C21 Wing Immortal Was Seriously Injured!

Tens of thousands of demons were reduced to mere bloodstains under the toxic green smoke.

Ye Fann suddenly felt lighter.

Clearly, Zhu Zi had ceased using his divine powers.

He dared not let such a deadly poison seep into his inner world.

Enveloped in dense poisonous fumes, Ye Fann felt a tingling pain throughout his body.

He hastily held his breath.

But the toxic smoke was pervasive, seeping into Ye Fann's body through his pores.

Such was the horror of Chang Hao's poison.

Even with his orifices sealed and breath held, the poison could still penetrate through the pores, liquefying enemies into blood.

Yet, Ye Fann's constitution, forged by Chaos Energy, had internal organs as resilient as a Supreme Grade Spiritual Treasure.

The invading smoke was thwarted by a thin luminescent film around his organs.

Though it left Ye Fann feeling suffocated and uneasy, it inflicted no serious harm.

"Swoosh!"

Suddenly, Ye Fann sensed a draft at the back of his head.

A sharp sound of slicing air followed.

Instinctively, he turned and unleashed his left fist, emblazoned with a dragon's head.

The attacking white snake was blasted away, flying a thousand miles before Chang Hao could halt its retreat.

His serpentine form shook violently, convulsing, with most of his scales shattered, allowing fresh blood to seep through the cracks.

Ye Fann had grown adept at wielding the Dragon Subduing Tiger Divine Ability.

It allowed him to summon the true form of the dragon and tiger to combat foes and enhance his punches with their formidable power.

With Ye Fann's extreme physical might, combined with the authority of Subduing Dragon and Tiger, even late-period Golden Immortal Demon Kings like Jin Dalong and Chang Hao would sustain severe injuries from a single blow, nearly incapacitated.

"Disperse!"

Ye Fann bellowed, and a tempestuous hurricane swept in from the horizon, scattering the virulent green smoke that surrounded him.

Following his recent achievements, he had completed the collection and mastery of the Seventy-Two Transformations of Earth Fiend.

Although its power didn't rival the Heaven Astral Technique, it had its clever uses. Take, for instance, the recent invisibility and cloning attack on Yang Xian, and now, harnessing the wind. As the poison fog cleared, Zhu Zi Zhen once again unleashed the Sky Devouring Earth Devouring. Ye Fann, caught off guard, was yanked thousands of meters away by the vortex.

"You really enjoy sucking things in, huh?" Ye Fann's anger surged. He infused his robust Divine Power into the Devil Subduing Sword he held. The sword began to glow radiantly, emitting a crisp metallic ring and even trembling, as if eager to be released.

"Go!" Ye Fann swung his arm, hurling the Devil Subduing Sword with all his strength. The black sword traced a stunning arc across the night sky.

"How dare you!" Yuan Hong bellowed. A flash of Divine Light revealed a metal-patterned iron rod in his hand. The rod, half crimson and half azure, blazed with divine brilliance. It was a Middle Grade Acquired Spiritual Treasure, the One Qi Water Fire Rod.

Yuan Hong, seeing Zhu Zi in peril, leapt into the air. Clutching the One Qi Water Fire Rod, he swooped down like a diving eagle, lifting the rod above his head and bringing it down with a ferocious smash, aiming to intercept the Devil Subduing Sword.

"In your dreams!" Ye Fann activated the Soaring Earth Golden Light. Grasping the God Slaying Spear, he thrust it forward with the force of a dragon, shaking the cosmos and shattering the heavens with a laugh. His strike hit the rod with pinpoint accuracy.

With a resounding "clang," sparks flew at the point of impact. Ye Fann's spear deflected the One Qi Water Fire Rod, altering its course. The Devil Subduing Sword, charged with an immense amount of Divine Power, smoothly continued its trajectory into the vortex.

Zhu Zi's agonized scream echoed instantly across the mountains and valleys.

The Devil Subduing Sword plunged into the vortex, unleashing an explosion of divine power. Zhu Zi, in his true form as a wild boar, was left with his lower jaw in tatters. Moreover, his Talent Divine Ability was shattered. The onslaught of divine power had dealt him a severe blow; half of his internal organs were reduced to a bloody mush, a condition far worse than what was visible on the surface.

"Ah! You deserve to die!" Yuan Hong's eyes were blood-red as his aura surged, a black miasma of killing intent enveloping him. In a rage, he lashed out. The Water Fire Rod in his hand hurtled towards Ye Fann with astonishing speed, causing the very air to tremble and buzz with its formidable power.

Ye Fann acted swiftly, drawing the God Slaying Spear to defend himself with a resounding clang. The Water Fire Rod, carrying the force of millions of tons, crashed against the spear. Ye Fann felt as though he had been struck by a Chaotic Devilish Ox, a tidal wave of force channeling through the spear, piercing the Devil Subduing Armor, and flooding into his body.

Struck by Yuan Hong's furious blow, Ye Fann was sent flying for miles before he finally came to a halt. His chest rose and fell with great intensity, his complexion unnaturally flushed. A sweetness in his throat hinted at blood eager to escape, but he swallowed it down, determined not to reveal his injuries to his adversary.

As Ye Fann caught his breath, the Nine Circles Profound Arts kicked in, mending his wounds. Meanwhile, Jin Daisheng, though struggling, managed to rise. Shaking off his discomfort, he readied himself to launch another assault on Ye Fann. Chang Hao, Zhu Zizhen, and Dai Li also braced themselves for a desperate fight, their auras wildly fierce.

In that critical moment, Yuan Hong expanded the Water Fire Rod, positioning it as a barrier before the demons. "Let's go!" he bellowed, his voice booming like thunder across the mountains and valleys.

"What?" Chang Hao was taken aback, questioning if he had misheard.

"What?" Chang Hao asked, a sense of disbelief in his voice. "Could I have heard wrong?"

"Let's go!" Yuan Hong commanded again, his tone brooking no argument. After the fierce skirmish, it was clear to him that among his seven brothers, he alone had the strength to stand a chance against Ye Fann. His other brothers could only cause minor inconveniences for Ye Fann, nothing more. Wu Long and Yang Xian had already been slain by their foe, and the remaining four were all wounded. A fight to the death might injure Ye Fann, but it would certainly be the end for them. Yuan Hong did not want to witness such a finale.

"Big brother!" Dai Li advanced a few steps, his heart filled with reluctance. They had intuited Yuan Hong's reasoning, but it was hard to stomach. Their adversary had killed two of their sworn brothers, marking him as an enemy they could not coexist with. Yet Yuan Hong was asking them to retreat. How could they possibly agree to that?

"I said go! Do you all have a death wish?" Yuan Hong positioned himself in front of his brothers, his eyes sharp as blades, his consciousness firmly fixed on Ye Fann, ready to strike at any moment. He was vigilantly protecting the other Demon Kings from Ye Fann's potential attacks.

Ye Fann remained still, observing the scene without making a move. He was aware that a decisive battle with Yuan Hong was inevitable. Having already felt the full force of Yuan Hong's power, Ye Fann was cautious not to underestimate him. He was waiting for his wounds to heal, to return to his peak condition.

"Big brother, let's take him down together!" Dai Li urged, with Chang Hao and the others showing a wild fervor in their eyes. The primal instincts within the Demon Kings had been fully ignited, and they were fearless in the face of death.

"You can't kill him. We need to leave. I'll face him alone," Yuan Hong insisted. "If I win, we'll offer Ye Fann's head as a tribute to our fifth and seventh brothers."

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