Han Li was sent flying seven or eight zhang before he managed to steady himself by concentrating his spiritual power, though a sharp pain in his abdomen left him both shocked and furious. When he looked down at his body, he couldn’t help but gasp in horror.
The silver light barrier formed by the Yuan Gang Shield and the cyan protective aura had both been pierced by a fist-sized hole. His robe was torn at the abdomen, revealing the golden and silver armor forged from Gold Devouring Beetles—yet even this had been penetrated, exposing the black inner armor beneath.
A gash several inches long had split the inner armor, and a strange silver blade was embedded slightly into his abdomen.
A flash of green light crossed Han Li’s face as he let out a low growl, and his entire body shimmered with a faint golden hue. The strange blade was suddenly repelled as if struck by an immense force, shooting high into the sky with a sharp whistle.
With a swift movement, Han Li caught the blade mid-air and examined it closely.
It was about half a chi long, slightly curved, resembling a crescent-shaped blade. Upon closer inspection, however, he realized it was actually a sharp claw from a wolf’s paw.
A chill ran down Han Li’s spine as he quickly checked his wound. Though it was two or three inches deep, not a single drop of blood had spilled. Instead, the exposed flesh gleamed faintly with golden threads—a result of his cultivation of the first layer of the King Ming Art, which had tempered his body to be as tough as refined iron.
Had it not been for this, even with all his layers of protection, that strike would have pierced his Dantian and left him incapacitated.
This so-called “Heavenly Wolf Drill” was truly terrifying.
Han Li raised his head to look at the humanoid puppet before him. The spots where two other wolf claws had struck were shimmering with five-colored spiritual light, half-buried in its body, yet the puppet remained unfazed.
Seeing this, Han Li relaxed slightly.
It seemed the puppet, forged from Gang Silver and Five-Element Jade, was not so easily destroyed.
The ancient demon ancestor within the black radiance was equally astonished that his supposedly fatal attacks had failed repeatedly.
The Heavenly Wolf Drill was one of the silver wolf’s most formidable abilities. Each use required sacrificing one of its silver claws—each of which had been painstakingly refined over countless years. Even a Deity Transformation cultivator would not dare underestimate them. Of course, now that the Wusha Saint Ancestor was controlling it with demonic energy, its power was greatly diminished.
Yet three consecutive strikes had been withstood by a mere mid-Nascent Soul cultivator, leaving the ancient demon ancestor momentarily stunned.
Meanwhile, the black radiance around the altar receded, and the massive wolf’s body vanished, replaced by the slender figure of the black-robed woman.
But now, she was no longer clad in simple robes. Instead, she wore a sinister suit of black armor, glossy and engraved with the visage of a horned demon. Spikes protruded from her shoulders and limbs, gleaming with a chilling light that sent shivers down the spine.
The black-robed woman cast a cold glance at Han Li.
“What is this?” Han Li inhaled sharply.
“That’s the True Demon Armor of the ancient demons,” Silvermoon explained gravely. “Any demon with a demonized body can condense vast amounts of True Demon Qi into this armor. Not only does it offer immense defense, but it also enhances their abilities. During the ancient war, both our demon race and human cultivators suffered greatly against it. Fortunately, only a few ancient demons possess this ability—otherwise, the outcome of that war might have been different.”
“You remember this now?” Han Li was surprised.
At the same time, he willed the humanoid puppet to pull out the two silver blades embedded in its body and store them away. The wounds then began to heal as five-colored light swirled around them. Similarly, the Gold Devouring Beetle armor on his abdomen writhed and repaired itself.
As for the silver barrier, Han Li retracted it, reforming it into a small silver shield in front of him.
“I’m not sure why, but my past memories seem to be gradually resurfacing. Things that were once vague are now clear, and I recall many things I didn’t know before,” Silvermoon replied with a bitter smile.
Han Li’s eyes flickered uncertainly as he fell silent. The humanoid puppet moved to stand beside him.
The black-robed woman withdrew her gaze from Han Li and turned her attention to the black radiance above, now barely holding against the pressure of three treasures. A strange expression crossed her face as she formed hand seals and chanted an eerie incantation.
Ten inconspicuous black threads shot from her fingertips and struck the stone stele embedded with the Dragon Seal. The stele pulsed with black light and emitted a loud hum.
The stone pillars around the altar trembled violently in response.
The black-armored woman’s hair stood on end as her face twisted into a vicious snarl. The altar beneath her feet trembled, its surface cracking as countless streams of black demonic energy erupted from the fissures.
Her eyes gleamed with madness as she let out a triumphant laugh. Pointing upward, she shouted, “Break!”
Her voice was piercing. The black energy surged into the sky, coiling and twisting until it formed a colossal demonic figure—towering like a pavilion, clad in armor identical to hers, but with the delicate face of a woman adorned with short horns. Its eyes were closed.
“Yuan Sha Saint Ancestor!” The Corpse Bear, guarding “Hua Tianqi” in the air, paled in shock.
Han Li and Xuan Qingzi were equally stunned.
At that moment, the demonic figure slowly opened its eyes—two purple stars gleaming in the endless night.
Above, the black radiance finally collapsed under the combined might of the three treasures, scattering into countless black shards.
Unhindered, the yellow-red light surged downward like an overwhelming curtain, filling the sky above the altar.
The demonic figure sensed the anomaly and coldly raised a hand, swiping casually at the descending light.
A deafening boom echoed as a massive black claw, spanning several mu, materialized in the air. With a flash, it tore five gaping rents through the yellow-red curtain before closing around the giant seal and crimson drum.
Instantly, the sky cleared as if the light had never existed.
Everyone was dumbstruck.
The demonic figure examined the two treasures in its grasp, its purple eyes flickering. A cold, unfamiliar female voice rang out, tinged with confusion.
“This… this is the human world?”
High above, “Hua Tianqi,” whose eyes had been closed, now had a silver wolf’s head forming on his back, as if eager to emerge. But upon seeing the distant demonic figure, the wolf head recoiled in fear and vanished back into his body.
“Hua Tianqi” shuddered, his eyes snapping open as he let out a terrified scream.
“Cross-World Divine Thought Art—this is the true divine thought of Yuan Sha Saint Ancestor!”
The cultivators’ faces drained of color.
Xuan Qingzi and Qimiao Zhenren turned ashen as the demonic figure clenched its fist, crushing the earthen seal and crimson drum into dust.
Two imitation Heaven-reaching Spiritual Treasures were obliterated in an instant.
Ignoring the crowd, the demonic figure stretched its arms and turned its gaze downward to the black-armored woman.
The two locked eyes briefly before the demonic figure spoke.
“Good. You’ve survived. It seems my efforts to send you to the human world were not in vain. But summoning me just to deal with these ants—isn’t that wasteful? You know this is your third and final summon. After this, the soul imprint I left in your divine thought will vanish. The True Demon Qi consumed could have birthed an entire clan of our Saint Ancestors.”
“You are me, and I am you,” the black-armored woman replied coldly. “I had no other choice. Without the True Demon Qi leaking from this altar, I wouldn’t have been able to summon you.”
“I see. No wonder manifesting was so difficult.” The demonic figure nodded, observing the black energy still surging from the altar into its feet. “I must act quickly. Who knows how long this energy will last?”
Its purple eyes swept over the crowd, freezing them in place. A few even began retreating silently.
The demonic figure’s lips curled slightly as it raised a finger and flicked it toward a distant figure.
A sharp whistle pierced the air as something vanished in a flash.
The Lion-Hawk Beast, locked in combat with an eagle-like demon, suddenly let out a shrill cry before its body swelled and exploded without warning.
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