The Might of the Yin-Yang Eyes

"Release the arrows!"

Even on a stormy night, Wen Weng's voice remained loud enough.

The seal, which had been struck like a boulder, was swept away by the Demon Power of the Bashe, leaving Wen Weng with a bitter feeling.

He would rather the other party had relied on their physical strength or brute force to resist.

Such skillful use of Demon Power can only prove that the other party is becoming more and more like a demon. If it weren't for the fact that such a different species is difficult to transform into human form, the other party would likely already be a great demon who has transformed into human form.

As he instructed the archers to release the arrows, he took out a long ruler and drew it. Countless raindrops instantly melted into ice beneath the ruler, carrying a chilling aura as they crashed into the Bashe.

"Brother Zhongshu!"

While directing Zhang Shu and Zhao Liang to ride horses and shoot arrows, Wen Weng also shouted to Dong Zhongshu, the person he was seeking help from on this trip.

"Wind!"

In urgent confrontations, Wen Weng could only rely on magical Law Treasure powered by his own Law Power, while Dong Zhongshu could achieve the effect of casting spells quickly without using any magical Law Treasure.

Blades of wind sliced through the rain, severing the raindrops in two.

As Dong Zhongshu shouted, a gust of wind swept across the area.

"It possesses immense Demon Power and immense might, possibly even surpassing the level of a saint among demons!"

Wen Weng's hasty use of his magic weapon wasn't top-tier, but as a cultivator at the Sole Self Realm, his attack, combined with the Law Treasure, possessed unfathomable power.

His attacks on the Bashe were clearly ineffective, which allowed Wen Weng to quickly discern the extent of the Bashe's Demon Power.

When dealing with this type of demon, scattered, regional attacks are not effective enough.

Dong Zhongshu's wind-based techniques are sharp as a knife, but they are likely to be ineffective.

Wen Weng shouted, and a series of wind blades crashed into the giant head of the Bashe.

Before he could even express his regret, a shattering sound rang out, and the red light in Bashe's eyes dimmed.

"Spellcasting requires a combination of feints and real attacks. It may seem that I released seven wind blades, but six of them are merely for show and lack any real power. The true killing move is only one. These kinds of demons are mostly strong on the outside but weak on the inside. All I need to do is find their weakness..."

As a kind and benevolent man, Dong Zhongshu did indeed offer some wise advice.

Having taken a liking to Zhang Xuezhou's method of spreading Law Power throughout his body, Dong Zhongshu offered a friendly suggestion: if Zhang Xuezhou was interested, they could exchange ideas in the future.

But he stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

"Smack!"

The sound of the wind blades spun and pierced into the eyes of the serpent rang out. His right hand, holding the Law Treasure fan, trembled involuntarily, and he quickly cut off the spell to stabilize the Law Power in his body.

"Attention everyone, this Bashe is extraordinary; the battle will not be resolved in a short time!"

Dong Zhongshu shouted, and the serpent's head bowed down, exhaling a foul stench.

This caused him to rapidly wave his fan, and the surging wind swept the venomous breath of the giant snake back.

"Demons, when not in human form, tend to rely less on their physical abilities and focus more on their physical strength. However, the Demon Power contained within this serpent is extremely resistant to magic. It seems that multiple repeated attacks will be needed to pierce its head!"

Dong Zhongshu remained calm.

Demons excel in physical strength, but are defeated by their intelligence.

Without the emergence of a group culture, these alien beings can only rely on instinct to constantly refine themselves, and most of them develop their physical bodies to an extremely savage degree.

However, few of these kinds of Demon Beast possess demonic arts, let alone develop supernatural Divine Ability.

Seeing the Bashe spew out a mouthful of poisonous gas, Dong Zhongshu breathed a sigh of relief as his Law Treasure fan suppressed the poison.

He steered his mount, constantly maintaining a balance between casting range and safe distance.

His combat experience was far richer than Wen Weng's, which relieved Wen Weng, who felt that Dong Zhongshu's practical combat ability far surpassed that of a group of literary masters.

For Wen Weng, relying on Law Treasure and realm suppression was his primary means.

When both of these methods are countered, and he faces close-quarters combat, he doesn't have many quick ways to respond.

As the rainwater turned to ice and swept down towards the lower abdomen of the Bashe snake, Wen Weng felt a sudden dizziness, and the darkness before his eyes turned into daylight.

The blinding white light filled his vision, making it difficult for him to see anything clearly in front of him.

The sound of horses neighing in alarm came, followed by Dong Zhongshu's loud rebuke.

Wen Weng felt a gust of foul wind sweep over him, and his body was thrown backward from his mount.

"Damn it, how does this Bashe possess the power of Zhu Jiuyin's Yin-Yang Eyes!"

Riding on his steed, Dong Zhongshu fanned himself with his Law Treasure fan, binding and pulling Wen Weng closer.

He looked at Wen Weng's horse, which almost swallowed it whole, and was filled with horror.

"Zhang Xuezhou, quickly drag Prefect Wen away! Hey... hey, where is he?!"

Zhang Shu and Zhao Liang's long-range shooting was weak, and their attacks on the Bashe were like tickling. However, the distance from which they shot their arrows while on horseback was relatively far, so they were not affected by the Bashe's yin-yang eyes. But Dong Zhongshu could not see the two of them in the dark.

Behind him, Dong Zhongshu noticed that Zhang Xuezhou, who had been following him all along, had also disappeared.

Within a range of nearly two hundred meters, apart from Wen Weng, who was temporarily blind, only Dong Zhongshu remained.

"Brother Zhongweng, use any good methods you have quickly! Don't wait until this thing gets close before pulling a fast one, or we'll all be doomed!"

Maintaining both casting distance and a safe distance, and because the target of the Bashe was Wen Weng, who was closest, Dong Zhongshu was only grazed by the edge.

However, Dong Zhongshu felt that he could not directly withstand the power of the Bashe's yin-yang eyes.

The abilities of this alien creature have transcended the realm of normal Demon Beast and demons.

Even if he manages to break free of the influence, he will inevitably be swallowed by the serpent within seconds.

"I have a spell that can turn water into a prison, and it's quite powerful. It should be able to trap it temporarily, but it will take me at least half an incense stick's time to cast it!" Wen Weng said, waving his hands.

"Half an incense stick's time is too long; our bones will have turned to filth by then," Dong Zhongshu said dejectedly. "Don't just focus on your cultivation level; practice your techniques more often!"

"This technique consumes a tremendous amount of magical Law Power. I run out of Law Power after practicing it just three times, which easily leads to mental exhaustion. I'm busy with official duties every day, so I haven't been able to develop this skill!"

"It seems you chose the wrong technique in the Secret Pavilion; this technique is not suitable for you!"

"Shouldn't the chosen technique be one that matches my abilities and has powerful effects? Water Prison should be perfect for me!"

Wen Weng offered a defense.

As a typical scholar-master, he no longer needed minor techniques after reaching a high level, while major techniques were difficult to cultivate.

Wen Weng, who focused on cultivating realms, lacked the accumulation of skills from minor to major, leading to numerous difficulties in cultivating major skills.

Coupled with his daily busyness with government affairs, he lacked sufficient time to cultivate his powerful spells, and only possessed an entry-level level of Technique Method.

Wen Weng murmured something, and a splash of water quickly formed.

When he touched the water with the long ruler, the splash instantly turned into a thin layer of white ice.

The sound of ice breaking rang out a few seconds later. Wen Weng felt himself being pulled onto his mount by Dong Zhongshu, and he was disoriented in the white light.

"Brother Zhongshu, do you have any secret techniques you've got hidden away?" Wen Weng asked anxiously.

"I have all the tricks up my sleeve, but no one's helping me. I can't hit its other eye right now, I..."

As the red light flashed, Dong Zhongshu felt a dizziness, and the darkness before his eyes turned into a blinding white light.

The familiar feeling of losing control washed over him again. He surged with his Law Power, and the condensed wind blade slashed towards the ponytail.

The pain of the severed tail shot through the air, and the dazed mount, with a fierce neigh, carried the two of them away in a frantic escape.