Published: March 3, 2025
Chapter 935: The Black Palace
"Poof~~!"
At the moment Liu Yu pierced through the abdomen of the demon, bright red blood gushed out, splattering across Liu Yu's upper body.
The black armor became stained with a layer of dark red, and he was now covered in blood, looking incredibly brutal and bloody.
Like a god, like a demon!
“Hu~”
Gently exhaling a breath of turbid air, a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Liu Yu's mouth.
This kind of straightforward, fist-to-flesh combat made him feel invigorated, every pore in his body expanding in pleasure.
However, from the perspective of others, Liu Yu, covered in blood and wearing a morbid smile, resembled a fiend who took pleasure in slaughter.
Especially with his immense strength, it naturally instilled a sense of cold dread in people, causing them to shudder involuntarily.
A madman!
A demon!
Even his teammates, Huang Mei and the others, couldn’t help but harbor strange thoughts, feeling a bit wary in their hearts.
At this moment, Liu Yu felt completely elated, but the demon Feng Jiuxiao, who had been pierced through the abdomen, was experiencing a rapid decline in spiritual pressure.
In just a short time, he dropped from the peak of the fourth stage to the mid-stage, and then further down to the early stage of the fourth rank.
His demon body stiffened and then began to spasm incessantly, as the fiery red eyes lost their luster.
With the constitution of a fourth-order demonic king, even if his body had a large hole blasted through it, it wasn’t truly a fatal injury.
The reason Feng Jiuxiao reacted this way was that his vital points had been completely grasped.
Liu Yu had pierced his abdomen, and from the other side, he revealed a hand that was holding a mini Fire Phoenix about three feet long.
Though its size had been reduced countless times, it was still recognizable as Feng Jiuxiao’s Primordial Spirit!
With the Primordial Spirit captured, the demon was naturally like fish on the chopping board, awaiting slaughter.
Losing control of his Primordial Spirit, it was no wonder that the demon body instantly lost all power to resist.
“Li~!”
Caught by Liu Yu, Feng Jiuxiao refused to give up, emitting continuous cries of the phoenix as he struggled.
His entire Primordial Spirit was wrapped in purple flames, and suddenly, the fire surged, trying to burst free.
Suddenly, Liu Yu felt a strong power erupting from the palm of his hand.
“Zizi~”
The purple flames burned fiercely, racing up his arm, as if they intended to incinerate him to ashes.
“Heh~”
“Dying struggle.”
Seeing this scene, Liu Yu sneered coldly, showing no signs of panic.
He focused his mind, and the pale golden flames imbued with the "Power of the Sun" began to cover every part of his body, leaving no gaps.
Sixth-grade spiritual fire was not a joking matter; even at the peak of the fourth stage, a star body could not withstand it for long.
If one stubbornly resisted, they might very well meet with disaster.
“Zizi~”
In an instant, the purple and golden flames intertwined in a fierce struggle, with the sounds of crackling and combustion resonating from Liu Yu’s body.
The sixth-grade "Void Purple Flame" was extraordinary, but the pale golden flame with the "Power of the Sun" attribute was even more resilient than imagined.
Although it was nowhere near a match for the Void Purple Flame, it managed to hold on, preventing an instant collapse.
With Liu Yu consuming magical power to maintain it, he securely held the line, not allowing the purple flames to cross a single step.
His right hand pressed down, and the remaining Primordial Spirit of Feng Jiuxiao was immediately suppressed, its momentum dwindling.
No matter how strong the Great Sage Sun was, how could he escape the palm of the Buddha?
“Puff~!”
At that moment, Liu Yu exerted a bit of force, easily extracting Feng Jiuxiao’s Primordial Spirit from its demon body.
Then, with his left hand, he unleashed hundreds of spell gestures, forcing the demon's Primordial Spirit into a deep slumber.