Ao Ying stared at Lin Changqing before her in shock.
He was only a Mystic Immortal, yet he could stand against a Golden Immortal—and a mid-stage Golden Immortal at that!
That pillar of blood-red light soaring into the sky had chilled even her to the bone. There was no way she could face it head-on!
And yet, a being like that was merely a member of the human race.
Could this be real?
If someone had told her this at any other time, she would never have believed it. But now the truth was right before her eyes.
As Ao Ying looked at Lin Changqing, a trace of hope rose in her heart.
Perhaps the deadly predicament she faced today could be changed by this human being she had once looked down on.
He was her hope!
The Golden Condor, already consumed by fury, now held nothing back. It unleashed every divine ability it had. Its talons ripped through the sky, leaving crack after crack as they streaked toward Lin Changqing.
But the spear was like blood, its runes brimming with the aura of the Killing Dao. Blood-red baleful energy surged into the Nine Heavens, sweeping across all before it!
"Die!!"
Lin Changqing's expression was indifferent as he gave a cold snort.
This Spear of Divine Demons was a divine ability he had awakened only because the Divine Demon Image had devoured the Soul Devouring Needle.
He had a feeling that if he had awakened this divine ability through the usual process, he would have had to wait until he reached the Golden Immortal realm, when the three thousand six hundred phantom Divine Demons had fully taken shape.
A technique like this drained half the blood and energy from his entire body with a single strike.
And that was equivalent to the combined power of eighteen hundred late-stage Mystic Immortals!
One could imagine how terrifying a single strike would be when it drew on such an immense, sea-like power!
With the spear in hand, Lin Changqing was now barely a hundred zhang from the Golden Condor. Its razor-sharp talons stabbed toward him from every direction, as if they would tear him apart.
At such close range, any ordinary being below the Mystic Immortal realm would likely have been ripped to pieces already. Even Lin Changqing's blood-red armor creaked all over, as if it might shatter at any moment.
A mid-stage Golden Immortal was far beyond a preliminary-stage one!
But Lin Changqing was not the slightest bit afraid. A flash of red flickered in his eyes, and killing intent surged.
His furious shout shook the skies.
In an instant, he raised the spear high and thrust it forward with all his strength.
A streak of light shot forward like a rainbow, arriving in the blink of an eye.
The two of them were only a hundred zhang apart. The moment Lin Changqing thrust the spear, it was already before the Golden Condor.
The spear entered its sight, but before the Golden Condor could react, a searing pain tore through its entire body.
"What?!"
The Golden Condor looked at its talons. The countless layers of astral wind enveloping them had already shattered into fragments.
Its talons were harder than metal and could easily tear through the scales on Ao Ying's body. Yet now, they had been pierced in an instant.
Blood-red light blazed like a rainbow as killing intent spread like poisonous fog, rapidly devouring everything on the Golden Condor's talons.
Its blood and energy were being drained away. The demon race's pride and joy—its incomparably tough true form—was rapidly falling apart.
"Impossible!!"
"Damn it! Human, what are you? No, you're not human! What kind of demonic cultivator are you?!"
"Damn it!!"
Shouts of rage and disbelief, mixed with shock, poured from the Golden Condor's beak.
It stared at its talons, shaking its head again and again.
Its talons were among the hardest parts of its body.
Only its beak was harder. But now, a spear had pierced its talons, and they were slowly crumbling to pieces right before its eyes. How could it believe this?
And yet, it was all happening right before it.
The Golden Condor could feel its power, blood, and energy crumbling and being drained away, turning to ash.
Meanwhile, the blood-red light continued to slice through its flesh, drawing out its blood and energy in wisps and shredding them into fragments!
It had fought Ao Ying for so long without suffering such an injury. Now it had been wounded so badly!
"Damn human! I'll tear you to pieces!!"
Furious and terrified, the Golden Condor glared at Lin Changqing, its eyes nearly bulging from their sockets. Its beating wings stirred up endless astral winds that tore toward him.
But the endless winds only made Lin Changqing's blood-red armor ring out. They accomplished nothing.
They could not even break through his defenses.
As for the Golden Condor's talons, they had ceased to pose any threat the moment the blood-red spear pierced them.
The talons had lost their former might. Now pierced through and dimmed, they looked like a damaged, decaying spiritual treasure.
Seeing that its astral winds had no effect, the Golden Condor took flight once more.
Enduring the agony of its pierced talons, it spread its wings and beat them, pulling the spear free.
"Human insect, you've angered me! No matter what strange tricks you have, I'll grind your bones to dust today!!"
With a furious cry, the Golden Condor soared into the Nine Heavens. Its beak gleamed with a golden light that seemed to devour all, revealing an edge sharp enough to tear apart heaven and earth.
Its talons and wings were nothing more than ordinary attacks. Its beak was its true killing move!
A vicious glint flashed in the Golden Condor's eyes as it looked at Lin Changqing, its killing intent surging.
Lin Changqing's expression turned grave. A Mystic Immortal fighting a Golden Immortal—how could it be easy?
His Spear of Divine Demons was a powerful move, but it might not be enough to kill a mid-stage Golden Immortal great demon.
No matter how powerful the technique, Lin Changqing's cultivation was still too low.
Looking at the eerie glow on the Golden Condor's beak, Lin Changqing's expression grew serious. He beckoned, and the spear tore through the sky, returning to his hand.
He had been just a little short. If the Spear of Divine Demons had pierced the Golden Condor's chest, he could have made the divine ability explode from within.
Then the Golden Condor wouldn't have had enough lives to survive it, even if it had ten.
What a pity. The Golden Condor had broken free first. If he had detonated the spear then, he would have done no more than blow apart one talon.
Feeling the power remaining in his spear—about eighty percent—Lin Changqing knew it was enough to kill the Golden Condor!
"Little chick, I wasn't done yet, and you ran away."
"A dignified mid-stage Golden Immortal, how impressive! Hahahaha! The demon race truly has a remarkable bearing!"
With the spear in his hand, Lin Changqing's imposing aura soared into the clouds. He stood like a tyrant lifting a cauldron, looking down on the world!
His blood-red scales swayed slightly. His youthful face looked a little wild, and Ao Ying, watching from the mountain behind him, was momentarily entranced.
Lin Changqing looked at the Golden Condor with utter arrogance. He was clearly only a Mystic Immortal, facing a mid-stage Golden Immortal great demon, yet he seemed unconcerned—as if he were the mid-stage Golden Immortal and the Golden Condor were nothing but a Mystic Immortal insect.
Beneath that arrogant bearing lay eyes cold to the extreme, fixed firmly on the Golden Condor.
A mid-stage Golden Immortal had walked the Primordial World for countless years. Lin Changqing refused to believe it had no hidden trump cards.
Even he had a few of his own despite only recently venturing into the Primordial World. There was no way beings like this had none.
His plan was to provoke the Golden Condor. All living beings were easiest to deal with when they lost their reason.
"Heh heh heh! Hahahaha! A Mystic Immortal insect dares to spout such nonsense?"
"I'd like to see what tricks you have!"
"Die!!"
The Golden Condor looked at Lin Changqing, and the sharpness in its eyes flared in an instant. Geng Metal power erupted at once. Astral winds and Geng Metal Qi mingled around its body, boosting its aura by a full fifty percent!
The remaining Killing Dao aura on its talons was instantly stripped away. The Golden Condor, previously only five hundred zhang tall, suddenly swelled to twelve hundred zhang.
The Golden Condor had been holding back from the start!
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