Amid the splashing water, Ye Zhen, who had been cleaving through the underground river in swift flight, suddenly shot from the water toward the bank.
Hexiao, who had pursued him through the water with great difficulty, suddenly roared, "Wretch, where do you think you're running now? Hand over that Acquired Spirit Treasure, and I'll spare your life!"
Perhaps it was because the pursuit through the water had been so arduous, or perhaps because he was desperate for the Acquired Spirit Treasure in Ye Zhen's hands.
It was even a relatively rare lightning-element Acquired Spirit Treasure. Hexiao could hardly wait to seize it for himself.
As long as he obtained this Acquired Spirit Treasure, in just a few years, his standing in the Heaven Temple would rise by a great deal. Becoming a Grand Spirit Master would be within reach.
Thus, the moment Hexiao saw Ye Zhen burst from the water, he transformed into lightning and pounced at Ye Zhen with incredible speed.
Caught off guard, countless streams of blood-colored demonic energy suddenly surged around Ye Zhen. That rolling demonic energy frantically elevated Ye Zhen's cultivation aura to the Spirit-Connecting Realm First Level.
Not only that, the figure wreathed in rolling blood-colored demonic energy instantly donned a complete set of devil-suppressing artifacts that radiated an incomparably sinister aura.
Especially that long saber—a high-grade devil-suppressing artifact. The instant it was grasped in hand, the blood-colored demonic energy around him swelled severalfold.
"Devil Race, a complete set of suppressing artifacts, high-grade devil-suppressing artifacts..." Hexiao muttered as though he were an idiot. Then, suddenly, he realized that at this moment, he truly did look like an idiot.
Whoosh!
Boundless sinister energy spread in all directions like ripples as the long saber in the hands of the Demon Marshal Ye Zhen had transformed into slashed