Published: March 3, 2025
Chapter 802: Blood Burning Divine Transformation Secret Technique (For Alliance Leader Guo Ke's Additional Chapter!!)
“Bang Bang!”
In the Fourth Gale Layer, the unceasing gale's might had reached the level of a fourth stage lower grade spell.
Even yuan ying cultivators had to respond with caution and could not stay here for too long.
Liu Yu raised a black shield, allowing the gales to strike against it, creating a continuous booming sound.
Feeling the surging magical power in his dantian, he felt no sense of security at all.
The pursuit of old demon qingyang was like a maggot on bone; there was no escaping it, regardless of whether he fled to the heavens or the earth.
At this moment, he had a feeling that there was nowhere to run.
Even if he wanted to fight with all his might, it was still beyond his reach.
“Bang Bang Bang~”
Two hundred miles away, Liu Yu floated in mid-air, holding the Nine Palace Azure Yang Lamp in his hand, sustaining a shield made of azure yang devil fire.
The gale from the fourth layer struck the shield, causing ripples, yet it could not break through the flame shield's defense.
His spiritual consciousness and perception spread out, probing Fu Qingshan’s position and condition, and Liu Yu remained extremely calm.
If the enemy advances, I retreat; if the enemy retreats, I advance.
He always maintained an appropriate distance and would never recklessly engage in a duel of magic, giving his opponent the chance to fight back desperately.
Once Fu Qingshan's secret technique effects ended, he still couldn't escape; the moment his spiritual consciousness locked on, the positions of both sides in this attack and defense had already reversed!
Since the initiative was in his hands, Liu Yu would of course make good use of it, to maximize the effect.
After all, he was a millennium-old demon; who knew what dangerous means he had yet to unleash? It was better to be careful to avoid being dragged down by a final counterattack.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths.
With the passage of time, Fu Qingshan's spiritual pressure continued to decline.
It quickly dropped from about the sixth layer of yuan ying to the fifth layer.
About thirty breaths later, it fell to the fourth layer of yuan ying, and thus there was no longer a downward trend.
“It seems this is the limit.”
“From peak mid-stage to newly advanced mid-stage, the aftereffects are indeed quite serious.”
Holding the Nine Palace Azure Yang Lamp, this thought flashed through Liu Yu's mind.
His extremely keen spiritual perception allowed him to accurately assess the opponent's condition, and his high attainment in the Primordial Spirit enabled him to firmly lock onto his target.
To reduce consumption, Liu Yu had retracted the “Qingyang Nebula” at this time; after all, maintaining the nebula body consumed a lot.
“It’s time.”
A cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.
With a flash of escape light, he entered the range of two hundred miles, rushing towards the target his spiritual consciousness had locked onto.
“Bang Bang~”
Activating the Nine Palace Azure Yang Lamp to hold up the fire shield, Liu Yu charged directly through the Fourth Gale Layer.
In an instant, the booming sound rose and fell in succession.
For him now, the threat from the fourth layer of gales was minimal; with just his physical body, he could handle it.
The distance of one or two hundred miles was quickly crossed.
Sixty miles away from Fu Qingshan, Liu Yu’s escape light converged, revealing his form, and he narrowed his eyes to assess his current opponent.
The black tattoos on half of the opponent's face had somehow faded from being vibrant to dull.
In his keen perception, all of the opponent's concealments were laid bare; his strength had indeed dropped significantly.
“At this level, there’s no need to use the sword of ruin; my own strength is sufficient to handle it.”
This thought flashed through Liu Yu's mind.
To avoid prolonged nightmarish scenarios, he was already planning to make his move.
Sixty miles away, watching the young qingyang, who acted with exceptional shrewdness, a trace of helplessness flashed in Fu Qingshan’s eyes.