Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

The wind howled as Li Yuan stood atop the snow-covered ridge, holding his knife horizontally in front of him, his gaze fixed intently on the grotesque creature.

When its attack missed, the monstrous creature solidified again, transforming into a human form and floating in the air.

"You're very interesting." The eerie voice seemed to come from all directions. "I can sense something about you that's attracting me."

Li Yuan was startled. Could he be referring to the Myriad Realms Palace?

He thought of the incomplete mural in the underground palace back then, the Myriad Realms Palace hanging above the Demon God's head.

It was because of this scene that, for a long time, he suspected that the Myriad Realms Palace had some kind of connection with the Demon God.

"You want what's on me?"

Li Yuan sneered, "Then we'll see if you have the ability."

"Hehehe..."

The ghostly creature let out a hoarse laugh, its body suddenly dispersing into a black mist that rushed rapidly toward Li Yuan.

The black mist flew close to the snow, and wherever it passed, the ice and snow quickly turned black and emitted a rotten, fishy smell.

Li Yuan immediately blocked his breathing, and his Yuan energy formed a protective film on his body surface. This black mist looked poisonous, so he decided to isolate it first.

He swung his sword, and a crimson blade of light swept out, the intense sword intent splitting the black mist in the middle.

As he expected, the black mist simply parted smoothly to both sides, then quickly regrouped like flowing water, surrounding him from all directions.

He discovered from the beginning that physical attacks were ineffective against the monster.

The flames seemed to have some effect, but only to a limited extent. Where the blade's edge scorched, the mist only evaporated for a moment before replenishing itself, seemingly endlessly.

Li Yuan frowned and quickly retreated several feet. A circle of starlight silently spread out from beneath his feet, forming a star field barrier that blocked the black mist from entering.

The mist hit the starlight, making a hissing sound, like acid scorching a metal surface.

It seems that this black fog has a strong corrosive effect.

"interesting."

A sinister voice came from the mist, tinged with amusement, "It's actually the power of the stars? Human cultivators can actually wield the power of the stars."

Li Yuan raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

The power of the demons is a completely new combat system for him, and he cannot afford to be reckless.

He was probing and sensing, trying to figure out the fighting characteristics of the demons.

The demon's strength may not surpass his, but his demonic energy is very special, making him feel like he has no way to deal with it.

However, he did not fail to make any discoveries. After a few attempts, Li Yuan found that the black mist was not a single, continuous mass; it varied in thickness, and cracks would occasionally appear when it moved at high speed.

He vaguely sensed that there should be a hidden core within this black mist, which was both his source of power and his weakness.

If we can find it and defeat it in one fell swoop, we might be able to win.

The two exchanged blows for dozens of rounds atop the snow-capped peak, with Li Yuan using flames, star power, and the power of the five elements to test each other in turn.

The strange creature sometimes condenses into a giant claw and slams down, and sometimes transforms into hundreds of black arrows that shoot out, its methods are bizarre and varied.

The two sides fought fiercely, with thunderous roars echoing across the snow-capped peaks. Large swathes of glaciers were affected, collapsing and shattering into deep valleys.

The previously arrogant snow worms seemed to sense the danger and vanished without a trace.

Suddenly, sensing the aftershocks of a battle in the distance, he glanced around and saw that the other two hidden demons were also engaged in battle with Leng Ning Shuang and the other two.

Leng Ningshuang stood on a protruding rock, her long hair flying in the wind, her hand seals flashing so fast that only afterimages could be seen. Strands of icy blue spiritual energy flew out, weaving into a huge array in the air.

She began studying the use of formations for coordinated combat back in the days of the temple league, and now she is already very skilled at it and has mastered it to perfection.

Opposite her, a woman floated in mid-air, her pale skin tinged with an eerie pale blue, her hair as black as ink, and she wore a tight-fitting dark purple leather outfit, her figure alluring.

She glanced at Leng Ning Shuang with a cold look, a disdainful smirk playing on her lips.

"A half-demon?"

The demon woman, Ming Ji, slightly raised her chin, her eyes filled with contempt. "A piece of trash with mixed blood dares to block my way?"

Leng Ning Shuang stared at her coldly, her emotions unwavering. Her longsword sliced ​​across the snow, the runes on the blade lighting up, drawing the surrounding snowflakes slowly towards the tip of her sword.

Her talent lies in ice and snow, and this vast glacier is her main battlefield, where she receives unlimited advantages.

Leng Ningshuang stood proudly, her clothes fluttering, her aloof demeanor like that of a ruler amidst ice and snow.

A flash of anger crossed Ming Ji's eyes. She raised her hand, and a ball of blackish-purple flame condensed at her fingertips. With a flick of her wrist, the flame rapidly expanded, transforming in the blink of an eye into a ferocious demon head that opened its maw to bite at Leng Ning Shuang.

With a swift movement, Leng Ning Shuang swept her sword horizontally, stirring up a blizzard. The moment the ice and snow collided with the demonic energy, a piercing hissing sound erupted, and white steam shot into the sky.

The array behind her activated simultaneously, enveloping the witch. Her movements visibly faltered, indicating that it was effective.

In her first battle against a race whose background she knew absolutely nothing about, she dared not be careless in the slightest and used all her skills from the very beginning.

While fighting, Leng Ning Shuang also had to support such a massive formation, resulting in an enormous consumption of her Yuan energy.

She is currently only in the late stage of the Condensation Realm. Without the support of the laws of heaven and earth, her Yuan Power is consumed very quickly. Fortunately, this is a world of ice and snow, which can continuously provide her with power.

In the blink of an eye, the two had fought more than a dozen rounds. Leng Ning Shuang gradually found her rhythm, and her swordplay became more and more fluid. The swirling snowflakes around her seemed to be the will of the snow mountain.

The arrogant smile on Ming Ji's face gradually disappeared, and her brows furrowed slightly. She had clearly not expected that the human in front of her, whose body was teeming with demonic energy, could actually withstand her attack.

"Hmph! You must have reached your limit by now, right? You're nothing special."

She sneered, and her figure suddenly dispersed, turning into afterimages that attacked Leng Ning Shuang from all directions.

The Frost Sword's stance shifted, flying out of her hand and swirling around her, its icy blue light forming a shield around her.

Ming Ji's figure split again, scattering into millions of points that frantically attacked Leng Ning Shuang. As long as her defense showed any slight weakness, these points of light would seize the opportunity to enter.

Leng Ning Shuang frowned slightly. Continuing to fight like this was not a solution. The consumption of Yuan energy was too great, and if it went on for too long, she would inevitably expose a weakness.

After probing for so long, she had gained some understanding of Ming Ji's combat characteristics. Unlike humans and demons, their forms seemed illusory, but their attack power was not weak.

Thinking of this, she suddenly removed the protective shield, and the large spirit-locking array also disappeared at the same time. Countless ice blades flew up and formed a small defensive array, which just protected her whole body.

With a sudden shift in his sword stance, he abandoned defense and launched an attack on Ming Ji, his sword flashing.

The snow blades pierced the air, carrying a bone-chilling cold, weaving into an all-encompassing ice net. The spiritual energy transformed into countless tiny ice crystals, gleaming with a cold light, and were incomparably sharp.

In an instant, dozens of points of light were scattered. Ming Ji sensed something was wrong and withdrew, reforming into human form in the air.

"go!"

With a flick of her fingertip, countless ice crystals whistled and pursued her. Ming Ji hurriedly dodged and teleported away.

"Bang!"

A solid wall made of ice and snow appeared out of thin air behind me.