Chapter 776: Blood Demon and Stone Giant

The Tai Zhen Seven Cultivation Scripture and the Yin-Yang Twin Demons joined forces against the Muran Holy Bird, but after only a short while, they once again fell on the defensive.

The Twin Demons fared better—their ghostly cultivation methods were bizarrely potent; their combined corpse-laden wind blasts still managed to hold their ground within the green flames.

But the Tai Zhen Seven, already weakened by massive depletion of magic power, finally could no longer hold out.

Especially two of the elderly cultivators: one had a face flushed crimson, his spiritual radiance flickering dim and bright; the other's face was as white as paper, with faint white breaths ebbing and flowing from his nose and mouth.

This was clearly the sign of extreme spiritual power exhaustion, even the use of a secret technique to ignite latent potential.

Han Li frowned, glanced at the chaotic battlefield before him where cultivators fought fiercely, then looked toward the woman of the Yue clan, who stood unwaveringly before the ancient lamp.

"Watch the Ti Hun Beast—don't let it come to harm. If danger becomes dire, recall it immediately. For now, I'll lend you the Ming Hun Pearl. I'm going to destroy that ancient lamp." Han Li spoke in a voice too low to be heard, calmly.

He then raised his hand and tossed a black-gray sphere behind him.

A faint white light flickered, and the pearl vanished instantly.

"Yes, Master, be careful! That peacock's abilities are truly formidable." From the empty space behind Han Li came Yin Yue's worried voice.

Han Li nodded expressionlessly; once he confirmed no one nearby was paying attention, his figure blurred, and he vanished from the spot.

Han Li's unnamed Qi Refining technique, derived from the demon race, might not rival Yin Yue's innate concealment arts in hiding form—but in suppressing aura and breath, it was no less effective.

He pushed the unnamed technique to its limit: not only did he fully retract all spiritual energy from his body, he forcibly suppressed even the natural aura he emitted.

Now he had to deceive not just the Yue woman, but also the Muran Holy Bird, whose cultivation base was unfathomable.

Far away, the Yue woman, seeing the emaciated elder and others entangled by Long Han and other cultivators, showed a faint look of anxiety on her face.

Though she still stood guard beside the ancient lamp without moving, she turned her head and shouted several phrases in ancient Muran tongue toward the giant bird on the other side, her expression showing a hint of pleading.

The demonic bird, still spewing green flames, paused momentarily upon hearing these words.

Then it twisted its neck, glancing sideways at the battle group where the emaciated elder fought, its bird eyes revealing a trace of disdain.

It immediately turned its head back, spat several more clusters of green flame, forcing the Tai Zhen Seven into another flurry of frantic evasion, then let out a clear cry and suddenly spread its wings to soar high.

After a brief circle, it lightly shook a single feather of its lustrous, flame-like plumage toward the direction of the elder.

Hundreds of green feathers detached from its body, then flashed with light, transforming into dozens of small green firebirds, each about a foot long.

These hundreds of firebirds, needing no command, chirped noisily, then flapped their wings and shot toward the emaciated elder and his companions.

Seeing this, the Yue woman's heart finally eased.

With these illusionary spirit birds aiding them, the elder's side would surely be safe—victory was merely a matter of time!

Just as this woman's vigilance slackened slightly,

A thunderous roar erupted from the center of the battlefield.

Startled and puzzled, the Yue woman hurriedly looked over.

Han Li, who had just flown out, was cautiously approaching near the Yue woman; hearing the sound, he too turned in surprise.

There, at the battlefield's center, another crucial duel was unfolding.

There, the Ten Thousand Souls Array, jointly operated by dozens of Ghost Spirit Gate disciples, had finally halted; the ghostly mist it produced floated motionless in midair.

Before the mist stood several Muran Grand Masters' combined creation: a colossal stone giant, a phantom spirit beast.

This puppet-like stone giant, under the Muran Grand Masters' command, had crushed the other Tiannan cultivators surrounding it; with no other enemies nearby, it naturally blocked the Ghost Spirit Gate cultivators hiding within the Ten Thousand Souls Array.

The previous thunderous sound came from the stone giant, under Muran spellcasters' control, slamming its palm down upon the ghost mist.

Before the palm even reached, countless boulder-sized stones rolled down from between its fingers.

Even though the Ghost Spirit Gate disciples within the Ten Thousand Souls Array had full confidence in their formation's defenses, they dared not withstand these boulders head-on; they immediately cried out in unison and maneuvered the ghost mist to dodge aside.

But after shooting dozens of zhang away, they halted again.

By now, after so long a battle between Tiannan and Muran, both spellcasters and cultivators understood this conflict had reached its most critical juncture. Thus, the Ghost Spirit Gate Elder commanding the Ten Thousand Souls Array, after a brief thought, decided to unleash the formation's ultimate weapon at any cost.

Before the stone giant could pursue, a low chant rose from within the ghost mist, followed by a piercing scream; a streak of crimson light shot skyward from the mist.

Then, as if infected, the dark, sinister mist suddenly turned blood-red under the chanting.

The two Muran Grand Masters standing on the stone giant's shoulders both showed expressions of shock and suspicion.

Moments later, the chanting abruptly ceased.

Then, as the blood mist churned violently, dozens of differently colored aura trails fled from within like creatures escaping death.

They were the Ghost Spirit Gate cultivators.

This left the two Muran Grand Masters utterly baffled.

At that moment, the abandoned blood mist came alive on its own, morphing into countless uneven tentacles that writhed wildly in place, rapidly shrinking and condensing toward its center.

The Ghost Spirit Gate Elder who had commanded the Ten Thousand Souls Array flew fifty to sixty zhang away, then halted with a spin.

He glanced back at the blood mist with a strange expression, thinking inwardly:

"Having absorbed so much spellcaster blood, plus a willing vessel for blood sacrifice—this time, it should not fail!"

As this Ghost Spirit Gate Elder felt unease, the blood mist had shrunk by more than half and continued to writhe.

The two Muran spellcasters controlling the stone giant, seeing this, hardened their resolve; they no longer hesitated and immediately urged the stone giant to crush down with a single foot.

Suddenly, a chilling wind swept across the ground—dark, yellow, icy cold, so thick it nearly blinded vision.

The stone giant's movement slowed slightly, but instantly resumed normalcy.

When the Muran spellcasters regained their sight and looked again, they were astonished: the former blood mist was now completely encircled by a swirling mass of yellowish mist, rendering its interior utterly invisible.

But at that moment, the Huang Feng was violently torn open, and a blood-red shadow shot out from within.

The two Muran Grand Masters Kanqinglenayingzidemianronghou ， Lianseyibian ， Daoxileyikouliangqi 。

It was a blood-red demon, over ten zhang tall!

This demon had two curved horns on its head, a horse's tail, two rows of gleaming, razor-sharp fangs; its thick, tree-trunk-like arms were sheathed in semi-transparent, fine scales, and its ten fingers ended in needle-like points.

Compared to ordinary cultivators, this demon was already a colossal beast—but against the nearly hundred-zhang-tall stone giant, it seemed insignificant.

Yet the demon showed no fear whatsoever; the moment it appeared, it let out a deafening howl toward the sky, then fixed its gaze on the stone giant with icy eyes.

It lowered its head slightly and shot forward like a released arrow, instantly reaching the stone giant's calf; one claw opened wide and slashed fiercely at the giant's leg.

Large chunks of stone immediately tumbled down.

The two Muran Grand Masters naturally would not allow this to continue; instantly, the stone giant's two massive hands clenched into fists and slammed downward with lightning speed.

The blood demon was struck back over ten zhang, even losing half its head entirely.

But the demon rolled over and rose as if nothing had happened; its mangled head flashed with bloodlight and restored itself instantly.

Then it charged again toward the stone giant.

The two Muran Grand Masters controlling the stone giant were both shocked and furious; they continued commanding the phantom spirit beast to grapple with the demon while releasing their own magic treasures to assist in the attack.

Instantly, they clashed fiercely.

Meanwhile, the Ghost Spirit Gate cultivators who had fled earlier now turned back and unhesitatingly joined the assault against the stone giant and the Muran spellcasters.

There, thunderous roars never ceased, and bloodlight flashed incessantly.

The Yue woman, watching this, frowned, her eyes darting as she stared at the scene without speaking.

As a Muran Grand Master, she naturally understood the immense power of the stone giant; seeing the Tiannan cultivators summon a demon that could stand toe-to-toe with it, she was genuinely surprised.

Yet she felt no excessive concern.

As long as the stone giant could hold out for just a little longer, the Muran Holy Bird she had summoned would eliminate those opponents.

Then victory would be assured.

Thinking thus, she glanced again at the giant bird nearby.

As if sensing the critical moment, the demonic bird finally channeled all its fire spiritual energy, turning the hundred-zhang radius into a sea of green flame.

Just now, its unexpected massive wing flap had shattered the combined assault of the seven elders and the Twin Demons.

The fire sea beneath it instantly split into two sections, trapping each group within separate flames.

Then, it devoted a small portion of its effort to the Twin Demons, concentrating the bulk of its assault on the Tai Zhen Seven.

This left the seven Tai Zhen Elders silently cursing their fate—each moment brought them closer to death!

Seeing this, the Yue woman's heart relaxed.

She turned to look at the nine ancient lamps before her; seeing that the lamp oil still remained half-full, her confidence deepened further.

Suddenly, her delicate brows lifted, her eyes narrowed, and in a flash, one hand snatched a flame from one of the ancient lamps, flicked it lightly in her palm—the flame vanished within a green glow.

Over thirty zhang away, a green light flashed, and a cry of surprise rang out.

A figure materialized, his body shimmering with green light, completely enclosed in a sheath of flame-turned-green aura.

Without even looking up, the Yue woman swiftly formed a hand seal.

"Puff!" The man burst into flames within the green aura, letting out a single scream before instantly being reduced to ash by the terrifying lamp flame.

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