Published: September 2, 2025
Chapter 547: Ambush
More than twenty days passed, and inside the light shield, everything was calm and peaceful. The wild thunder and fierce winds had vanished without a trace, revealing a pair of silver-white wings.
These wings were primarily composed of the bones of the thunder roc, with flesh made from other spiritual bird materials, and the power of wind and thunder transformed into feathers.
In this way, a pair of wings of wind and thunder had been formed!
It seemed that the spiritual wings were almost complete.
But in reality, the wind and thunder power on each long feather had only just begun to take shape and was not yet truly stable.
So Feng Xi and the other two demons, despite having consumed more than half of their magical power, still gritted their teeth and forcibly poured wind and thunder spirit power into the light shield, fearing that all their previous efforts would be wasted.
However, while Feng Xi acted this way, he was somewhat frustrated inside.
He had originally thought that the three drops of spirit medicine traded from other demonic cultivators would be enough to prevent excessive magical power consumption.
But unexpectedly, the actual consumption of spiritual power when refining these wings of wind and thunder far exceeded expectations.
Fortunately, judging by the current situation, even at the cost of some vital energy, they could barely support it to the end.
Otherwise, if the treasure refining failed because of this, he wouldn’t have any chance to regret it.
Just as this ninth-level demonic cultivator silently sighed with relief, he suddenly sensed a strange spiritual energy fluctuation in the refining chamber.
Although it was brief and faint, it was extremely pure.
Feng Xi’s expression changed slightly, and his cold gaze swept across the room, finally resting on Han Li, his face darkening.
Han Li’s expression changed drastically, forcing a smile.
But the demon stared icily at him, showing no expression at all.
“Hand it over!” the demon said blankly.
“What does senior want?” Han Li’s expression grew even more forced, revealing awkwardness, while quietly retracting one hand into his sleeve.
Feng Xi narrowed his eyes, a glint of cold light flashing in his pupils.
Suddenly, without a word, he raised a finger. At the fingertip appeared a blinding white light, flickering dark and bright.
Han Li, standing in the magic formation, was momentarily stunned at the sight, but immediately screamed and collapsed to the ground.
His limbs twitched uncontrollably, his face darkened with pain, filled with unbearable agony.
“Hmph! Refuse a toast and you get the penalty drink!” Feng Xi’s ferocious expression flashed briefly as he coldly looked at a small bottle that had dropped from Han Li’s sleeve. Showing a strange expression, he grabbed it with one hand, and the bottle instantly flew into his palm.
“The taste of wind spirit energy activation isn’t pleasant, is it? You looked like you didn’t have much spiritual power left just now, but now your magical power has recovered quite a bit. It seems the bottle contains some kind of spirit medicine. Fellow cultivator Li, are you planning to restore your power during our magical power depletion and escape?” The riftwind beast glanced at Han Li rudely and said.
Han Li, having just barely gotten to his feet because the demon stopped casting a spell, heard this and instantly turned pale, looking like his scheme had been exposed.
“You’re somewhat clever. I want to see what’s inside the bottle. I haven’t heard of anything besides Ten-Thousand-Year Spiritual Liquid that can instantly replenish magical power,” Feng Xi said, examining the bottle and casually tossing it in one hand as he muttered.
“I haven’t heard of that either. But maybe we could use it,” said the poisonous flood dragon standing opposite, his face curious.
At this time, he and the turtle demon were still continuously shooting various spell formations into the bone wings to accelerate the solidification of the wind and thunder power. Although he seemed stronger than the turtle demon, his magical power was also greatly consumed—they were just barely holding on.