Catching Them Off Guard
Lü Qianmo laughed out loud, his deep purple eyes filled with greed. "Brother, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If she were in her prime, we would have to take a detour around her. But now, she's like a tiger with its teeth pulled, all show and no substance. If we can capture her and devour her remaining divine Divine Spark, the two of us brothers might be able to break through our bottlenecks and reach a higher realm!"
Yu Yan dispersed the shattered golden shield in her hand, which then transformed back into protective flames.
She coldly stared at the two Demon Beast before her, her voice remaining calm and devoid of any panic. "Have you finished testing me? Lü Qiansha, if you wish to make a move, then bring it on. I want to see if you two brothers have the fate to take this opportunity back with you today."
Mingyu floated forward a short distance, standing shoulder to shoulder with Yu Yan. Dark mist swirled around her, deep and heavy, her voice hoarse. "Yu Yan is right. If you want to touch her, you'll have to ask me first."
The smiles on Lü Qiansha and Lü Qianmo's faces faded slightly, and they exchanged a glance. Although they had been extremely sarcastic in their words, they still harbored some apprehension towards these two Spirit God.
In ancient times, the words "Spirit God" represented absolute suppression by Law. Even now, when a tiger is fallen into a corner and struggles to bite back, the force of its attack is not something they can easily withstand.
"Fine." Lü Qiansha refocused his gaze on Yu Yan, his tone turning cold. "Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish. However, this time, I won't hold back."
As soon as they finished speaking, the auras of Lü Qiansha and Lü Qianmo surged simultaneously. The two Legendary Peak pressures were released without reservation, and the tangible gale blew the surrounding trees this way and that, even tearing off a layer of grass from the ground.
Shen Fei stood at the front of the group, his left hand gripping the hilt of Ink Cloud's sword. His Soul Force was circulating wildly within his body, and the Spiritual Power of the Dark Prison Reincarnation Art surged along his Meridians.
He stared intently at Lü Qiansha's flank, his eyes searching for an opportunity to strike. He knew that Yu Yan must have been greatly weakened after taking that fireball.
There are two Demon Beast on the opposite side, while on their side, only Yu Yan and Mingyu can directly confront Legendary Peak. Once the battle starts, it will definitely be a fierce fight.
He must be ready at any time to use Ink Cloud to restrain Yu Yan from the side, even if he can only strike once, it can relieve some of the pressure on Yu Yan.
Behind him, Xiao Ning'er, Duan Jian, Lu Piao, and the others held their breath. The Demon Spirit Fusion, and their Spiritual Power was running at its peak. They were just waiting for Nie Li's order to rush forward and fight to the death.
The tense atmosphere was like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.
Mingyu has made his move.
A dark-colored body silently floated out from beside Shen Fei, moving with astonishing speed. Shen Fei only felt a chill on his left shoulder before Mingyu had already covered three zhang (approximately 10 meters) in distance. The target was clear: Lü Qiansha.
Lü Qiansha was still standing there, his dark red muscles glistening with moisture in the grayish-brown sunlight. He grinned, his deep blue eyes scrutinizing Yu Yan with great interest, completely ignoring the few Black Gold Rank level cultivators beside him.
Mingyu appeared three steps to his left front, raised her very small hand, and a thick, dark light condensed in her palm, compressing into a dark beam that shot straight at Lü Qiansha's chest.
Lü Qiansha glanced sideways, casually raising his right claw. Dark red flames condensed into a small shield in his palm. The moment the beam of light struck the fire shield, it shattered in the middle, breaking into countless sparks.
The beam of light continued its momentum, striking Lü Qiansha squarely in the left shoulder, creating a gaping hole from which dark red blood seeped.
Lü Qiansha grunted, his massive body being pushed backward several dozen feet by the force. His two feet plowed two deep furrows in the ground, and the gravel and soil were turned over and piled up on both sides into two low mounds.
He retreated more than ten feet before barely managing to steady himself. He took a step back with his left leg and pressed his right claw into the ground, creating a shallow crater.
He glanced down at the wound on his left shoulder and tried to circulate the Spiritual Power in his left arm. It felt like his Meridians were stuffed with a wad of water-soaked cotton; the Spiritual Power was blocked as soon as it reached the wound. For a short time, he couldn't use his left arm.
Duan Jian, who was standing nearby, immediately understood Mingyu's meaning and rushed towards Lü Qiansha, who had been repelled.
With a yank of his cloak to the ground, black wings unfurled, a broadsword was drawn from his back, the hilt was twirled halfway in his palm before he gripped it tightly, and he shot out like a dark red afterimage.
His feet sank into the gravel, each step leaving a shallow crater, and in no time he was in front of Lü Qiansha.
Lü Qiansha had just used his right claw to apply a thin film of Spiritual Power to the wound to stop the bleeding when he looked up and Duan Jian's blade had already arrived. With a horizontal sweep of the broadsword, it carried dark red Black Dragon flames and headed straight for his waist and ribs.
Unable to use his left arm, Lü Qiansha could only rely on his right claw to block. He gripped the back of the blade with his claw and deflected it to the side, causing the broadsword to slide past his waist and ribs.
But Duan Jian changed his move extremely quickly. With a flick of his wrist, the blade angled along the back of the blade, slashing upwards towards Lü Qiansha's right front knee.
Lü Qiansha took a step back, his right foot slipped on a loose pebble, and he swayed.
Lu Piao immediately followed. He held the short knife in his hand, the blade bearing several nicks. He reached up from the side and behind, the short knife aimed straight for Lü Qiansha's knee.
Lü Qiansha kicked off Lu Piao's knife with his hind legs, but Lu Piao didn't expect to be able to cut through with one strike. After the knife was deflected, he retreated, took two steps back, and then pressed forward again, like a fly.
Du Ze went around to the other side.
His yellow lightning and fire-elemental Soul Sea surged, and dark purple lightning mixed with crimson fire seeped from his body, spreading along his arms and back, condensing into a semi-illusory, semi-solid scale-like outline on his skin.
His knuckles were covered in a membrane of interwoven lightning and fire, and the air crackled and popped wherever his fists passed.
Du Ze rushed to the side of Lü Qiansha's right foreleg and punched the gap in his knee joint. The power of thunder and fire flowed into his fist, exploding into a small ball of purplish-red electric fire in the joint gap.
Lü Qiansha's leg was already stiff from the aftershock of Mingyu's attack, and Du Ze's punch hit his joint, causing his knee to sink half an inch.
Du Ze didn't stop, and immediately followed up with a second punch to the same spot. The lightning and fire exploded twice in the joint gap. Although the skin and flesh were not broken, the joint movement was obviously slowed down.
Lü Qiansha's right front leg buckled, and his body tilted to the right.
He roared and swung his right claw at Du Ze, who didn't have time to dodge completely. He crossed his arms to block the claw.
A layer of Thunderfire Scales was scraped off by the claws, and Du Ze was pushed back three or four steps by the force, his feet dragging two shallow grooves in the gravel ground. But he stood up, shook his numb arms, and then pressed himself against the claws again.