War Between Immortals and Demons V

The dark teal treasure bottle tipped downward, pouring out sheets upon sheets of pitch-black demonic water that extinguished the vast swathes of Qianyang True Fire Zhou Yang had unleashed.

The gray-black demonic banner fluttered and swayed in midair, releasing great quantities of gray-black demonic mist that transformed into all manner of Demonic Beasts and lunged at the cultivators.

That demonic mist was strange and powerful, possessing an extremely potent ability to corrode and assimilate. It could even assimilate cultivators' spells and divine abilities into its own power. Only powers of an utmost-yang nature were immune to this assimilation and could disperse and purify it.

True Person Qingyang took on that responsibility.

He had already put away the Xuan Yang Lightning Summoning Sword and focused solely on wielding the Great Sun Golden Wheel, releasing a skyful of blazing sunlight to resist the corrosion of the demonic mist.

Yet he could only help the others deal with the slow-moving gray-black demonic mist. Against the elusive black demonic spear and the bizarre, swift ghost-head saber's sneak attacks, there was nothing he could do.

Fortunately, aside from him, Zhou Yang and the other two were all stronger than him in terms of personal strength alone. They also placed great importance on their own protection, each guarded by defensive artifacts of no low grade.

Yet despite facing one enemy with four people, they had been beaten by the fiend Heavenly Corpse Venerable until they scarcely dared show their faces. This situation left all four Nascent Soul Realm cultivators looking exceedingly grim.

Zhou Yang especially so.

He stared darkly at that dark teal demonic bottle, his eyes filled with shock and uncertainty.

Had the black demonic water poured from this object not been capable of extinguishing Qianyang True Fire, he would never have found himself in