The Rise of the Witch

In the battle against the Black Tiger Demon King, Xing Yang transformed all his useless distractions and emotions into pure fighting spirit.

It was precisely by infusing this pure fighting spirit into the battle that he was able to steadily step into the Crimson Mark Realm.

Ultimately, the will to fight is simply the will of one's own true spirit, a manifestation of that true spirit.

When battle intent permeates the entire body, it is the same as true spirit permeating the entire body. Therefore, a battle witch in the Crimson Mark Realm represents pure battle intent.

The reason why a war shaman is a war shaman is because of this pure fighting spirit!

Once Xing Yang understood this, he realized that he needed more battles, to hone his fighting spirit through evenly matched life-or-death struggles.

……

The demons along the way suffered the consequences.

Xing Yang fought his way through, and only revealed his witch form when absolutely necessary, engaging in combat with his true body.

From being badly injured at the beginning to handling things with ease later on, Xing Yang almost wiped out all the demon kings along the way.

At the same time, Xing Yang also realized that the amount of vital energy he needed for his advancement was not simply doubled, but had become much larger.

If we have to quantify it... well, let's put it this way: it takes four rounds of Battle Dance to go from white patterns to blue patterns. The first round of Battle Dance requires 100 units of energy, the second requires 150, the third requires 250, and the fourth requires 400.

During this period, he mainly relied on the meat and bones from Wa Xin's pot, as well as the spiritual food he had eaten from Mi Xiaoling for a few days, so he didn't pay any attention to it.

From blue patterns to red patterns, he danced the war dance about ten times. Part of it involved eating some of Mi Xiaoling's spiritual food, as well as the demon meat he settled with the Demon Suppression Division, including a whole body of a demon lord's flesh and blood, and a spiritual pill that the demon lord had plundered.

Despite this, he was still stuck in the Azure Pattern Realm until he entered the Great Wilderness, ate a strange little deer and a tree full of red fruit, and his skin continued to absorb and exhale spiritual energy. Only today did he truly step into the Crimson Pattern Realm.

Based on this calculation, the amount of vital energy consumed is more than ten times that of the previous realm!

So how much vital energy is needed to go from red stripes to purple stripes?

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The transformation from purple to multicolored patterns is simply unimaginable.

Anyway, after eating the Demon King along the way, the red markings on his body only changed from light red to medium red, and he was still far from deep red or reddish-purple.

……

Day and night alternate, seasons change, and time flows by silently.

I don't know when it started snowing, and the whole world was covered in white.

Xing Yang continued walking in one direction, for the territory of the Great Wilderness was terrifying. If the territory of a demon king was a thousand miles in radius, then Xing Yang had traveled at least tens of thousands of miles.

On this day, Xing Yang, wrapped in animal skin, was trudging through the snow when suddenly a strong sense of danger surged through him, like a sword pointing at his throat.

Before he could even look up, in the next instant, his body instinctively focused on one side, where a purer, almost tangible fighting spirit spontaneously coalesced to protect his chest…

Immediately afterward, the void in front of him shattered silently, like a mirror, and a dark, sharp arrow pierced through the void, directly penetrating his pure, almost tangible, fighting spirit.

Xing Yang groaned and took three heavy steps back. Looking down, he saw that his chest and heart had been pierced by the sharp arrow!

The War Witch's true spirit merged into every inch of his body; the head was not a vital organ, nor was the heart.

Xing Yang gritted his teeth, pulled out the arrow, and looked around. The arrow had come straight through the void, and he couldn't tell where it came from.

Through the hole in the chest, you can see the pierced heart contracting and slowly healing.

At this moment, Xing Yang was like prey being targeted by a hunter, his body's perception was stimulated to the limit, capturing any subtle abnormality within the limits of perception.

The second arrow had already hit its mark.

Without a moment's hesitation, Xing Yang's body swelled up, transforming into a giant several meters tall, his entire body enveloped in a fierce and domineering aura, revealing his witch form, and at the same time, he threw a punch.

The giant fist, like an iron hammer, collided with the sharp arrow!

The violent impact shook the void, causing ripples to spread across the surface of the water.

Following the impact, Xing Yang's enormous witch body was sent flying backward in a completely illogical way, as fast as an arrow released from a bow, and in the blink of an eye, he had already flown several miles away.

Supernatural Power: Shaking Mountains and Earth!

His masterful use of force transformed the impact of the arrow into the speed at which he escaped.

Even so, the third arrow had already been fired. This arrow was like a black lightning bolt that pierced the sky. Unlike the previous two arrows, which were silent and invisible, this arrow was magnificent and seemed to have the feeling that life and death could be decided with a single shot.

The arrow didn't seem to be moving very fast; you could even clearly see its trajectory. Xing Yang followed the trajectory and saw a black dot on a distant mountaintop—that was the archer.

But this seemingly slow arrow, though launched later, arrived first, strangely and continuously closing the distance between itself and Xing Yang.

The arrow flew along, its body radiating a majestic and awe-inspiring power, constantly devouring the spirits along its path. Wherever the arrow passed, the grass and trees withered, and life withered away.

As the arrow drew near, its imposing presence grew heavier, even beginning to subtly oppress Xing Yang's spirit.

He couldn't run away any longer. If he continued to run, the arrow would grow stronger and stronger until it completely overwhelmed his witch spirit, leaving Xing Yang powerless to resist.

"boom!"

The enormous foot stomped on the ground, cracking it. Xing Yang's massive witch-like body stopped moving and he took a deep breath.

Supernatural power: Swallowing clouds and spitting out mist!

Instantly, the heavens and earth seemed to reverse, and billowing clouds surged into the giant maw, only to be violently expelled by Xing Yang, transforming into a thick, inky mist.

Instead of spreading, the mist condensed into a ball, rushed out, and enveloped the arrow, instantly suppressing its imposing aura.

Immediately following, a giant fist, gathering all the power of the body, slammed down.

"boom--"

The air currents swept through, and in that instant, the trees in the mountains and forests were as if they had been swept by the wind and waves, leaning to one side and the other side. In the center, a large pit exuded the fresh scent of earth.

Xing Yang's enormous fist was instantly torn open, revealing the crystal-clear, jade-like finger bones within. Meanwhile, the black arrow veered off course, plunging headfirst into the ground and disappearing without a trace.

The next moment, Xing Yang ignored the violent tremors within his body, leaped up suddenly, and kicked off with his huge foot in mid-air, creating a ripple in the air and making a loud bang. His huge figure disappeared instantly.

The next moment, he reappeared a hundred meters away, took another step, and disappeared again a hundred meters away...

With each step, Xing Yang's enormous witch body flashed and disappeared, rushing towards the distant mountain peaks.

The archer on the mountain peak didn't run away; he just stood there, motionless.

As the distance closed, Xing Yang finally saw the attacker's appearance clearly. It was not human, but a demon. Although it was in human form, it had a bird's head on its head, and at this moment, the sharp bird's beak was spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

Not only its beak, but also its eyes and both ear holes were oozing blood. Its whole body was trembling, and it looked like it was about to collapse, as if it could no longer stand steadily in the fight.

Did he ruin himself?

The other party held an enormous, exaggerated bow, shaped like two interlocking dragons. The two dragon heads were joined together to form the bow body, and the dragon tails were integrated to form the bowstring. Just one glance was enough to tell how terrifying the bow's power was.

Seeing Xing Yang rushing towards him with a swift movement, regret and shame flashed in the bird-headed man's eyes. Finally, he dropped the giant bow, spread his arms, and his body began to change as it swelled up.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a feathered beast with wingspans nearly a hundred feet, speaking in human language and shouting fiercely, "Little witch, I am the Great Sage Hengtian of the Phoenix Undying Palace! Do you dare kill me?"

The Great Sage? He's a demon saint!

Xing Yang didn't care about any of that. His fighting spirit filled his entire body, transforming into a dense aura of dominance, and he threw a powerful punch!

Then came the second punch, the third punch... one after another, the power increasing, each punch heavier than the last.

Since incorporating the dance moves into combat, Xing Yang has been constantly refining this set of fist techniques in his subsequent battles, and has given it a simple yet domineering name: "Thirty-Six Forms of Sky-Shattering!"

This "heaven" is not the heaven of heaven and earth, but rather the layers of shackles that envelop the spirit of the witch, the "heaven" that was created when the heavens were opened to seek the spirit.

It means to use the ultimate punch to break through all shackles!

It seems that the Great Sage Hengtian really ruined himself. At first, he could barely withstand a few blows, but after about twenty punches, he had no power to fight back and could only rely on his demon saint body to endure the blows.

Unfortunately, it was facing a war shaman known for his physical strength. Before it could finish unleashing its thirty-six punches, the Great Sage Hengtian was already paralyzed on the ground, his enormous bird head almost turned into a pile of minced meat.

Taking a deep breath, Xing Yang picked up the giant bow that had been tossed aside.

The moment Xing Yang touched it, he sensed the pure "spirit" within, a battle spirit, and it even resonated with his own witch spirit...

In an instant, Xing Yang sensed everything from the giant bow's battle spirit and exclaimed in surprise, "The Sun-Shooting Bow?!"

This bow is none other than the magical weapon used in the great battle against Wu Yi, the very bow that shot down nine golden crows!

The war shaman descended from Yi, and Hou Yi himself used it, but no one else could use it afterward.

To fully utilize this bow, not only is the power of the Great War Wizard required, but also the wizard's spirit to cooperate with the war spirit within it. Only a Great War Wizard with a true spirit's physical body can withstand the bow's recoil.

No wonder the Great Sage Hengtian shot three arrows and ended up crippled.