Foundation Establishment Battle

Wei Zhong did not reply, only staring solemnly at the blood-colored figure.

It was fully twice the height of a normal person, with slender limbs, and the central head barely recognizable as Candle Daoren's features.

Its body was devoid of skin, blood-red muscles exposed on the surface, emitting a nauseating bloody stench.

This was the monster formed by the combination of Candle Daoren and the Blood-colored Clone, its aura directly reaching the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment.

Wei Zhong's mind was tense, a faint stinging sensation between his eyebrows, as if a venomous snake was watching him, ready to bite him at the slightest lapse.

Just as Wei Zhong was pinching another small black ball, the stinging sensation between his eyebrows suddenly intensified, and Wei Zhong retreated without hesitation.

It turned out that the blood from the Spirit Rain earlier had been controlled by Candle Daoren with some kind of spell, turning into streaks of blood rushing towards him, the tips of the blood streaks splitting open, seemingly growing sharp teeth.

'No, the Soaring Cloud Art can't withstand so many attacks.'

Wei Zhong immediately activated the second-tier Magic Robe on his body, and golden runes instantly appeared on the azure robe. The runes were connected by golden threads, layered upon layer on the surface of the robe, instantly dyeing the azure robe golden.

To outsiders, it looked as if Wei Zhong was flashing with golden light, intercepting all the blood streaks, and then safely escaping from the blood web.

Wei Zhong had just escaped the danger and had not yet had time to rejoice when a tall figure arrived in front of him. It turned out that Candle Daoren had taken advantage of Wei Zhong's resistance to this move to use a Dunjia and come to Wei Zhong's side.

The tall body, more than a zhang in height, bent slightly, almost enveloping Wei Zhong, and smashed down at Wei Zhong from above with a huge Stone Shears in hand.

A wide and dark Magic Sword instantly appeared in Wei Zhong's hand, held horizontally above his head. The spiritual power throughout his body circulated wildly, causing a layer of light to emerge on the dark sword.

The two weapons collided,

Only a loud "boom" was heard.

Wei Zhong's ears rang, and he was forced to bend over by a huge force, his legs half-submerged in the rock.

The surrounding rocky ground instantly turned into rubble under the conduction of the huge force. This was Wei Zhong's unique water spiritual power technique for deflecting force.

Without this technique, Wei Zhong would probably have been seriously injured by this blow.

Just as Candle Daoren was about to activate the Magical Artifact to cut off Wei Zhong's Magic Sword, he suddenly felt a warning sign, and a ray of spiritual light shot straight at him.

It was the second black ball that Wei Zhong had thrown out. Although it was activated in a hurry, its power was still terrifying at such a close range.

'Close, too close.'

Candle Daoren watched as the spiritual light headed straight for his head, and could only slightly move the Stone Shears in his hand, trying to change the trajectory of the attack, while trying to tilt his head to avoid the damage.

But he still underestimated the power of the Flying Throwing Art. The black ball only grazed the Stone Shears, and the force transmitted from it almost made him unable to hold the weapon in his hand. His arms, along with the Stone Shears, were lifted upwards.

Although the trajectory of the black ball changed slightly after hitting the Stone Shears, it still shaved off half of Candle Daoren's head, and incidentally blasted off one of his raised arms from the middle.

Wei Zhong naturally would not let go of such a great opportunity. The giant sword in his hand had already changed from defense to offense, and he slashed forward horizontally, intending to cut off his head along with his two arms.

However, Candle Daoren, who had been severely hit, did not show any delay in his movements. He took the Stone Shears with one hand and jumped back, dodging Wei Zhong's slash, and then retreated several steps to distance himself from Wei Zhong.

Wei Zhong missed the slash, retracted his sword to defend, and those severed limbs and blood turned into streaks of blood again, smashing onto the Magic Sword.

While defending, Wei Zhong stared at Candle Daoren in the distance with a puzzled expression.

Even a Foundation Establishment Daoren should have died under this blow, but this monster transformed from Candle Daoren was still moving freely after losing half of its head.

Only to see a grim smile on the remaining half of Candle Daoren's mouth in the distance. The muscles and blood on his arm moved towards the end, and in the blink of an eye, a new arm was constructed. Even his head was gradually restored to its original state under the blood-colored wrapping.

Having been attacked by such powerful spells twice in a row, a desire to retreat had already sprouted in its heart, but a flash of red light in its eyes instantly sent violent emotions surging to the forefront.

'Kill, kill, kill, dismember this thief who ruined my Dharma body into eight pieces, extract his bones and marrow...'

Wei Zhong was completely unaware of this change in it, only narrowing his eyes in thought.

Such a fatal injury had disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the events unfolding had already deviated from his years of cultivation knowledge.

Wei Zhong understood that he could no longer treat the monster in front of him as an ordinary Foundation Establishment spiritual cultivator.

Most battles between ordinary spiritual cultivators involved Flying Sword Arts and ranged combat, avoiding close quarters if possible. None would charge in hacking like Candle Daoren.

Moreover, it possessed the magic power of a Foundation Establishment spiritual cultivator, and its physical strength seemed no weaker than a Foundation Establishment Body Cultivator, not to mention its bizarre healing methods.

Wei Zhong sighed, his first enemy after advancing to Foundation Establishment was a tough nut to crack.

Helpless, Wei Zhong had always been unwilling to fight the strong with weakness.

Years Dao Method,

Activate!

Once, mid-Foundation Establishment, surging spiritual power gushed out from Wei Zhong's body. The faint black spiritual power became even darker, and the sense of heaviness became more obvious.

But this was not enough; he was only barely on par with Candle Daoren's spiritual power, and it still surpassed him in physical strength.

Then, a second time, Years Dao Method.

Spiritual power several times heavier was produced again, and at this moment, the color of the spiritual power in Wei Zhong's body was almost pure black like ink.

Wei Zhong instantly went from early-Foundation Establishment to late-Foundation Establishment. Candle Daoren, seeing this change, regained a moment of rationality and wanted to escape from the cave.

But how could Wei Zhong give it this chance? With a gentle wave of his sleeve, the spiritual energy in the spiritual land was instantly mobilized by Wei Zhong.

Dark clouds formed at the top of the cave, and with a snap, it was not thunder, but the collision of Wei Zhong's fingertips.

As if pressing a start button, drops of ink-black rain fell, like bullets pouring down on Candle Daoren's head.

Candle Daoren was stopped in its tracks, urging the giant Stone Shears in its hand to protect its head. Under the effect of its spiritual power, the surface of the black Stone Shears seemed to flow with red-black magma.

The black raindrops fell like they were hitting a hot stone slab, making a sizzling sound.

But how could a pair of giant shears defend against all the rain falling from above? The raindrops that fell through the weak spots in the defense penetrated its body like sharp blades, leaving countless hideous wounds in the blink of an eye.

"Ha!"

Seeing that things were not good, Candle Daoren took out a red stone, crushed it into powder with its spiritual power, and sprinkled it on the Stone Shears.

As if adding a remarkable accelerant to a flame, the magma on the Stone Shears began to spread continuously, eventually turning the entire Stone Shears red, like a fiery branding iron, constructing a red halo from the inside out, like a handleless umbrella covering all the rain.

The high temperature it emitted was too much even for Candle Daoren's hands holding up the Stone Shears, emitting bursts of burnt smell.

Mixed with the bloody smell, it made people feel uncomfortable.

There's poison too?

Wei Zhong waved his sleeve, and a layer of ink-colored water dispelled all the incoming poisonous gas. At the same time, spiritual power rolled up the scattered black balls around him, intending to use Flying Throwing Art to end the battle.

Candle Daoren in the distance had just resisted the invasion of the Spirit Rain and had not yet escaped its range when it suddenly felt a warning sign. Looking down, it was that damned spell again.

With a roar, he didn't even bother with the Spirit Rain overhead, and lowered the raised red giant sword, holding it upright in front of him.