What Kind of Spell Is This?

What Kind of Spell Is This?

Hundred Tribulations Daoist's slightly grave voice echoed in Xiao Liang's mind.

"Stop him!"

Qin Long's combat instincts were equally sharp. After taking a deep breath, she rushed forward with her sword, intending to interrupt his breakthrough.

"Perfect timing!"

Yan Wuxu raised his hand and condensed another lightning sphere wreathed in bloody light. This was clearly a high-level spell, tremendously powerful.

Including this time, he had only used it twice in total.

Qin Long was blasted back.

But Pandora immediately flew up from the ruins, flapped her wings, and charged at him.

Sensing that this Zombie only had the cultivation of the Third Level of Qi Refining, Yan Wuxu immediately sneered in disdain and casually sent her flying with a swipe of his claw.

Yet Pandora merely shook her wings before charging forward again, expressionless.

Although her cultivation was low, the damage she dealt was insignificant to Yan Wuxu, who was about to break through the Qi Refining Stage.

But Pandora's defense was extraordinarily high, and her recovery ability was even more formidable.

Even with a difference of two major realms within the Qi Refining Stage, Yan Wuxu had failed to injure her.

After being blasted away several times in succession, she was practically unscathed every time.

Like an indestructible bronze pea.

Moreover, Pandora was brimming with Baleful Qi. Once she drew close, it actually began to interfere with the gathering of spiritual energy.

For Yan Wuxu, who was accumulating spiritual energy to advance to the Foundation Establishment Stage, that was the real problem.

"Die!"

Growing unbearably irritated, Yan Wuxu endured one of Qin Long's sword energies head-on just to seize Pandora. With a savage pull, he tore off one of her arms and one of her wings.

Blood sprayed everywhere in an instant, and Pandora was tossed back to the ground like a rag doll.

"Yan Wuxu!"

Qin Long furiously gathered her magical power and unleashed the Four Symbols Swordsmanship, forcing Yan Wuxu into a flurry of evasive maneuvers. He had no choice but to circle around, unwilling to take her attacks head-on.

But clearly, amid this intense battle, Yan Wuxu's magical power was steadily growing stronger.

The portion of demon blood within his body was constantly burning, granting him the potential to break through his realm in battle.

Did I pick up the wrong script? How did I run into something as hot-blooded and absurd as a mid-battle breakthrough? It's making our righteous little team look like the villains about to get overturned!

Xiao Liang silently complained to himself. If he had merely been an ordinary Fourth Level of Qi Refining cultivator, even after switching to a true inheritance cultivation method, he would still have been unable to intervene in the fierce battle before him.

If he forced his way in without Pandora's formidable defense and recovery, Qin Long would instead have to divide her attention to protect him, reducing rather than increasing their combat strength.

"Old ghost, can't you be useful for once? Aren't you a mighty Golden Core cultivator? Can't you kill this half-demon with a wave of your hand?"

Xiao Liang put away the Fire Chi Pearl and began rapidly assembling the strange object in his hands, voicing his dissatisfaction to Hundred Tribulations Daoist.

"Kill him with a wave of my hand? Boy Xiao Liang, look at the state I'm in. If I act again, this old ancestor will perish completely. Even a spiritual sense attack is useless against that half-demon now. Look at him—he's already been consumed by his fighting spirit!"

Xiao Liang looked up and saw that Yan Wuxu, who was locked in fierce combat with Qin Long, had crimson eyes and was completely beyond reason, letting out terrifying roars.

"Beyond reason? That's perfect. I'll use this thing to help him clear his head!"

With a click, the final component in Xiao Liang's hands was installed. He calmly hoisted it onto his shoulder and tested the sights with a slight adjustment.

"Qin Long, get out of the way!"

At Xiao Liang's call, Qin Long forced Yan Wuxu back with a sword strike and retreated to his side.

She first glanced worriedly at Pandora, then stared in astonishment as the latter's damaged arm and wing began growing back.

Only then did she relax. She looked at the thing on Xiao Liang's shoulder, as well as the large pile of strange objects beside him.

Frowning, she asked, "What is that? Some kind of unusual hidden weapon?"

Xiao Liang aimed the sights at Yan Wuxu, who was charging toward them. With a curl of his lips, he pulled the trigger. "Something like that!"

Boom!

A cone-shaped shell trailing white smoke struck Yan Wuxu squarely in the chest. Amid a violent explosion and burst of flames, Yan Wuxu screamed and was blasted several yards away!

Qin Long was still standing there in a daze, but Xiao Liang had already grabbed the second identical divine weapon he had assembled beside him.

Although Yan Wuxu's crimson eyes had allowed him to avoid the spiritual sense attack by relying on the demon race's innate battle state, it had also greatly lowered his combat intelligence. He was practically a wild beast.

After being attacked, he instinctively launched a bloodthirsty counterattack. Yet the moment he pounced close to Xiao Liang, a napalm shell hit him squarely in the face.

Then came armor-piercing rounds, fragmentation rounds, and even fuel-air explosive rounds!

After Pandora recovered, she joined in as well. Every so often, she picked up one of the objects from the ground, pulled out the pin, and threw it beside Yan Wuxu, followed immediately by explosions and flashes of fire.

Though each attack was only equivalent to an ordinary strike from the Mid Qi Refining Stage, at most the Late Qi Refining level.

The sheer quantity made up for it. They threw them out as if they owned a mine and money meant nothing.

Terrifying booms that shook the entire Royal Capital continued erupting from the depths of the courtyard.

No, this could no longer be called a courtyard. For hundreds of yards around, the ground had been blasted into a cratered mess, thick with smoke.

"His vitality is really tenacious. With this much firepower, even a pod of blue whales on Blue Star should have been wiped out. Yet this guy is still bouncing around!"

After a full quarter-hour of relentless bombardment.

Xiao Liang tossed aside the final smoking launcher in his hands and looked at Yan Wuxu before him.

The heavy scales covering Yan Wuxu's body now looked as though a layer of skin had been peeled away, leaving behind a charred, battered mess.

Sure enough, things with high resistance to spells found it difficult to resist pure physical damage just as effectively.

Even if he could break through during battle, he could not withstand an assault like this.

The demon race's mid-battle breakthrough was not impossible to counter. It only required saturation bombardment!

The spiritual energy he absorbed was no longer enough to make up for the energy expended on defense and healing his wounds.

The strange vortex of spiritual energy swirling around his body grew smaller and smaller before finally bursting apart and vanishing.

Some clarity returned to Yan Wuxu's blood-red eyes. His Foundation Establishment breakthrough had been forcibly interrupted.

"No!!!"

"How is this possible? What kind of spell is this?!"

Yan Wuxu roared. His entire body was in tatters as he let out an unwilling howl, staring fixedly at the Fourth Level of Qi Refining brat before him—the one he had regarded as an ant.

"Let's call it the RPG Technique for now. I also used several crates of powerful explosives. Actually, my losses were pretty substantial too—I used up at least a third of my stock!"

"You have no idea. These things are all top-quality goods from the Sky Mist Continent, and they're hard to restock."

Xiao Liang shook his head, then casually pulled two large-caliber pistols from the Heaven-Earth Bracelet and emptied their magazines at Yan Wuxu with a barrage of shots.

It had to be said that Xiao Liang had little talent for blades and swords, but he was highly proficient with firearms and had excellent aim.

Taking advantage of his opponent's failed breakthrough and inability to move, Xiao Liang kicked him while he was down.

Every shot struck Yan Wuxu in the forehead or chest, making him tremble violently. The scene was rather bizarre. Though it did not deal much damage, it was immensely humiliating.

"Tsk. Looks like I can't import these low-powered toys anymore. They're useless against thick-skinned bastards!"

Xiao Liang flung both pistols at Yan Wuxu's face. As Yan Wuxu roared furiously, Xiao Liang showed no particular expression and did not step forward to finish him off.

Someone else needed that dragon head more than he did.

Slish!

A flash of bloody light streaked through the air as Qin Long beheaded Yan Wuxu with a single sword strike, finally bringing this journey of vengeance to an end.

As Yan Wuxu's towering body collapsed limply, Pandora stepped forward and searched the corpse before handing Xiao Liang a high-grade storage pouch.

A rumble of thunder sounded, and the damp wind sent their hair drifting.

Rain had begun falling over the Royal Capital once again. The misting droplets suppressed the overpowering stench of blood, Baleful Qi, and smoke within the ruins.

"Let's go!"

Xiao Liang extended his hand to Qin Long. She gave a soft sound of assent, sheathed her sword, jogged two steps forward, and naturally placed her fair, cool hand in his.

Pandora tilted her head as she watched the scene, fluttered her half-regrown bat wings, and skipped after the two of them.

Before long, all three vanished into the rain surrounding the general's residence.