Published: September 9, 2025
Chapter 847: The Reappearance of the Demonic Sword
After the demonic soul transformed once again, it let out a sinister laugh before its figure flickered like a light breeze and vanished.
The heavenly doom demonic corpse, which had been motionless in front of Han Li, suddenly let out a low roar and its two arms moved abruptly.
Countless jade-green claw shadows sliced through the air with a “shh” sound, descending to envelop the area in front.
Dark light flickered as the demonic soul’s two-headed, four-armed figure appeared ghostlike amidst the claw shadows.
A fierce look flashed across the demonic soul’s malevolent ghost face. One arm gently waved toward the claw shadows, instantly intensifying the density of the green claws. The sharp sound of claws tearing through air grew even sharper, erupting in front of the demonic soul.
Upon slight contact, the dark light easily tore apart the green claw shadows. Then, the arm bizarrely swelled several feet, transforming into a dark shadow that plunged its five fingers into the corpse ghoul’s chest, which was as hard as metal and stone.
As the fingers retracted, they tore out a blood hole as wide as a bowl. Black corpse blood gushed out.
Such a grievous wound would normally be fatal for an ordinary cultivator, but for the demonic corpse, it only caused intense chest pain. Instead, it incited a frenzy!
Not only did it not retreat, one arm flashed with green light in an instant, transforming into a three-colored spike several feet long, which it lunged forward with.
The demonic soul let out a soft “hmm,” seemingly surprised by the corpse ghoul’s strong vitality or perhaps astonished by the suddenly manifested spike.
But after the light sound, the demonic soul sneered coldly.
Its two arms moved phantom-like toward its chest. When the three-colored spike arrived, it was immediately clamped tightly by two palms covered in black hard shells, unable to advance an inch.
Then a sinister smile curled at the corner of the ghostly face’s mouth. Both hands suddenly grasped and twisted hard, attempting to snap the conical spike in two.
With a light “puff” sound, the spike shattered on its own before the enormous force could take effect. A cloud of three-colored golddevourer worms abruptly appeared there, and the demonic soul unceremoniously dove headfirst into it.
Such a close range and such a bizarre sudden change. Even the demonic soul, which had pushed its demonic technique to the extreme, was greatly shocked.
Just as the cloud of worms was about to descend, a fierce look flashed across the demonic soul’s face. It suddenly opened its mouth, releasing circles of black shockwaves that instantly enveloped the nearby cloud of three-colored worms.
A strange scene unfolded.
The tricolor golddevourer worms froze the moment they were trapped in the black ripple circle. Then came muffled pops as the insects burst open one by one, turning into a sky full of blood mist that drifted and dissipated.
After all, the tricolor golddevourer worms weren't as sturdy as the golden ones. This cloud of insects was forcibly shattered down to the last one by the demonic soul’s demonic voice. Not a single one remained.
At this moment, the corpse ghoul’s other arm lunged forward.
An expression of impatience flashed across the demonic soul’s face. It immediately grew cold and disappeared from its position. The next moment, it suddenly appeared behind the corpse ghoul with a black fist.
With a seemingly slow movement, for some reason, the demonic corpse only managed to turn its head aside before the fist arrived right in front of it.
At the same time, a black bone spike about a foot long suddenly sprang from the fist, forcefully piercing one side of the corpse ghoul’s skull and exiting from the other side. The corpse ghoul shuddered, and all its movements ceased.
The demonic soul smiled darkly as black flames suddenly appeared on the bone spike, roaring fiercely.
Retracting the spike, the corpse ghoul’s figure flickered several times within the black flames before plunging toward the ground.