As Ye Han poured his spell power and sword intent madly into the Immortal-Slaying Yin-Yang Sword Formation, the power of its sword-rays slowly rose.
The Devil Lord was cunning indeed. Sensing that the power and sword intent of Ye Han's sword formation were gradually rising, he immediately saw through what Ye Han was doing. "Damn it! This brat dares divide his attention to study my spear techniques at a time like this? He's courting death!"
He knew that the swordsmanship and sword intent Ye Han cultivated were on the same level as his spear techniques. However, the brat had yet to comprehend them fully, and studying his spear techniques would certainly yield tremendous gains.
Yet doing so at such a critical moment was nothing short of looking down on him.
At this thought, the Devil Lord rapidly chanted an incantation. A ring of demonic flames rippled outward, and he opened his mouth and spat...
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Dense demonic qi spewed from his mouth like flames. Amid those demonic flames were writhing balls of flesh, covered in blood-red runes and reeking of a nauseating stench of blood.
As the Devil Lord spat out these balls of flesh, they swelled upon meeting the air. Arms, legs, and hideous, demonlike heads sprouted from them. Black-and-red scales covered their bodies as they unleashed chilling, blood-colored auras and gulped down the surrounding demonic flames...
The Devil Lord released more than thirty of these terrifying creatures at once!
"Go! Baleful Demon Puppets!"
Then he jabbed a finger forcefully toward Ye Han's sword formation, unleashing rampant torrents of demonic qi...
Roar! Roar! Blood-red demonic runes erupted from the Baleful Demon Puppets as they howled. Demonic flames burst from their bodies, and they charged madly toward Ye Han's sword formation, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws,