Seizing the Treasure

Yan Yifei's Heavenly Fire Bead could only release a few streams of Samadhi True Fire each time; there was no way it could hold back all the Bone Demons. The moment he charged toward that pack of Bone Demons, five Formed Bone Demons immediately moved to surround him.

Yan Yifei fired five streams of True Fire in succession to meet them, but this time the Bone Demons had learned their lesson. They no longer took the flames head-on, each darting aside instead. However, a Spirit Tool was not so easy to dodge. The five streams of True Fire had already locked on to them.

The five Bone Demons could only dodge left and right to evade the True Fire. At this moment, there were still seven Bone Demons surrounding Song and Yang. The two were already in a sorry state, their protective sword light barely able to shield them. Yet under the iron fists of the seven Bone Demons, that sword light was already on the verge of collapse, and the Innate True Qi in their bodies was nearly exhausted. They were shoveling pills into their mouths by the handful.

Suddenly, one Bone Demon leapt up and grabbed the cultivator surnamed Song in a bear hug. The sharp sword light of his Magic Tool hacked a string of sparks across the Bone Demon's body, but with a Magic Tool's power, it could not cut through the countless bone spikes on its body in a short time. Two more Bone Demons seized the opportunity, their eight fists striking with all their might and shattering the cultivator surnamed Song's Magic Tool. With several "pfft, pfft" sounds, his entire body was beaten into a pulp.

The three Bone Demons immediately divided up the cultivator surnamed Song and devoured him, swallowing him down bite by bite.

Seeing this, Yan Yifei knew in his heart that things were about ready. He sprayed a mouthful of blood essence onto the Heavenly Fire Bead, and the five streams of True Fire under its control instantly shuddered and swelled to a full double their size, their speed doubling as well. In a flash, they struck the five Bone Demons, and amid miserable screams, the five Bone Demons were burned into ash and charcoal.

Yan Yifei had deliberately waited until the cultivator surnamed Song died before unleashing the killing blow, all to prevent Zhang Wenhua from turning on him and killing him. Moreover, the two sides had been enemies to begin with, and his own side had been the first to lose someone. Once he consumed too much strength, he would definitely be killed. He would never do something that harmed himself to benefit others. Preserving himself was his goal.

Yan Yifei sent out several more streams of True Fire, shooting them toward the remaining seven Bone Demons. However, because he had just consumed blood essence to drive the Heavenly Fire Bead, he could only release two streams of True Fire now before he could no longer continue. While controlling the True Fire, he swallowed pills to recover what he had expended.

Zhang Wenhua's situation was not too optimistic either. The giant Bone Demon was now shrouded in a mass of black mist, and the ordinary Sword Qi from the Junhua Sword shot into it like a clay ox entering the sea, having no effect at all.

That Bone Demon tried several times to break through Zhang Wenhua's blockade, but each time Zhang Wenhua expended a large amount of True Qi to stimulate the Junhua Sword's Sword Qi and force it back.

Another scream rang out. It turned out that the cultivator surnamed Yang had been slain on the spot by the Formed Bone Demons. Yan Yifei's situation was not good either. Seven Bone Demons had already surrounded him. Now he no longer dared to control the True Fire to take the initiative and attack; he only used the True Fire to protect himself. Under the fear of smashing the rat and breaking the vase, the seven Bone Demons did not dare attack him either. They merely surrounded him, forming a stalemate.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Wenhua could not help growing extremely anxious. The enormous Bone Demon launched fierce attacks at him again and again, and with its entire body wrapped in demonic qi, it had no fear at all of Zhang Wenhua's Junhua Sword slashes.

Zhang Wenhua knew that things could not go on like this. Gritting his teeth, he recalled the Junhua Sword and held it in his hand. When the Bone Demon saw this, it thought his True Qi was running out. It immediately let out an excited roar, and the demonic qi all over its body surged toward its four fists as they smashed toward Zhang Wenhua, carrying the power of a full twenty flying dragons.

At this moment, Zhang Wenhua had already finished brewing his ultimate move. He raised the Junhua Sword in his right hand, poured a large amount of Innate True Qi into it, and at the same time sprayed a mouthful of blood essence onto the blade, activating the sword art within. He shouted at the charging Bone Demon, "Take my sword—'Unify Rivers and Mountains, the Emperor Rules All Under Heaven Sword!'"

The Junhua Sword erupted with unprecedented brilliance. Above the blade appeared an "Emperor's Bird's-Eye View of the World Map," carrying boundless imperial dominance as it cleaved down head-on onto the fists the Bone Demon smashed toward him.

There was no explosion, no surge of air. There was only a flash of sword light. The Bone Demon immediately stopped moving. From the distance, Wang Ding and the other three only saw the demonic qi on its fists begin to slowly dissipate. Then the entire Bone Demon split into two halves and collapsed to the ground.

It instantly left Wang Ding and the other three deeply shocked by the power of that sword.

Wang Ding turned to the three beside him and said, "Everyone, in a moment, we must go all out. We cannot let those two unleash the power of their Spirit Tools, or we're dead for sure."

The three nodded to show they understood. They knew in their hearts that the power of Spirit Tools was too great; once unleashed, they absolutely could not withstand it. Then each took out their own Magic Tool.

Suddenly, an unexpected change occurred. When the seven Bone Demons besieging Yan Yifei saw their leader killed, they instantly went mad. Two of the Bone Demons charged at Yan Yifei, desperately trying to grab him, completely ignoring the scorching of the True Fire. The remaining five Bone Demons took advantage of the chance while those two Bone Demons blocked the True Fire and leapt up as well, attacking Yan Yifei.

Yan Yifei was greatly alarmed. He knew that if the five Bone Demons struck him, he would likely be severely injured at once. The Golden Light Daoist Robe Yan Yifei wore was merely a low-grade Spirit Tool, and its highest defensive power was only the strength of twenty flying dragons. The attacks of five Bone Demons were enough to unleash the strength of forty flying dragons. He could not block that.

In the crisis, Yan Yifei had no choice but to spray out blood essence once more, stimulating the power of the Heavenly Fire Bead. Five fire dragons as thick as water buckets instantly rushed out of the Heavenly Fire Bead and blasted toward the five Bone Demons. But at this moment, the fists of the five Bone Demons had already smashed onto his protective golden light. Yan Yifei was instantly struck so hard he spat blood and flew backward, crashing into the cave wall. At the same time, the five streams of True Fire also hit the Bone Demons, and amid miserable howls, the five Bone Demons turned into charred corpses.

The two Bone Demons that had tried to grab Yan Yifei had also long since been burned alive.

At this point, all the Bone Demons had been wiped out.

Because Yan Yifei had used blood essence to forcibly trigger a Spirit Tool, and because he had also taken a vicious blow from the Bone Demons, he was still lying on the ground, unable to get up.

Suddenly, a streak of sword light arrived in a sneak attack. In his terrified gaze, one sword cut off his head. The Golden Light Daoist Robe, already broken through, could no longer provide him any protection.

Zhang Wenhua stood not far away, his face pale as he laughed wildly. "Good, good! In the end, my fortune is still deep. I've obtained all these treasures—two Spirit Tools, more than a dozen Formed Bone Demon Inner Cores, and an entire cave of treasures."

Just as his face was full of excitement, a terrifying gale came smashing down toward his head. He immediately turned back and controlled the Junhua Sword to resist, but what terrified him was that four supreme-grade Magic Tools, carrying the illusory force of forty flying dragons, directly chopped away the Junhua Sword he had sent to save him. Then the four Magic Tools bombarded his body. With a boom, Zhang Wenhua was beaten completely into meat paste.

Wang Ding and the other three walked out calmly at this moment. Wang Ding said, "Everyone, we must first recover the spoils here and hand them all to Junior Sister Long for safekeeping. We'll divide them after we leave this place. A squad of Bone Demons came just now; there's no guarantee there won't be a second squad. We have to move quickly."

Huang Tutian also said, "Senior Brother Wang Ding is right. Everyone had best move a little faster."

Then the four hurriedly dug out the Bone Demons' Inner Cores, and the storage bags of the six God Sect disciples were also collected. All of it was handed to Long Lingyu for safekeeping.