Zhankesi had already suffered internal injuries. Faced with the Demon-Slaying Edge hurtling toward him amid soaring baleful energy, he panicked and hastily took a Magic Scroll from his Spatial Ring. He activated it, and a mass of silver light wrapped tightly around his entire body while he hurriedly chanted a Magic Spell.
Cold winds howled like sharp knives, forming a huge, raging whirlwind that swept upward and placed layer upon layer of obstacles before the rapidly approaching Demon-Slaying Edge. The weapon plunged into the enormous whirlwind, its speed slowing slightly under the bitter winds, while some of the surging baleful energy gathered around it dispersed.
Once the Demon-Slaying Edge broke through the whirlwind, it shot straight into the silver light emitted by Zhankesi's Magic Scroll. Buffeted again by this layer of light containing strange energy, the Demon-Slaying Edge was already a spent force. It only made Zhankesi spit out another mouthful of blood and failed to take his life.
"Protect His Eminence!" Seeing Zhankesi in such a wretched state and Han Shuo so ferocious, the three temple knights shouted in panic. Coughing blood and staggering, they rushed toward Han Shuo and Zhankesi respectively.
In fact, Han Shuo's own physical condition was terrible by now. First, the Skeleton Magic Staff had suddenly run wild and absorbed nine-tenths of his Mental Power. Then, when the temple knights came to ambush him, the Demon-Slaying Edge had absorbed more than half the Demonic Essence in his body. His current strength was far below what it had been at his peak.
After the Demon-Slaying Edge wounded Zhankesi in one strike and returned without accomplishing its purpose, Han Shuo could no longer unleash another attack of equally terrifying power. Seeing the three temple knights approach, he immediately chanted a Magic Spell, and Little Skeleton, the Earth