"What?!"
Zhou Liu was startled. What a bizarre Devil Cultivation Method.
"Whew-"
Ke Huai frowned slightly. "Are you ready?"
"Handling this alone is really quite taxing. I need to save some strength to run for my life later."
"Mm."
Yang Kaijun gave a quiet assent and slowly stood up. "Ready."
The enormous phantom of Demonic Qi had now contracted and condensed into six streaks of purple demonic light extending from behind Yang Kaijun.
A feathered mantle of Demonic Qi covered his body, and even his eyes had turned pale purple.
Bang!
Yang Kaijun took a step, and his figure vanished instantly.
Alarm bells rang in Zhou Liu's heart, and he darted swiftly about to evade him.
He narrowly avoided a pair of demonic palms. Before he could steady himself in midair, Zhou Liu had already activated his golden sword talisman and turned to slash again.
One streak of purple demonic light twisted like a swimming snake, nimbly avoiding the Sword Qi strike and lunging straight at the Flying Sword itself.
"Tch."
Yang Kaijun snorted through his nose.
He formed hand seals, the Demonic Qi surging around him suppressing the golden sword talisman's spiritual light and eating into Zhou Liu's mind inch by inch.
Zhou Liu felt his soul shudder violently, his True Essence sluggish and difficult to circulate.
His bonded sword talisman, which had once obeyed him as readily as his own limbs, now weighed like a thousand tons. Its spirituality greatly diminished, its light rapidly dimmed.
"Pfft!"
His mind wounded and his True Essence recoiling against him, Zhou Liu abruptly spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered backward.
The agony of the Demonic Qi's corrosion sank into his marrow, as though countless tiny demonic insects were gnawing at his meridians.
But before he could disengage, Ke Huai's attack