"A twelve-spirit-inscription Flame Veil?" The sinister young man, who looked like a white-bone demon, stared in surprise at Wang Yu, whose body was enveloped in roaring flames.
"You know your stuff. You're the first disciple of the Demonic Path to witness this spell. That white bone demon body of yours is rather interesting, but what good is it if you can't break through my Flame Veil?" Wang Yu said expressionlessly from within the flames.
"A twelve-spirit-inscription spell is indeed the most powerful kind of entry-level spell. But how much dharma power can someone in middle Qi refining like you have to sustain it? Even if I stood still, you probably couldn't maintain it for long." The sinister young man's surprise faded, replaced by a cold sneer.
"You're right about that, so I never intended to keep wearing myself down."
After that calm reply, Wang Yu drew a deep breath, and his body suddenly swelled. When he opened his mouth again, he exhaled a billowing wave of white air. Crystalline light flashed in his eyes, and his upper body expanded once more, bursting through his clothes to reveal a huge, lifelike tiger's head on his back. A layer of golden mist immediately appeared over his skin and rapidly gathered around his arms, vaguely forming two indistinct golden armguards.
"Guardian Warrior!"
At the sight, the sinister young man's expression changed again. His hands moved, tearing two bone spikes straight out of his back. Then, with a low roar, he hurled both spikes fiercely at Wang Yu.
Bang! Bang!
The bone spikes became two white streaks, striking the red light barrier like meteors. Yet they merely made it shudder violently twice, leaving it completely intact.
The sinister young man showed no intention of stopping. His hands blurred as he pulled out all the