"Hmm? What a ferocious aura!"
The demonic cultivator also noticed the abrupt change in Yang Yuanhong's aura. With a backhand motion, he grasped the Dragon Imprisoning Rope. "Hmph, whatever ghost trick you are playing, with this treasure in hand, if you are a dragon, then you will have to coil up for me!"
"Go!"
The Dragon Imprisoning Rope sliced through the air, twisting like a coiling bone dragon as it wound toward Yang Yuanhong.
After throwing out the item, the demonic cultivator also took the opportunity to command the demonic clouds to once more kill Rui Qingxue.
Dongfang Yinghao, the other two, and the three spirit monkeys knew they could offer little help in battle. Down below, they were now channeling true essence into the great turtle, allowing it to imprison the two demon lords a while longer.
Having lost his reason, Yang Yuanhong charged forward like a beast, attacking recklessly without even trying to evade the spirit treasure. He was immediately bound in midair.
"Hmph, I thought it was some formidable method."
Sensing that the true dragon aura around Yang Yuanhong had greatly diminished and that he was already unable to move beneath the Dragon Imprisoning Rope, the demonic cultivator sneered inwardly. "Trading away one's mind for greater strength is hardly a brilliant method. Laughable, truly laughable."
Whoosh—
With Yang Yuanhong stripped of his fighting strength, he no longer paid him any attention. Instead, he used the power of the demonic clouds to burn another sea of black fire across the sea of blood.
The raging black flames surrounded Rui Qingxue from all sides. The demonic cultivator's purpose was simple: to force her to repeatedly use that phantom beast technique to escape.
After fighting for so long, he had already observed that although the technique was immensely powerful, it