Chapter 1059: Red-Crying Drum

At the same moment Han Li released his flying sword, he was secretly communicating with Silvermoon through divine sense.

“If I sever that black wolf head, can I truly temporarily expel the ancient demon ancestor’s split soul? There mustn’t be any mistake, lest we make things worse. Why didn’t that Longmeng try to seize the body first?”

“Rest assured. Since it’s restrained by the Demon-Sealing Rings, it means this demon cannot break free from the rings’ control, nor can its demonic soul escape the wolf head. As long as the demonic soul leaves the body temporarily, I’m confident I can reclaim my original body. As for Longmeng, although her divine sense is immensely powerful, she doesn’t possess weapons infused with Gold Essence. Ordinary treasures can’t harm the Silver Wolf’s body in the slightest. Moreover, she wouldn’t dare compete with the demonic soul for control while the body is saturated with demonic energy—she’d almost certainly be at a severe disadvantage. Of course, she didn’t anticipate that you, Master, possess so many flying swords infused with Gold Essence. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have given up this opportunity so easily to chase after some Heaven-reaching Spiritual Treasure,” Silvermoon swiftly explained.

Hearing this, Han Li took a deep breath and hesitated no longer.

After all, Silvermoon was his artifact spirit. If she could reclaim her body and greatly enhance her power, he was more than willing.

Immediately, he formed hand seals, and all his flying swords soared into the sky. Amidst a flash of golden light, they merged into a single massive golden sword. With a light tap of his finger, the sword emitted a low thunderous rumble, its surface crackling with golden lightning. A burst of silver light erupted from its tip, revealing a silver wolf head that vanished in a flash.

Silvermoon had directly attached her artifact spirit form to the giant sword, both to amplify its power and to allow her to instantly enter the Silver Wolf’s body once the black wolf head was severed.

With a command, the giant sword transformed into a golden arc and slashed into the demonic energy. Wherever it passed, lightning flashed, and the black energy was repelled and dispersed. In a few blinks, it reached above the altar and descended toward the motionless giant wolf.

The astonishing action of the golden sword naturally stunned the humans and demons battling over the two spiritual treasures in the air.

The “Hua Tianqi” possessed by Longmeng was initially shocked but soon sneered coldly.

She naturally didn’t believe a mere mid-Nascent Soul cultivator’s flying sword could harm the Silver Wolf’s body in the slightest.

However, as this thought crossed her mind, an astonishing scene unfolded below.

Just as the giant sword was about to strike the black wolf’s neck, the seemingly immobile wolf suddenly leaped up, narrowly avoiding the blade.

Everyone, including Han Li, was dumbfounded.

“Not good! This demon was pretending earlier! The Demon-Sealing Rings didn’t truly restrain it!” Xuan Qingzi exclaimed in alarm. Qimiao Zhenren’s expression also turned grim, but he stubbornly formed hand seals and chanted incantations, reactivating the five emerald rings on the wolf’s body.

The rings glowed brightly and tightened again, but this time, the black wolf head lowered slightly, glanced at the rings with a mocking glint in its eyes, and let out no cries of pain. Instead, it stomped its four paws onto the altar.

Instantly, an inky black light erupted from the wolf, enveloping it before vanishing into its massive body.

In an instant, the Silver Wolf’s originally gleaming silver fur darkened, turning pitch black except for the other silver wolf head.

“A demonized body! When did it complete the demonization?!”

“Hua Tianqi” in the air paled, her face filled with disbelief.

Almost simultaneously, the black wolf head raised its neck and spat out concentric rings of black ripples.

The ripples were silent and seemingly harmless, but when they touched the five emerald rings, the rings’ spiritual light flickered before shattering into pieces. The five Demon-Sealing Rings were instantly destroyed.

The golden giant sword, having missed its strike and hovering above, immediately retreated like it had encountered a scorpion.

The wolf let out a piercing howl, and the previously dispersed demonic energy surged anew, enveloping the sword in an attempt to trap it.

Han Li’s expression changed drastically. Without hesitation, he activated the sword’s hidden power, unleashing a portion of its Evil-Warding Divine Lightning.

With a thunderous roar, a massive golden lightning ball formed on the sword’s surface before exploding with a deafening blast.

Countless arcs of lightning scattered, dissolving the surrounding demonic energy and creating a large clearing. The sword seized the opportunity, buzzing as it transformed into a golden streak and shot back to Han Li’s side.

“Evil-Warding Divine Lightning… and so much of it,” the giant wolf muttered in surprise, giving Han Li a deep look.

Han Li remained expressionless, but his heart chilled.

The strange black ripples from the wolf’s mouth, though formidable, were slow and short-ranged, dissipating after traveling about thirty zhang.

Meanwhile, Qimiao Zhenren and the others broke out in cold sweat, inwardly thanking their luck.

This Yuancha Saint’s avatar was cunning beyond measure. It could have shattered the Demon-Sealing Rings at any time but feigned weakness to lure them into fighting among themselves. Had Han Li not inadvertently forced its true form to reveal itself, they might have suffered casualties vying for the spiritual treasures, leaving the survivors too weakened to oppose the demon.

Now, they exchanged glances and scattered.

Though the Heaven-reaching Spiritual Treasures were precious, none could subdue them quickly. The immediate priority was dealing with the powerful enemy.

At that moment, the giant wolf’s purple eyes flashed coldly. It raised a paw and slashed at the air, sending five zhang-long claw streaks that vanished instantly.

A woman’s scream followed.

The others turned to see Lady Mu, who had been entangled with her junior sister while controlling the golden shuttle, bisected by the suddenly appearing claw streaks. Her protective silk and spiritual light had offered no resistance.

Her Nascent Soul fled the corpse in panic, hesitating briefly as it glanced at the golden shuttle, as if wanting to retrieve it before escaping.

But that moment of hesitation sealed its fate.

The nearby demonic energy churned, forming a black hand that snatched the Nascent Soul and dragged it back into the darkness.

“Stop!” Xuan Qingzi, usually composed and dignified, roared in fury, his face livid. He channeled all his power into his ancient sword and slashed wildly downward.

In an instant, his Tian’a Divine Sword conjured countless sword shadows, forming a mountain-like mass of deep yellow sword light that crashed down with terrifying momentum, as if he would risk his life to save Lady Mu’s Nascent Soul.

Han Li was taken aback, but the others were happy to let the old man lead the charge.

“Hua Tianqi” and the Corpse Bear exchanged glances before attacking from both sides—one with a blood light, the other with a giant white hand.

Qimiao Zhenren, however, frowned slightly, recalling rumors about Lady Mu and the old man. His expression turned peculiar, but after a brief thought, he produced a half-chi-long red drum.

The drum pulsed with crimson light, as if forged from flames. The moment it appeared, the temperature within a several dozen zhang radius skyrocketed, making everyone feel as if they were standing beside a furnace.

“Chiming Drum!” Lin Yinping, who had suffered minor losses in the earlier struggle for the spiritual treasures, exclaimed in shock.

The Spirit Rhinoceros Peacock carrying the Xu youth hovered above her, its eyes equally surprised.

Han Li sensed the terrifying fire spiritual power within the drum, comparable to the Three Flames Fan, and his heart trembled. The words “Heaven-reaching Spiritual Treasure imitation” flashed through his mind.

“Fellow Daoist Han, your Evil-Warding Divine Lightning is highly effective against demonic energy. Join the attack while I cover you with this drum,” the middle-aged scholar said expressionlessly, holding the drum.

Han Li’s pupils contracted slightly. At that moment, the old man’s overwhelming sword energy clashed with the surging demonic energy below.

A thunderous boom erupted as sword light and demonic energy intertwined, locked in a stalemate. When “Hua Tianqi’s” white hand and the Corpse Bear’s blood blade joined the fray, the giant wolf spat out black beams of light, effortlessly blocking them.

Not stopping there, the now pitch-black wolf shook its head and spat out two dark blobs.

The blobs landed, rolled in the demonic energy, and transformed into two humanoid creatures with eagle wings.

These demons resembled young men with black eagle wings and hooked noses, wielding dark greatswords. With a flap of their wings, they charged toward the Silver-Winged Nightfiend and the Lion Hawk, who had already destroyed most of a stone pillar.

Before reaching the two demons, the eagle-winged creatures swung their swords, unleashing a barrage of black blade streaks.