Chapter 546

More than twenty days passed, and within the barrier, the winds and storms had vanished completely, revealing a pair of silver-white feathered wings.

Made primarily from the bones of the Lei Peng, with other spiritual bird materials as flesh and blood, and the wind-thunder forces transformed into feathers.

Thus, a pair of wind-thunder wings was formed!

Now, the spiritual wings seemed to be complete.

But in truth, the wind-thunder forces on each individual feather had only just taken shape and were not yet stabilized.

Thus, despite having expended most of their magic power, Feng Xi and the two other demons forced themselves to pour more wind-thunder spiritual energy into the barrier, fearing all their efforts would be wasted.

Yet at the same time, Feng Xi felt a deep sense of frustration.

He had originally believed that acquiring three drops of spiritual fluid from other demonic cultivators was more than sufficient to prevent excessive depletion of his power.

But he had not anticipated that the actual refinement of these wind-thunder wings would consume far more spiritual energy than he had imagined.

Fortunately, given the current situation, even at the cost of some primordial energy, he could barely hold out until the end.

Otherwise, if the refinement failed due to this reason, he had nowhere to buy regret pills.

Just as this ninth-level demonic cultivator silently sighed in relief, he suddenly sensed an unusual spiritual energy fluctuation within the artifact-refining chamber.

Though brief and faint, it was extraordinarily pure.

Feng Xi's expression changed slightly; his cold gaze swept across the room and settled on Han Li, his face darkening.

Han Li's face turned pale; he forced a smile.

But the demon glared at him with icy eyes, showing no expression whatsoever.

"Hand it over!" the demon said flatly.

"What is the elder requesting?"

Han Li's expression grew even more strained; a forced, unnatural look crossed his face as he subtly pulled one hand into his sleeve.

Feng Xi narrowed his eyes; a glint of cold light flashed within them.

Suddenly, without a word, he raised one finger. A blinding white light emerged from its tip, flickering dimly and brightly.

Seeing this from within the formation, Han Li froze for a moment—then let out a horrific scream and collapsed backward to the ground.

His limbs convulsed uncontrollably; his face turned black and purple, twisted in unbearable agony.

"Hmph! You refuse the cup of wine, so you'll drink the cup of punishment!" Feng Xi's face twisted with menace; his cold gaze fell on a small vial that had fallen from Han Li's sleeve. His expression shifted with surprise, and with a single hand gesture, the vial flew instantly into his grasp.

"How does the Wind Spirit Force feel? Just moments ago, you appeared nearly depleted of power—yet now your magic power has recovered considerably. This vial must contain some kind of spiritual medicine. Are you planning to use this moment of our weakness to restore your strength and escape?" The Wind Splitter glanced at Han Li and spoke bluntly.

Han Li, having just managed to stand up as the demon ceased his spell, heard these words. Instantly, his face turned ashen, as if his secret plot had been exposed.

"You've got a bit of cleverness. Let me see what's in this vial. I've never heard of anything besides ten-thousand-year spiritual fluid that can instantly restore spiritual power." Feng Xi examined the vial, idly tossing it in his hand, murmuring.

"I've never heard of such a thing either. But perhaps it's exactly what we need." The Poisonous Dragon, standing across from him, added with a look of curiosity.

At this moment, he and the Tortoise Demon were still continuously injecting various spell seals into the bone wings to accelerate the solidification of the wind-thunder forces. Though he appeared slightly stronger than the Tortoise Demon, his magic power had also been greatly depleted—he was merely clinging on.

Feng Xi paused at these words, then suddenly had an idea and pried open the vial's cap.

A pure stream of spiritual energy rushed into his nostrils!

The demon glanced into the vial, then sniffed lightly with his pointed nose; a strange expression appeared on his face.

"Well? What is it?" This time, the Tortoise Demon, unable to contain himself, demanded.

"You tell him," Feng Xi said, glancing at Han Li with indifference.

"It's spiritual fluid diluted with one drop of ten-thousand-year spiritual fluid," Han Li replied dejectedly, reluctantly.

"What? This is also ten-thousand-year spiritual fluid?" The Tortoise Demon's spirits instantly lifted in delighted shock.

Of the three demons, he had the lowest magic power and had no confidence he could endure until the end—hence his overwhelming joy.

"Hmph. There must be other ingredients mixed in. The color is slightly greenish, and there's too much wood spiritual energy." Feng Xi scrutinized the half-bottle of fluid, his eyes flickering with suspicion.

"I added some aged spiritual herbs to it, and since my own cultivation is wood-elemental, the more wood spiritual energy, the better." Han Li gave a bitter laugh and answered frankly.

Feng Xi frowned at this, about to ask further questions, when the Tortoise Demon suddenly shouted out.

"Brother Feng, quickly pass me the spiritual fluid—I need to take a sip! You know, even though we can barely hold on, we're draining our primordial energy, and afterward, our cultivation will regress! I must restore some spiritual power!" The Tortoise Demon, fearing Feng Xi might refuse, grew anxious.

"I know this well, but this spiritual fluid…?" The humanoid Wind Splitter hesitated.

"Feng Brother! Even from this distance, I sensed the purity of the spiritual energy inside—it's definitely ten-thousand-year spiritual fluid. Even if someone tampered with it, do you think we care about poison? Besides, my true form is a Poisonous Dragon that has devoured every poison under heaven. If there's poison in this vial, it won't fool me." The Poisonous Dragon fell silent for a moment, then spoke up.

Clearly, he too did not wish to continue draining his primordial energy.

"Hah! I nearly forgot your Poisonous Dragon brother's innate talent for detecting poison. If so, I too am running low on magic power. Let's divide the fluid equally among the three of us. That way, when this treasure is completed, none of us will have lost too much primordial energy." Feng Xi chuckled, then his eyes flickered slightly as he added, "I'll take the first third." He tipped his head back and drank more than a third of the fluid, then tossed the vial cheerfully to the Poisonous Dragon.

As a ninth-level demonic beast, he had no fear of poison—but the spiritual energy within the fluid was genuine, and he certainly didn't intend to let it go.

The Poisonous Dragon took the vial without comment, drank half of what remained, then tossed it to the Tortoise Demon.

The Tortoise Demon greedily drained the entire contents in one gulp, then casually tossed the empty vial aside.

Soon, all three felt faint but distinct pulses of restored magic power; each let out a sigh of relief. Feng Xi's lingering doubts vanished completely.

But at that very moment, the Poisonous Dragon's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he sent a silent message to Feng Xi:

"The refinement has reached this stage—this human cultivator is no longer of any use. Let me eliminate him. A human lingering nearby is utterly intolerable!"

No sooner had he spoken than he cast a cold, piercing glance at Han Li, his eyes brimming with lethal intent.

"Don't touch him yet! Though we won't need wood spiritual energy in the coming days, it's better to be cautious. Wait until the spiritual wings are fully forged, then kill him." Feng Xi's gaze also flickered briefly over Han Li, then he spoke coldly.

"Fine. Let this human live a few more days!" The Poisonous Dragon's tone was displeased, but he ultimately relented.

Han Li saw only their lips move slightly and could not discern the exact words exchanged.

But seeing their hostile gazes fixed upon him, he secretly guessed the truth—and a chill ran through his body, raising every hair.

He frowned, thought for a moment, then without a word, sat cross-legged on the spot and slowly closed his eyes, appearing as if resigned to his fate.

The three demons stared, momentarily stunned, but paid him no further attention, refocusing entirely on the floating spiritual wings.

In truth, Han Li's heart was pounding violently.

He was slowly activating the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword within his body, sending out fine, threadlike pale-gold lightning arcs, controlling them so they wouldn't explode. Like a golden silkworm spinning silk, he wrapped the Wind Spirit Force implanted by the elder demon in layer upon layer of exorcising divine thunder golden threads.

The Wind Spirit Force was far beyond Han Li's current cultivation level to purify, and could not be cleansed by the exorcising divine thunder alone.

But temporarily restraining it, preventing it from activating—he had some confidence, drawing on his experience with the Bound Blue Ice Pearl.

At this moment, the Tortoise Demon had regained a portion of his spiritual power and was effortlessly continuing to pour energy into the barrier. He glanced at the Poisonous Dragon, as if remembering something, and opened his mouth to speak.

But as soon as his lips parted, his expression suddenly changed, his eyes revealing a strange glint.

The Tortoise Demon halted his spell seals and collapsed onto the ground, mouth gaping wide, yet uttering no sound.

A shocking scene unfolded.

His abdomen swelled grotesquely in an instant.

Then his head and limbs followed, bulging and distorting as if an evil spirit had suddenly been born inside his body, straining to burst through his flesh.

Seeing this, the Poisonous Dragon and Feng Xi both turned pale.

They simultaneously thought of the diluted spiritual fluid in Han Li's vial.

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