Chapter 3103: ??? Wind Spirit's Demise

e eerily.The azure Abomination King rose into the air, and with a *poof*, a pair of thin wings unfolded on its back. The Ghastly Wings fluttered, sending out a wave of pale blue smoke toward Lu Xia Ti...Seeing Wu Zhongli's attack, Liu Yu and Yang Shao were both shocked. The opponent's aura alone was far from that of an ordinary True Immortal. With the fiery clouds surrounding him, Wu Zhongli's devout expression towards them indicated that he had likely reached the True Desire Realm within the second level of True Immortals, or even touched upon the level of True Madness. Furthermore, Wu Zhongli's attack carried a majestic pressure between heaven and earth, making even someone with greatly enhanced strength feel dwarfed. Such a True Immortal was no ordinary being. When did such a powerful figure appear in this area

Looking at the Wu Yanshan on the Xuanjing Immortal Turtle, his aura was even more condensed. If both of them were such powerful figures, this situation today would truly be impossible to contain.

Yang Shuo's mind raced, and at this moment, he had no intention of going head-to-head with the other party. All he could think about was how to escape as best as possible. The opponent's strength was so formidable that even if he lost some face, it was an unavoidable situation.

However, the other party has already made a move. Even if you want to retreat now, you have to withstand their attack first.

In the blink of an eye, the fire cloud had spread in all directions, leaving nowhere to escape. Yang Shuo took a deep breath and with a wave of his hands, five balls of azure wind swirled around him, transforming instantly into five blue orbs. These orbs twisted in mid-air, forming five warriors with horns on their foreheads, wings on their backs, and otherwise indistinguishable from ordinary people.

“Gan Feng Ling, who ended up in your hands, has been twisted like this. If Gan Feng Lao Xian knew about it, his nose would probably be crooked with anger.” Wu Zhongli saw Yang Shuo casting a spell, a disdainful look flashing across his eyes. The fire cloud rolled and churned, forming huge pillars of cloud that crashed down on the opponent. The blazing light cast Wu Zhongli’s figure like a god.

"Nature is not just like that." Although Yang Shuo was now deeply wary of Wu Zhongli, the Gan Feng Ling soldier was something he had painstakingly crafted over countless sleepless nights. To be treated with such disdain by the other party ignited a spark of anger in his heart. It seemed the other party wasn't planning to let him off easy. If they really wanted to take a bite, then they would have to pay the price—break a tooth at least. Otherwise, if he kept trying to appease them, he was afraid he would only be met with more mockery.

Yang Shuo let out a cold snort. The five Gan Feng Ling soldiers each transformed into a blue light and darted away in the distance, their speed incredibly fast, still hovering above the pillar of fire.

Wu Zhongli didn't care at all. He gently fanned his folding fan in his hand, extending ten giant hands into the rolling fire clouds, each reaching for one of the five Ganfeng Ling soldiers. The ten fiery giant hands and the five Ganfeng Ling soldiers fought with astonishing speed in the air. The sound of "bang bang bang" was deafening as they clashed, sending plumes of flames and fragments of wind swirling through the air.

Although the five Wind-Striker Spirits were unbelievably fast, under the encirclement and pursuit of ten Fire Cloud Giant Hands, although they still moved towards Wu Zhongli, their speed had noticeably decreased.

After much struggle, five Wind Spirit soldiers managed to break through layers of obstacles and surrounded Wu Zhongli on all four sides. They were about to pounce on Wu Zhongli's main body when suddenly, with a flick of his left palm, Wu Zhongli sent out a crimson, crystal-like sword pellet. It flew into the air, circling Wu Zhongli like a halo above his head, its tip pointing upwards.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh... streaks of sword light shot down from above Wu Zhongli's head, deflecting the attacks of the five Gan Feng Spirit Soldiers who had swooped in one after another.

Wu Zhongli still stood vacantly, gently shaking his folding fan, appearing calm and composed. Obviously, Yang Shao's skilled maneuvers had failed to pose much of a threat to him.

Yang Shuo controlled the Ganfeng Spirit Seat and fought Wu Zhongli, but Wu Zhongli's blood crystal sword blade atop his head was truly formidable and airtight. Even in this raging fire cloud, his Ganfeng Spirit soldiers were also greatly rejected. The threat to Wu Zhongli grew smaller and smaller as he moved back and forth.

By the time Yang Shuo realized something was amiss and tried to recall the five Gan Feng Ling soldiers, Wu Zhongli's face contorted into a sneer. The ten Huo Yun giant hands suddenly merged into the Fire Cloud, reappearing without warning from below, each seizing the legs of a Gan Feng Ling soldier. Meanwhile, the Huo Jing sword orb transformed into five, splitting into five flying swords that slowly descended from above the heads of the Gan Feng Ling soldiers.

Yang Shuo's face paled in shock. Only then did he realize that his attack, which was incredibly fast, had always been within Wu Zhongli's calculations. He thought that by approaching Wu Zhongli, he could pose a certain threat, but he never expected to be under Wu Zhongli's control from beginning to end. The moment he showed any sign of retreat, Wu Zhongli immediately launched his attack.

At this moment, Gan Fengling had been confined by the opponent. It was extremely difficult to extricate herself. Even Yang Shuo sensed that the fire cloud unfurled, pushing back his breath little by little. His perception of the outside world was slowly fading. The surrounding space was filled with rolling fire clouds, and Yang Shuo sensed a dissonance between himself and this space.

This Fire Phoenix Crown male's realm is probably at least the True Immortal Second Realm, or even the True Immortal Third Realm. This suppression was too obvious, eroding the area around the Wind Element True Immortal little by little. At this time, the Wind Element True Immortal reacted and wanted to retreat, but it was still possible. 陸小天 had been chasing Xiang Qingcheng all the way and had reached the outskirts of the battle between the two sides. However, Lu Xiaoteng used his divine sense to investigate and did not rush to appear. The beautiful woman with a graceful posture on Xuanjing Xiangui's back was precisely Xiang Qingcheng who had been haunting his dreams. Now that he saw Xiang Qingcheng here, Lu Xiaoteng's mind calmed down instead, looking at the current fight with great interest.

Yang Shuo saw that Gan Feng Ling was trapped for a moment, and the sword light above his head was slowly pressing down. If nothing unexpected happened, his Gan Feng Ling would probably be wiped out by the opponent's Chi Jing sword light.

His heart pounded. He gritted his teeth, reaching out with his hand into the void. His fingers danced as five Wind-Devouring Spirits each emitted a streak of light, intertwining with one another. In a short time, they formed a pentagram formation. The crimson sword light descending from above paused in its descent. Only then did Wu Zhongli's face betray a hint of surprise.

It was just a slight unexpected turn of events. Gan Fengling's troops, forming a five-pointed star formation, saw their power surge. They resisted with all their might, and for a moment, it was indeed difficult to overcome them. However, the more energy Yang Shuo poured into Gan Fengling's troops, the more vulnerable his own side became, like paper.

Wu Zhongli let out a cold snort, his folding fan waving again in his hand. Surrounding fire clouds surged, piling up layer upon layer of fire waves that crashed towards Yang Shuo. Under the relentless tide of fire, Yang Shuo felt as if he was stuck in quicksand, every move and gesture hindered by a tremendous resistance.

"Daoist Liu, help me!" As Yang Shao saw those dense fireclouds surging over, a great sense of crisis arose in his heart.

“A fool plays chess, disregarding his own family. But I have to take back my previous words, your Gan Fengling pawn is indeed quite good.” Wu Zhongli said with an air of victory.

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