Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

In the dimly lit space, the battle had reached a fever pitch.

After the initial thrill, Li Yuan calmed down. Facing several experienced Shadow Assassins, he chose to play it safe and steady, treating the life-or-death battle as the best testing ground to hone his combat skills.

He pushed his feet to their limits, weaving and dodging between the attackers, narrowly avoiding fatal blows at the last possible moment.

He even tried to mobilize that sliver of time power he had just touched. When his spiritual sense was highly concentrated, he could feel that his opponent's trajectory seemed to have slowed down by a fraction.

With this vague sense of perception, he can always make the most accurate predictions at crucial moments.

He kept pushing his limits, appearing to be struggling and in grave danger, with several cuts on his body from the short blade, leaving him covered in blood.

But in reality, his control over his own power was improving rapidly in life-or-death battles, and his understanding and application of various techniques were becoming more and more adept.

Like a piece of raw jade, it can only be quickly refined under the sharp edge of a blade.

"Damn it! How can this kid be so slippery!"

Unable to break through, the giant rock became increasingly agitated. It punched Li Yuan in the side, its demonic power exploding and cracking the ground, but it didn't even touch the hem of Li Yuan's clothes.

Ying Shisan was filled with doubt and unease. Li Yuan seemed to be in a sorry state, but he always managed to turn danger into safety at crucial moments, as if he had foreseen the future.

She had a vague sense of absurdity; it seemed that the other party was... using them as practice.

"Cangmu, increase the interference!" Shadow Thirteen shouted at the old man holding the cane.

The hunchbacked old man immediately began chanting incantations, and the eerie green eyeball at the tip of his wooden staff suddenly emitted a dense green light. The invisible spiritual impact, like a fine needle, pierced Li Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the bronze palace trembled slightly, its pale golden light flowing, quietly neutralizing most of the mental attacks.

"Ah!"

Just then, Aji suddenly let out a shrill scream that was not human, his dark eyes flashed with an eerie light, his fingernails grew longer, and he frantically pounced on Li Yuan without any regard for anything else.

It seems that the mental attack triggered the restrictions within Aji's body, causing him to go completely berserk.

Li Yuan's eyes turned cold. He swayed and dodged Shadow Thirteen's backstab. His true energy exploded under his feet, and his speed suddenly soared, instantly closing in on Aji, who was rushing towards him.

"Aji, I'm so sorry!"

With a low shout, Li Yuan's hand moved like a butterfly flitting among flowers, leaving afterimages as he precisely struck seven major acupoints on Aji's body, aiming to cut off the flow of demonic power.

At the same time, a silver needle suddenly appeared at his fingertips and quickly pierced Aji's head.

"Well……"

Aji's ferocious figure suddenly froze, the mad black aura in his eyes receded like a tide, and then his eyelids rolled back as he slumped softly to the ground.

It turned out that the needle contained a potent sleeping potion specially made by the academy, which Li Yuan had prepared for self-defense.

Shadow Thirteen was shocked and furious. He hadn't expected Li Yuan to have this trick up his sleeve, instantly breaking through Aji, the piece that was holding him back.

"kill!"

Her eyes flashed with murderous intent. Knowing she could no longer hold back, she let out a sharp whistle, and in an instant, four dark figures silently reappeared from the surrounding shadowy corners.

Although these four individuals were slightly weaker, their movements were perfectly synchronized, and their eyes were cold and numb, clearly indicating that they were also well-trained elite Shadow Assassins.

At this moment, the six Shadow Assassins instantly formed a strange combined attack formation, surrounding Li Yuan at the core.

Once the battle formation was complete, their energy intertwined, and the killing intent sealed off all directions, greatly increasing the pressure on Li Yuan.

His heart sank; this was the opponent's real killing move.

All of the previous attempts were just tests. Facing a whole team of Shadow Assassins who were skilled in fighting in formation, it was absolutely impossible for him to be as at ease as before.

The slightest mistake could result in being beheaded.

At the critical moment of life and death, he took a deep breath, and with no more reservations, his true energy surged forth, revealing the full power of his mid-stage Inquiry Realm cultivation.

"Well done!"

Li Yuan let out a low shout, took a step forward, and launched the first attack!

He knew that once he fell into the opponent's rhythm, he would only face certain death. He had to find a way to disrupt the battle formation in order to find an opportunity to break the deadlock!

……

At this moment, the Gobi Desert in the Thirty-Three Heavens Map is desolate.

The battle had been going on for an unknown amount of time. Under the leaden sky, the clash of laws and the roar of supernatural powers never ceased.

Mr. Mo and the White Ape Demon Saint transformed into two intertwined streaks of light, sometimes soaring into the sky, sometimes crashing into the earth. Wherever they passed, mountains collapsed, the earth cracked, and space shattered.

Mr. Mo's movements were unpredictable, and with every gesture, he could manipulate the power of space at will, folding, cutting, or solidifying it, thus neutralizing the White Ape Demon Saint's incomparably violent power.

However, as time went by, Mr. Mo truly felt that his true energy was being consumed abnormally, and the injuries on his body were showing signs of becoming uncontrollable.

It seems that what the White Ape Demon Saint said was true; the Thirty-Three Heavens Diagram does indeed have a suppressive effect on human cultivators.

In contrast, the White Ape Demon Saint thrived in this space teeming with demonic energy, growing stronger with each battle.

Its innate supernatural abilities of moving mountains and splitting the sky with its magic claws were fully displayed. Its power was so great that it could shake mountains. From being at a disadvantage at the beginning, it gradually fought to a standstill with Mr. Mo.

"Hahaha... Mo Wentian, are you feeling the strain now?"

The White Ape Demon Saint laughed wildly, his crimson eyes filled with smugness, and his attacks grew even more ferocious. "You can't hold on much longer, can you? Today, you will surely die!"

It suddenly opened its mouth and spat out another pale demonic fire. At the same time, it unleashed ten jet-black claw beams that tore through space, sealing off all of Mr. Mo's escape routes.

Mr. Mo's expression remained calm, but a sense of anxiety was rising in his heart. After a prolonged battle, his true energy was being depleted at an alarming rate, making it difficult for him to break free for the time being.

I wonder how things are going with Li Yuan. This time, the Dark Pavilion has come out in full force; I'm afraid their chances of survival are slim...

"I can't get entangled with him anymore." Mr. Mo made a decision in his heart. Facing the attack of the White Ape Demon Saint, he stopped dodging, pointed his fingers like a sword, and a silver light shone from his fingertip, intercepting a segment of the most fundamental spatial law.

"Poxu!"

With a low hum, a silver light suddenly burst forth, transforming into a thin, imperceptible silver thread that silently met the sky full of claw-like rays.

laugh--!

With a soft sound like cloth being torn, the black claw-like blades melted away like snow in spring, revealing a brief passage.

The silver thread, its momentum undiminished, pointed directly at the White Ape Demon Saint's brow.

A look of horror flashed in the white ape's crimson eyes. It roared and clasped its hands together, its surging demonic power condensing into a giant rock shield in front of it, the surface of which shimmered with runes.

boom!

The silver threads collided with the giant shield, unleashing a blinding light that completely flattened the ground within a radius of several hundred feet.

The White Ape Demon Saint staggered backward, each step leaving a deep crater in the ground. A trickle of dark golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his palms trembled slightly.

Mr. Mo also let out a muffled groan, his face paled slightly, and his internal energy surged. Although this attack was powerful, it also took a heavy toll on his body.

The two sides separated temporarily, facing each other from a distance, their breathing somewhat disordered.

But clearly, it is no easy task for Mr. Mo to achieve a quick victory.

The battle has devolved into a dangerous and protracted war of attrition, and time does not seem to be on Mr. Mo's side.