Fierce Battle Against a Sixth-Rank Demon

The next moment.

Zhu Huan's neck stretched wildly, like rubber.

It instantly extended over five meters, wrapping around Wei Qing's body and pulling hard!

Wei Qing's entire body was lifted into the air, bound and dragged before Zhu Huan. A scarlet tongue lightly swept across his lips.

"Heh heh, Lord Wei, I've got you!"

"Is that so?"

A beam of azure light shot from Wei Qing's eyes, directly piercing Zhu Huan's brow.

"Ah..."

Zhu Huan screamed. His long neck rapidly retracted and healed. Intense pain exploded in his mind, like thousands of silver needles piercing his head simultaneously. He clutched his head and rolled on the ground in agony.

Just as Wei Qing was preparing to deliver the final blow, a furious roar filled with immense killing intent sounded from behind him.

"Brat, you killed my son."

A chilling demonic aura washed over him, causing every hair on his body to stand on end. Without a moment's hesitation, he forcefully pushed off the ground and retreated rapidly.

However.

The Four-tailed Spirit Stream Demonic Cat was faster. Its four tails swept out like steel whips, the air cracking with their passage.

"Bang!"

Wei Qing hastily blocked with his saber. The Soul Severing Blade clashed with the cat's tail.

A terrifying force traveled along the blade, cracking his tiger's mouth. He was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing through four walls before he could barely stop himself.

"Pfft!"

Wei Qing spat out a mouthful of blood. His face instantly turned pale, and the hand holding the saber trembled slightly, blood dripping from the hilt.

A sharp, stabbing pain shot through his left chest—at least two ribs were broken.

With every breath, his lungs burned like fire.

"The gap is larger than I anticipated..."

He had thought that at his full strength, stalemating a sixth-rank early-stage demonic beast wouldn't be a problem.

But reality had slapped him hard.

The speed, strength, and depth of demonic power of a sixth-rank demonic beast far exceeded his estimations.

In just one exchange, he was already spitting blood and had broken ribs.

If this continued, Longdong Village might become his burial ground.

"I can't fight head-on..."

Wei Qing quickly took out the Black Jade Dew from his embrace and poured it onto the blade of the Soul Severing Blade.

Black Jade Dew was a secret medicine of the Heavenly Realm Division, specifically used to suppress the demonic power of demons.

The higher the rank of the demon, the less effect it had.

Although its effect on a sixth-rank demon was limited, even weakening it by ten percent could change the tide of battle.

Seeing the human youth before him withstand his attack without dying, the Four-tailed Spirit Stream Demonic Cat's killing intent intensified.

Its figure suddenly blurred.

The next second, it appeared before Wei Qing, its claws aimed directly at his face.

Wei Qing twisted his waist, and the Soul Severing Blade drew a sharp arc through the air.

When the blade touched the cat demon's back, it was as if it struck wrought iron, sending sparks flying.

Amidst the metallic clang, the cat demon's four giant tails descended like silver javelins from the sky.

Wei Qing's pupils constricted. His internal energy surged, and his body turned into an afterimage as he dodged left and right.

Boom, boom, boom...

Three giant tails plunged into the ground. The bluestone-paved surface instantly shattered, sending gravel flying.

Wei Qing's movement faltered. His left shoulder was pierced by the cat demon's fourth tail.

"Cough..."

Wei Qing coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body staggering. Yet, a cold smile curled on his lips.

"Stinking brat, pay for my child..."

The Four-tailed Spirit Stream Demonic Cat's pupils turned cold, and its voice suddenly stopped.

It discovered that its tail, which had pierced Wei Qing's shoulder, was clamped as if by steel pincers and could not be withdrawn.

The smile on the human youth's face gave it a sense of unease.

The moment his shoulder was pierced, Wei Qing's shoulder muscles suddenly tightened, firmly biting onto the demon cat's tail.

His internal energy circulated wildly.

"Ultimate Skill - Lotus Flower!"

Centered on Wei Qing, a blood-red lotus flower bloomed explosively beneath his feet.

Its nine petals were blades of pure, condensed energy. The surrounding spiritual energy was drawn in like a vortex, forming a three-zhang tall, blood-red phantom in mid-air.

The phantom's movements mirrored Wei Qing's as he swung his blade down.

The Four-tailed Spirit Stream Demonic Cat's vertical pupils shrunk to pinpricks. It finally understood the source of the unease it had felt.

This human youth had used his own severe injuries as bait!

His goal was to trap it.

Setting the stage for his subsequent attack.

"No—"

Feeling the terrifying destructive power contained within the crimson blade energy, its demonic power surged wildly, erecting three layers of demonic barriers around its body.

However—

"Riiip!"

The first demonic barrier was torn apart like thin paper, the blade energy's momentum undiminished.

"Crack!"

The second barrier held for a moment before shattering.

"Hiss!"

The third barrier was pierced by the residual energy of the blade.

The demonic cat's tail, lodged in Wei Qing's shoulder, was also severed by a quarter, its demonic blood gushing out.

The remaining blade energy slammed fiercely into its body.

"Aooo..."

In agony, the Four-tailed Spirit Stream Demonic Cat's piercing scream echoed through the heavens.

Its gaze towards Wei Qing turned completely blood-red, filled with boundless killing intent.

"You actually... comprehended an Ultimate Skill!"

This was a supreme martial art that only Great Demons of Rank 3 or higher, or human Grandmasters of Rank 3, could master.

If this child is not eliminated, he will surely become a great threat to demons in the future!

Thinking this.

The Four-tailed Spirit Stream Demonic Cat's eyes flared with red light, and an extremely powerful mental force descended upon him.

The surrounding environment instantly changed.

A blood moon hung in the sky.

The Four-tailed Spirit Stream Demonic Cat squatted on a blood-red rock, while Wei Qing was bound to a cross by three arm-thick chains, completely unable to move.

He had attempted a mental assault, only to find that this mental space was completely unaffected.

"Heh heh, welcome to my world."

"Now, let's have some fun."

The cat demon's voice dripped with chilling coldness. It gently raised a forepaw and waved it lightly.

The blood-red sky twisted violently, and the blood-red ground turned into writhing flesh.

A blood thread shot out from the flesh, wrapping around Wei Qing's limbs and tightening like a living thing, bit by bit.

"Ch!"

Flesh was torn, and blood flowed along the thread, but it didn't drip down. Instead, it was greedily absorbed.

These writhing blood threads were like parasites.

They cut and absorbed simultaneously.

"Crack."

Bones creaked under the strain, as if they would snap at any second.

Wei Qing gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with defiance.

The cat demon squatted nearby, grinning sinisterly. "This is just the first one. For the next twelve hours,"

"You'll get to experience what it's like to wish you were dead!"

Saying this.

The second blood thread shot out... the third blood thread...

"Ugh..."

Pain surged like a tide. Even more terrifying was that he could clearly feel.

This was not an illusion!

The Four-tailed Spirit Stream Demonic Cat's illusion had long surpassed ordinary mental interference.

It acted upon the nerves and the five senses.

Here, pain was real...

Twelve hours later.

Wei Qing's face was as pale as paper, his consciousness scattered, his tattered robes completely stained red.

His fingers twitched slightly, his fingernails long gone, revealing the stark white bone beneath.