Chapter 2433: Beheading Immortals (Part 3)

“What powerful fire spiritual power fluctuations, it’s a Fire Spirit Body!” The demonic form of Han Li finally spoke with a resonant voice.

“Fire Spirit? It’s not entirely wrong for you to consider me as such. Heh, for a mere lower realm existence to push Ma Liang to this extent is indeed rare. But as you heard from my earlier agreement with him, I suppose I must lend him a hand,” Huoxuzi replied with a chuckle.

“If that’s the case, there’s no need for further words. Let’s settle this with our hands!” The Vajra Demon God laughed heartily, swinging its five heavy weapons once more, bringing forth a storm of wind and thunder as they crashed down.

The crimson figure snorted coldly, forming a hand seal with one hand. Countless fiery clouds surged from its body, and with a roll, it transformed into a monstrous flood dragon over a hundred zhang long.

As soon as the flood dragon appeared, it raised a claw and swiped at the air. A deafening boom echoed as a crimson misty claw, spanning an acre in size, materialized and fearlessly met the five golden lights.

*Thud!*

The five heavy weapons trembled and reverted to their original forms, suspended mid-air by the crimson misty claw.

The three faces of the Vajra Demon God revealed astonishment. Given its current physical might, it knew full well the terrifying power behind that strike.

Seeing this, Ma Liang relaxed slightly. His sleeves flickered as several deep-blue talismans swiftly slapped onto his body, dissolving into blue mist that seeped into him. His complexion improved instantly, and a vicious glint flashed in his eyes as he glared at Han Li, secretly activating a certain technique.

At that moment, the monstrous flood dragon let out a long roar, its tendrils whipping wildly before transforming into countless scorching rays that shot toward Han Li.

The Vajra Demon God’s two hands moved, its heavy weapons vanishing. Forming another hand seal, a massive golden beetle materialized before it with a *bang*. The beetle blurred slightly, morphing into a golden shield that shielded Han Li.

The scorching rays struck the shield like rain against a fence, producing a series of explosive sounds. Aside from a few inch-deep holes, the shield remained unscathed.

While Han Li’s attention was drawn to the frontal assault, a shadowy figure suddenly emerged from the void above him, darting toward the central head of the Vajra Demon God, bypassing its protective aura.

*Thud! Thud!*

The two side heads of the Vajra Demon God abruptly turned inward, black energy condensing between their brows as a third demonic eye appeared on each. Two black beams shot out, striking the shadowy figure with pinpoint accuracy.

A scream erupted as the shadowy figure was torn apart by the black beams, a house-sized black hole forming behind it before it was violently sucked in and vanished.

Almost simultaneously, Ma Liang clutched his head in agony, his face contorted in pain.

Han Li glanced coldly at Ma Liang. The fool had dared to attack with a wisp of his soul—truly seeking death. Even if that soul fragment hadn’t been shredded by the spatial force of his demonic eyes, it had been cast into a spatial rift. Without an anchor, it would soon dissipate entirely.

As Han Li pondered this, the central head of the Vajra Demon God opened its mouth and spat a silver fireball downward. The fireball spun once before transforming into a silver firebird a foot long, its gleaming feathers adorned with faint golden runes.

The Vajra Demon God pointed a finger downward and uttered, “Go.”

The silver firebird spread its wings, the runes on its feathers rapidly expanding as its body swelled to over a hundred zhang in size. With a clear cry, it dove downward.

Without hesitation, the monstrous flood dragon opened its maw and spewed a thick crimson beam, striking the firebird squarely.

A muffled *boom* echoed as the golden runes on the firebird’s body flickered slightly. The crimson beam vanished into it, causing the bird to swell even larger.

“Spirit Devouring Flame—it’s a Spirit Devouring Firebird!” The flood dragon recoiled in shock, its voice laced with fury and a hint of fear, its earlier composure gone.

The silver firebird ignored it, flapping its wings once more to close the distance, unleashing a wave of silver flames.

The flood dragon shrieked, coiling into a massive crimson sphere, its tendrils forming a crimson barrier to shield itself.

The silver flames clashed with the barrier, erupting into a dazzling display of silver and red light, locked in a stalemate.

Han Li inwardly nodded. His Spirit Devouring Firebird naturally devoured flames, and after its recent evolution, its suppression of fire-attribute spiritual beasts had grown even more pronounced. It was the perfect counter to Huoxuzi.

“To think you’ve cultivated both the Spirit Devouring Flame and the Annihilation Demon Eyes to such heights. It seems I have no choice but to go all out,” Ma Liang said eerily calmly, his pain fading as he observed the battle between the flood dragon and the firebird.

“Hmph, show me whatever tricks you have left,” the Vajra Demon God snorted, swinging its weapons down without hesitation.

Ma Liang blurred and vanished, reappearing elsewhere with a golden pill in hand, wreathed in milky-white auspicious energy and exuding a sandalwood fragrance.

“Never thought I’d be forced to consume a True Soul Pill. Rest assured, I won’t let you die quickly—I’ll make you experience every torment known to existence,” Ma Liang spat through gritted teeth before swallowing the pill.

A deafening roar erupted as sandalwood fragrance billowed from his body, followed by milky-white spiritual mist that engulfed him, forming a vast sea of white fog.

A ripple in space—

The Vajra Demon God appeared nearby, its five golden weapons sweeping toward the fog with a thunderous roar.

*Thud!*

The weapons struck something within the fog before rebounding. Han Li frowned slightly, blowing a gust of wind that dispersed the fog, revealing the truth within.

Beside Ma Liang stood a black-skinned youth identical in appearance but with ink-dark skin, his arm bent unnaturally as he retracted it.

The five weapons had been blocked by that arm.

“Pathetic. To summon me for a mere lower realm existence. Fine, for the offerings you’ve provided over the years, I’ll help you dispose of this brat,” the black-skinned youth sneered, shaking his arm as it snapped back into place.

“Brother Demon, leave his Nascent Soul intact. After paying such a price, I must vent my rage, or my cultivation will stagnate,” Ma Liang growled.

“Ha, as you wish,” the youth chuckled.

“An Outer Realm Demon!” the Vajra Demon God boomed, its six eyes flashing blue.

“Clever guess, but no reward!” The youth lunged forward like an arrow, phasing through the five weapons as if intangible, piercing straight through the Vajra Demon God’s torso.

The weapons shattered, and a gaping hole appeared in the demon god’s abdomen, spewing black flames that consumed the surrounding void.

Ma Liang burst into maniacal laughter—

But then, a calm voice echoed through the air: “Vortex of Golden Light.”

The words sent a searing pain through Ma Liang’s skull. He screamed, doubling over in agony.

Simultaneously, a three-headed, six-armed shadow materialized above him. Five of its arms hurled golden orbs that exploded into a massive golden vortex, its terrifying energy freezing the space below.

Ma Liang found himself immobilized.

The shadow’s sixth arm, wielding a wooden sword, swung—

A hum of heaven and earth’s energy—

A dark-green thread flashed, slicing through Ma Liang’s protective aura and severing his head cleanly.

*Thud!*

The headless body collapsed.