"Why put yourself through this?"
Li Ling sighed softly, turned into smoke, and evaded the attack.
"Well, well, you've got some skill."
The demon general laughed, whirling his bone fork like a spinning wheel with a loud, rushing whoosh.
Drawn by its motion, the surrounding heaven-and-earth origin energy surged violently, as though a long sash were stirring it into turmoil. In an instant, a vast mass of water essence condensed into the shadow of a fork and charged toward him in a rushing torrent.
Amid towering waves, the sea churned, and violent aftershocks spilled in every direction.
The demon general truly was a valiant warrior who had followed the Demon King through years of campaigns. His three hundred years of cultivation were secondary; ordinary cultivators who lived peacefully, free of illness and calamity, could reach a cultivation age of three hundred and attain such dharma power even by consuming pills.
But he had weathered a hundred battles and fought countless times over two or three centuries. Every fraction of his dharma power had been tempered and purified, and his ability to mobilize heaven-and-earth origin energy was far beyond that of those peaceful cultivators.
The bone fork in his hand seemed no ordinary object either, but a magic treasure refined from the bones of a demon.
Though crude in appearance, it possessed the divine abilities, power, and wondrous properties of its original owner's dao body. As he swung it, water essence followed, scattering like blades condensed from gang baleful energy.
Water assumed illusory forms without restraint. He shaped it into enormous spear points that stabbed down like the fangs of a giant beast.
Great masses of water swept repeatedly through Li Ling's figure. Even though his Smoke Transformation Art allowed him to avoid a direct clash, they still carried away a