What Kind of Spell Is This?

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

"Stop him!"

Qin Long's battle instincts were exceptionally sharp as well. After taking a deep breath, she charged forward with her sword, intending to interrupt his breakthrough.

"Perfect timing!"

Yan Wuxu raised his hand and condensed that blood-wreathed lightning sphere. This was clearly an advanced spell with formidable power.

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

Qin Long was blasted back.

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

Sensing that this Zombie only possessed the Third Level of Qi Refining, Yan Wuxu immediately revealed a disdainful expression and casually sent her flying with a swipe of his claw.

Yet Pandora merely shook her wings once before charging at him again expressionlessly.

Although her cultivation was low, the damage she could inflict on Yan Wuxu, who was about to break through the Qi Refining Stage, was not significant.

However, Pandora's defenses were extremely high, and her recovery ability was even more formidable.

Despite the gap of two major realms within the Qi Refining Stage, Yan Wuxu had failed to injure her.

Even after being blasted away several times in succession, she was almost completely unharmed.

She was like an unbreakable bronze pea.

Moreover, Pandora was overflowing 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 into the Foundation Establishment Stage, that was the real trouble.

"Die!"

Thoroughly irritated, Yan Wuxu endured one of Qin Long's sword qi attacks 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 as Pandora, like a rag doll, was thrown back to the ground.

"Yan Wuxu!"

Qin Long angrily gathered her mana and unleashed the Four Symbols Swordsmanship, forcing Yan Wuxu into a flustered retreat. He had no choice but to keep moving and dared not take her attacks head-on.

Yet it was obvious that amid the fierce battle, Yan Wuxu's mana was steadily increasing.

The Demon Race bloodline within him was constantly burning, granting him the potential to break through during battle.

Did I pick up the wrong script? How could I run into something as passionate and bizarre as a last-minute breakthrough? It's making our righteous little team look like villains about to get turned around!

Xiao Liang silently complained to himself. If he were merely an ordinary Fourth Level of Qi Refining cultivator, even after switching to a true inheritance cultivation method, he still would not have been able to interfere with the fierce battle before him.

If he forced his way in without Pandora's powerful defenses and recovery, Qin Long would instead have to divide her attention to protect him. Their combat power would decrease rather than increase.

"Old ghost, can't you do something useful? You're a dignified Golden Core cultivator. Can't you just wipe out this Half-Demon with a wave of your hand?"

Xiao Liang put away the Fire Chi Pearl. As he rapidly assembled a strange object in his hands, he voiced his dissatisfaction to Hundred Tribulations Daoist.

"Wipe him out with a wave of my hand? Xiao Liang, look at the state I'm in. If I make another move, I'll die and vanish completely. Even a spiritual sense assault won't work on that Half-Demon now. Look at him—he's already been overwhelmed by his battle intent!"

Xiao Liang looked up and indeed saw that Yan Wuxu, who was fiercely fighting Qin Long, had blood-red eyes. He was completely incapable of communication, and terrifying roars burst from his mouth.

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

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

"Qin Long, move!"

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 Pandora's damaged arm and wing began to regrow.

Only then did she relax. She looked at the thing on Xiao Liang's shoulder and the huge pile of bizarre objects beside him.

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

Xiao Liang aimed the sights at Yan Wuxu as he charged over. Curling his lips into a smile, he pulled the trigger and said, "Something like that!"

Boom!

A conical shell trailing white smoke struck Yan Wuxu squarely in the chest. Amid a violent explosion and blazing firelight, Yan Wuxu screamed and was blasted several yards away!

Qin Long was still stunned, but Xiao Liang had already picked up a second identical divine weapon he had assembled beside him.

Although Yan Wuxu's blood-red eyes had allowed him to evade the spiritual sense assault by relying on the Demon Race's innate battle state, his combat intelligence had also plummeted. He was practically a beast.

After being attacked, he instinctively retaliated with bloodthirsty fury. Yet the moment he pounced close to Xiao Liang, he was hit in the face by a napalm shell.

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

After recovering, Pandora joined in as well. Every so often, she picked up one of the objects scattered on the ground, pulled out its pin, and threw it beside Yan Wuxu, immediately triggering another burst of fire and explosions.

Although each attack was only comparable to an ordinary strike at the Mid Qi Refining Stage, or at most Late Qi Refining.

There was simply too much of it, thrown at him as though they had a mine at home and money meant nothing.

Terrifying sounds that shook the entire Royal Capital continuously erupted from deep within the courtyard.

No, this place could no longer be called a courtyard. Everything within several hundred yards had been bombarded into a pockmarked wasteland, filled with smoke.

"His vitality is really tenacious. With this much firepower, even a whole group of blue whales would have been wiped out on Blue Star, yet this guy is still hopping around!"

After a full quarter hour of relentless bombardment.

Xiao Liang tossed aside the final smoking launcher in his hand 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 off. They were scorched black and a complete 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 such relentless bombardment.

A Demon Race bloodline breakthrough in the midst of battle was not impossible to counter. All it took was saturation bombardment!

The spiritual energy he drew in was no longer enough to compensate for the energy consumed by defending himself and recovering from his injuries.

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

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 body was battered and torn as he let out an unwilling bellow, glaring fixedly at the Fourth Level of Qi Refining brat before him—the ant he had once looked down upon.

"For now, let's call it the RPG Technique. I've also used several crates of high-explosive bombs. Actually, I suffered quite a loss too—I used up at least a third of my stock!"

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

Xiao Liang shook his head. He casually pulled two large-caliber pistols from his Heaven-Earth Bracelet and emptied both magazines into Yan Wuxu with a barrage of shots.

It had to be said that Xiao Liang had little talent with bladed weapons, but he was extremely proficient with firearms, and his aim was excellent.

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 absurd. Though the bullets caused little damage, the humiliation was immense.

"Tch. Looks like I shouldn't import these low-power toys anymore. They're useless against someone thick-skinned like this!"

Xiao Liang flung both pistols into 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.

Shhk!

A flash of blood-red light streaked through the air as Qin Long severed Yan Wuxu's head with one stroke, finally bringing this journey of revenge to an end.

As Yan Wuxu's towering body collapsed limply, Pandora stepped forward and felt around the corpse. She then handed an advanced storage bag to Xiao Liang.

A clap of thunder sounded, and the damp wind sent their hair fluttering.

Rain began falling over the Royal Capital again. The drifting raindrops suppressed the overwhelming stench of blood, Baleful Qi, and gunpowder smoke lingering in the ruins.

"Let's go!"

Xiao Liang extended his hand toward Qin Long. She gave a soft hum, sheathed her sword, jogged forward two steps, and naturally placed her fair, cool hand into his.

Pandora tilted her head as she watched the scene. She fluttered her half-grown bat wings and followed the two ahead of her in little hops.

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

(End of Chapter)