Chapter 429: Falling into a Disadvantage and Struggling to Defend

The loud noise startled everyone present, and Xin Yi was even more anxious than if he were burning.

Ever since he met Zhao Wuyang, the two had almost never been apart; Zhao Wuyang had always been a heartwarming younger brother, so now that he had to face such a formidable enemy, how could Xin Yi not be worried?

Feilian could not help but glance over as well.

In his view, the situation over at Shanglu's side seemed more amusing, and Feilian wished he could go join the fun right now.

After all, tormenting human children was his favorite thing to do.

Compared to those two, although Sangmu was still panting heavily, his expression was much calmer.

It was not that Sangmu was cold-hearted, but the Feilian before them was not easy to deal with; if this mountain could not be pushed over, then no amount of worry would be of any use.

Moreover, Sangmu had witnessed Zhanli's cultivation; the methods Lingxiang used to teach, while contrary to common sense, were quite effective.

Seeing the different expressions on the two men, Feilian's desire to play surged, thinking he should quickly finish off Xin Yi and Sangmu so he could go to Shanglu's side sooner; perhaps he could even catch something fresh.

"Truly two good dogs; you can barely look after yourselves, yet you still have the mind to think of others."

As soon as the words fell, Feilian unleashed his full aura, and the giant sickle in his hand actually began to change.

Strands of silk erupted from the sickle blade, emitting a fluorescent green light; as they tangled and fused, they soon transformed into a pair of wings, and the handle of the blade also emitted a green glow under the wrapping of the silk.

Feilian himself also changed his appearance; long whiskers grew on his face, his entire face became like that of a rat, and a pair of transparent wings stretched out from his back, with every blood vessel clearly visible, looking like a giant fly.

Forget it, forget it; let's just consider it letting these two dogs broaden their horizons before they die.

This was likely Feilian's Demon form.

Sangmu's expression was grave, and he took a deep breath, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent.

Most Demon Race maintain a human form to restrain their power; while this is not necessarily true for all, it is true for the majority, and only a very few, such as Wumingjun, have a human form stronger than their Demon form.

This is likely due to their bloodline; some of the Demon Race lean toward monsters and freaks, so naturally, their Demon form is more advantageous, while others retain more human bloodline.

But Feilian was clearly the former, and now that Feilian was showing his true form, he certainly did not intend to show mercy.

Xin Yi also had his brows locked tight; although he did not know the reason for this, the change in Feilian's Qi made him feel immense danger.

Back when he was in the Demon Race military camp, he had been bullied by Feilian quite a bit, and once, when Xin Yi subconsciously fought back and scratched Feilian, he had felt this kind of aura.

Manic, violent, ruthless... in short, it was a feeling that death was approaching.

Fortunately, Bai Wuchang appeared in time back then, and Xin Yi was able to escape a disaster.

It was just that now, he could only rely on himself.

Just at this moment, Feilian flashed, and his figure vanished.

Sangmu felt a sharp pain under his ribs, and the momentary suffocation made his face twist in agony, but before he could recover, he was sent flying.

After spinning through the air, he finally stopped after crashing into a rock; the pain arrived instantly, and the rock also emitted a cracking sound.

So fast!

But Sangmu had no time to marvel, nor could he care about the pain; he only opened his mouth in agony and braced himself against the ground, attempting to spit out the stifling sensation in his chest.

Just after Sangmu hammered his chest several times, he finally caught his breath; he breathed greedily, but before he could even steady his breathing, the cold sickle blade was already pressed against his neck.

"Hmph! Scum!" Feilian spat out a glob of phlegm heartlessly and tightened the sickle blade without hesitation.

Just as Sangmu thought he was about to lose his life here, a short blade blocked the sickle.

It was fortunate that Xin Yi was constantly holding hand seals and cast Witchcraft at the critical moment, otherwise he really wouldn't have made it in time. "Tsk! Truly a good dog, actually able to keep up with me; it wasn't in vain that that old hag Guihua spent so much effort teaching you for so many years." Feilian laughed coldly, and then vanished again.

But Xin Yi hadn't seen Feilian's movements at all; he had only subconsciously sensed the danger, and the moment Feilian spread his wings, he had already moved.

When it came to speed, he really couldn't compare...

But now, how should he respond?

On this side, Xin Yi and his companion were struggling against Feilian, and Chengkai was not doing much better.

Chengkai watched as Zhanli was knocked flying, and Zhao Wuyang was nowhere to be seen; his heart was filled with mixed emotions. He was about to go to their rescue, but the White-Headed Hou lashed out with a whip, and he had no choice but to roll away to dodge it.

"Just by your own merit, you still have the mind to worry about others?" the White-Headed Hou "coquettishly" said.

Even though he found it ridiculous, Chengkai no longer had the heart to laugh; he only cared about whether Zhao Wuyang was alright.

Although Zhanli was of the Demon Race, he was thin and weak after all, and didn't look like someone powerful; now that the two of them were facing Shanglu, wasn't that like a sheep entering a tiger's den?

Seeing Chengkai distracted, the White-Headed Hou became even angrier.

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A mere mortal dares to ignore her? This is truly outrageous!

Chengkai had no heart to continue the entanglement; he dodged the White-Headed Hou's whip and was preparing to break away when the sound of wind behind his ears suddenly tightened, and he hurriedly turned to dodge.

Just as he rolled over, a giant claw landed in front of Chengkai; the kicked-up dust made him want to sneeze, but before he could retreat, a burning sensation spread across his spine.

A fishy sweetness rose in his throat instantly; after spitting out a mouthful of blood, Chengkai endured the pain and backflipped to withdraw from his position.

Looking up, a phantom image had manifested behind the woman; it was clearly her Demon form, and the giant claw from just now was this shadow.

Chengkai spat out the blood foam in his mouth and raised the Jinglei Staff to block in front of him.

Besides Zhao Wuyang, Chengkai was also a bit worried about Liu Xia; after causing such a big commotion, he didn't know how the battle was going.

He hadn't wanted to tangle with this woman, but she refused to let up; it seemed that if he didn't subdue her first, he wouldn't be able to get away.

But after a mere thought, Chengkai was amused by himself.

Although she was a woman before him, she was also a monster; she was just of the Demon Race, yet he was still thinking about being courteous—his brain must have been covered in lard.

After deciding this, Chengkai twisted his hand seals, leaned forward, and thrust, the tip of the staff pointing straight at the White-Headed Hou.

Bolts of lightning surged from his arms, wrapping around the Jinglei Staff like a Snake, and then sped toward the White-Headed Hou; the peals of thunder were incessant and deafening.

"Hmph! Bluffing things, you dare bring them out to embarrass yourself."

The White-Headed Hou smiled contemptuously, and the phantom long tail behind her flicked, easily scattering all the gathered lightning.

But the moment she raised her tail, Chengkai's staff was already right before her eyes, the sizzling lightning scorching the White-Headed Hou's brows.

Just as Chengkai thought he was about to succeed, his waist was tightly wrapped by the long whip; the White-Headed Hou merely turned, and Chengkai was flung away; not only that, but he also received a heavy palm strike on his back.

This palm struck his previous wound, causing Chengkai to grunt in pain.

A chill spread across his back; the whip from just moments ago had been too ruthless, wounding his flesh, and having taken a palm strike on top of that, he was now bleeding.

That palm strike was no light matter; Chengkai even felt as if his internal organs were being displaced, and he knelt on one knee, leaning on the Jinglei Staff, finding himself unable to stand up for a moment.

He had assumed it was merely a mount, never expecting it to be so difficult to deal with...

The Demon Race truly cannot be underestimated.