qingyang and the others' path.
"This is troublesome."
He Wudi's expression gradually turned grave.
Under normal circumstances, the few of them would not necessarily fear this type of demonic beast. After all, if they could not win, they could run. But they were now trapped in a Forbidden Land that restricted flight, with demonic energy constantly wreaking havoc. If they got pinned down, they would be done for!
"Go around it!"
Li Qingyang said in a low voice.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Everyone hurriedly rushed to one side. Even Ye Xingchen, usually so eager for battle, had become exceptionally calm and did not blindly seek out the Demon King for a bout.
"Woooo!"
At that moment, the Magic Mist Demon King's fog-like body suddenly split into streams of light that pounced upon the five of them like ghosts, accompanied by eerie shrieks that made their hair stand on end.
"Be careful!"
He Wudi hurriedly said, "It's a soul attack!"
As he spoke, he pressed his hands together. Powerful soul force erupted forth, transforming into sharp blades that stabbed forward and successively destroyed several ghostly forms.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Li Qingyang and the others also used similar methods to break apart the incoming streams of light.
A clash at the soul level could not be seen with the naked eye, so all they could hear were dull impacts. There was none of the visual spectacle that accompanied physical combat.
"Damn it!"
Ye Xingchen's expression twisted slightly as he