Mortal: Reborn in Yellow Maple Valley, Awakening the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts

Chu Zifei's eyes turned bloodshot, his body surged with murderous aura, and his leg muscles suddenly tensed up as he lunged forward.

Without using any movement techniques, he closed the distance by several feet in an instant using only his physical strength.

Upon seeing this, the Yan family disciple opposite him stiffened, quickly retreated several steps, his ten fingers flew to form hand seals, and he silently chanted incantations, instantly forming the Giant Stone Technique.

Rocks the size of millstones materialized out of thin air and slammed into Chu Zifei, who was rushing towards him.

At this moment, Chu Zifei's mind had already been consumed by the evil energy, and he had completely fallen into madness, completely unaware of how to dodge or avoid.

He used his physical body to smash the boulder, shattering dozens of hard rocks to barely slow his forward momentum.

A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Yan family disciple, who no longer intended to hold back.

The spiritual energy beneath his feet suddenly erupted, and with a light stomp on the ground, a thick earth spike burst forth, piercing directly towards Chu Zifei.

Chu Zifei relied on his fighting instincts to move his body and barely managed to dodge the attack.

But the Yan family disciples had already calculated his landing point. Before he could regain his balance, the second ground spike had already pierced through the air and stabbed hard into his body.

This sudden attack was unavoidable; the immense force instantly blasted Chu Zifei away, sending him crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Just as the Yan family disciple was about to breathe a sigh of relief, his pupils suddenly contracted, his face filled with disbelief. The scene he had expected—his body being pierced through—did not occur; instead, the earth spikes were directly shattered by his physical body.

This magical attack failed to break through Chu Zifei's physical defenses.

The pain completely enraged the out-of-control Chu Zifei.

He suddenly leaped up, his murderous aura surging, and burst forth once more, this time with even greater speed than before.

The Yan family disciple's heart sank, and he dared not underestimate the situation any longer, immediately abandoning his magical attacks. He raised his hand and waved, summoning a fan-shaped, silver-white shield-like magical artifact into the air.

He stood behind the small shield, his spiritual power flowing into it continuously. The silver shield trembled slightly, instantly opening a layer of silver-white eggshell barrier that enveloped him, protecting him completely.

In the next instant, Chu Zifei's figure had already arrived in front of the barrier.

Without the slightest hesitation, he clenched his iron fist, channeled all his brute strength, and slammed it violently against the barrier.

The spiritual energy barrier trembled violently, its surface rippling as if it were about to collapse.

Unable to break the barrier with a single punch, Chu Zifei's killing intent intensified as he looked at the "prey" hiding inside.

He stood before the barrier, his fists striking repeatedly like a storm, tireless and oblivious to pain.

"court death!"

The Yan family disciples inside the barrier were thoroughly enraged.

As a renowned cultivator, he was being held captive by a low-level, seemingly insane opponent, unable to break free, which made him both annoyed and frustrated.

With a thought, he activated the Boulder Technique again, and a boulder over ten feet long crashed out, directly blasting Chu Zifei away.

With this strike landing, the Yan family disciple felt a slight sense of relief, finally easing the oppressive pressure temporarily.

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Before he could even rejoice, Chu Zifei suddenly rose from the rubble again and charged forward recklessly, his fists once more pounding wildly against the barrier.

Blown away, get up, charge again, smash again!

......

Over and over again, in an endless cycle, without ever stopping.

After continuously casting spells and maintaining the barrier, the spiritual energy within the Yan family disciples was rapidly depleted, and they were on the verge of exhaustion in a short time.

In contrast, Chu Zifei remained fearless and painless, his attacks as ferocious as ever.

His crazed, bloodthirsty appearance sent a chill down the spine of the Yan family disciple. In all his years of cultivation, he had never seen such a reckless madman!

In fact, what he thought was not wrong. At this moment, Chu Zifei's mind had already been eroded by the turbid Yin energy, his five senses were lost, his mind was blank, and he was no different from a madman, with only the instinct to kill remaining.

The Yan family disciples were caught in a dilemma.

On one hand, one must expend spiritual energy to stabilize the defensive barrier, and on the other hand, one must continuously cast spells to suppress the opponent. With this dual strain, the openings will only increase.

What worried him even more was that the main force had already withdrawn, and if the stalemate continued, he would inevitably fall behind completely.

Upon realizing this, a ruthless glint flashed in the eyes of the Yan family disciple, and he no longer held back his strength.

He suddenly flicked his sleeve, and a light purple talisman floated out into the air.

This is a life-saving talisman bestowed by the Yan family patriarch. It contains one-tenth of the power of a Core Formation cultivator and is his last trump card.

At this moment, Chu Zifei was focused on attacking the barrier and was completely unaware of the deadly crisis that was quietly approaching.

The Yan family disciple's fingers flew, forming hand seals, pouring all the remaining spiritual power in his body into the talisman.

The talisman suspended in mid-air suddenly shone with purple light, condensing into a huge purple-patterned round hammer, which crashed down with tremendous force.

The sledgehammer slammed heavily into Chu Zifei's chest.

The robe instantly shattered into countless pieces, which flew and scattered in the air.

With a cracking sound, Chu Zifei's chest rapidly collapsed and deformed, his flesh twisted outwards in a grotesque manner.

He was sent flying several meters away like a kite with a broken string, spitting out blood incessantly and leaving a bloody arc in the air.

Inside the barrier, the Yan family disciple breathed a long sigh of relief. If the stalemate continued for even a moment longer, his spiritual power would be completely exhausted, and he would be the one to lose.

This place is not safe to stay any longer. He has no time to destroy the evidence or recuperate. He must set off immediately to catch up with the retreating main force.

Having made up his mind, he immediately put away the silver shield magic weapon and prepared to use his movement technique to turn around and leave.

However, the moment he turned around, a blood-stained fist came out from behind him and pierced through his chest.

puff!

A burst of blood blossoms instantly bloomed.

Unbeknownst to Chu Zifei, he had quietly crept up behind him.

The Yan family disciple stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief, before collapsing heavily to the ground, dying with his eyes wide open.

Only Chu Zifei's battered figure remained on the field.

His appearance was extremely horrifying, his clothes were soaked in blood, his face was twisted and ferocious, his sunken chest was a bloody mess, and his broken ribs were piercing through his flesh and exposed.

He was slightly hunched over, breathing heavily, staring at the corpse at his feet.

A moment later, the murderous aura in Chu Zifei's eyes slowly faded, and his muddled mind finally cleared up a bit.

The next moment, he staggered and could no longer support himself, falling heavily to the ground and falling into a coma.

As the battle ended, he released all his excess violent aura, and the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts within his body began to operate at high speed on its own.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the white stone emitted a wisp of primordial aura, steadily suppressing the remaining turbid yin energy within his body.

The profound energy circulated continuously, and the evil energy was completely refined and absorbed. The Eight-Nine Profound Energy broke through and reached the late stage of the second transformation.

Taking advantage of this desperate battle, he unexpectedly turned misfortune into fortune, breaking all his shackles and officially entering the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

The power of the profound skill circulated through his limbs and bones, repairing his severely injured body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The collapsed chest slowly rose back to its original position, the broken bones reconnected and healed, and the damaged flesh was rapidly repaired.

Such severe injuries would require ordinary cultivators to rest for several days to fully recover, even with the use of rare elixirs.

Under the influence of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, his severe injuries were completely healed in less than half a day, and his body was as good as new.

A day and a night later.

Chu Zifei, who had been unconscious for a long time, slowly opened his eyes.

All he saw was a desolate and silent landscape; he was still in the long-abandoned Yan Family Fortress.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the chill swept over his entire body, making him shudder and instantly sober up.

It's so cold...