"Ah, stop! This old man admits defeat!" Facing the flashing multicolored radiance and the streaks of sword light, each several zhang long and astonishingly powerful, that shot toward him, Elder Helian—whose internal magical power had already been exhausted—was terrified to the extreme. Not to mention blocking the dozen or so sword lights rushing straight at him; even mobilizing the magical power in his body to dodge aside had already become impossible.
Although his demonic transformation technique was astonishingly powerful, instantly raising his cultivation to the early Ghost Lord stage, the two accompanying secret techniques were likewise tremendously formidable.
However, this sort of powerful demonic technique that forcefully raised one's cultivation also left no small amount of trouble for the cultivator's body.
For one thing, this demonic technique could only last for less than half an hour. For another, once the secret technique was withdrawn, the caster would immediately fall into a state of weakness. Without secluded recuperation, it would be extremely difficult for him to display even half his usual strength.
Seeing that his opponent was so powerful, and that his second brother had fallen right before his eyes, Elder Helian had disregarded everything and forcibly used the demonic transformation technique, hoping to wipe out his enemy in an instant. He had never imagined that his opponent would possess a peak Ghost Commander puppet—and three of them at that.
He also had the assistance of two highly venomous demonic beasts whose poison was even more potent than the demonic mist. At first sight, Elder Helian had already been greatly frightened.
Now, seeing his magical power exhausted and his transformed body dispersing on its own, Elder Helian had no time to care about his dignity. He immediately shouted again and again,
"Ah, stop quickly..." Just as Elder Helian's cry rang out,