This punch contained no flourish whatsoever, yet it carried Yan Nantian’s utterly pure Yanluo demonic essence. The fist wind surged, faintly producing the sound of wind and thunder.
“Yanluo Tyrant Fist!”
Fist and claw collided, producing a dull explosive bang.
*Crack!*
A clear sound of bone snapping rang out.
Ghost Fiend let out a shrill, wretched scream. Those ghost claws of his, which had never met their match, actually shattered inch by inch like dead branches beneath Yan Nantian’s incomparably fierce punch.
His entire body flew backwards like a kite with its string cut, black blood spraying from his mouth and tracing an arc through the air. He crashed heavily against the palace wall, then slid limply down it, fate unknown.
The might of a single punch had actually reached such a degree!
Seeing this, the disciples of the Yanluo Heavenly Sect immediately erupted into earth-shaking cheers. Their previously low morale instantly soared. The sect leader was this powerful; they saw hope.
“Useless trash!”
Soul-Devouring Lord’s expression darkened. He was clearly extremely displeased with Ghost Fiend’s defeat.
His icy gaze swept across the remaining four people at his side. “Blood Fiend, Bone Fiend, both of you go together. Take down Yan Nantian!”
“Yes, Lord!”
Two demonic cultivators of differing appearances stepped forward in response.
The one on the left wore blood-red robes, his face hideous, blood qi roiling around his body as though he had just crawled out of a blood pool. This was Blood Fiend.
The one on the right was tall and imposing, his skin an eerie greyish-white as if covered in bone armour, with bony spikes protruding from his joints. This was Bone Fiend.
Both men were at the peak of the second grade of Heavenly Immortal realm. Although neither matched Ghost Fiend individually, they specialised in joint-attack techniques, and their combined strength far surpassed the earlier Ghost Fiend.
Blood Fiend and Bone Fiend exchanged a glance, then attacked at the same instant.
Blood Fiend waved both hands, and boundless blood light transformed into countless crimson blades that shot towards Yan Nantian like a torrential storm. Every blood blade carried a vicious corrosive effect that could erode spiritual power and defile treasures.
Bone Fiend gave a low roar, his body suddenly swelling larger. He swung bone fists the size of great hammers, carrying an aura that could pulverise anything, and smashed towards Yan Nantian from the side.
One attacked from range, one from close quarters; one cunning, one straightforward. Their coordination was flawless, instantly sealing off all of Yan Nantian’s escape routes.
Yan Nantian’s expression grew grave; he dared not be the slightest bit careless. With a low shout, he circulated his Yanluo demonic essence at full power, dark demonic light surging around his body.
“Yanluo True Body!”
His frame seemed to grow several inches taller, muscles bulging, complex demonic patterns appearing on his skin as he radiated a frenzied, heart-palpitating aura.
He struck with both fists at once. His left hand formed a palm to meet the sky full of blood blades, while his right fist met Bone Fiend’s heavy punch head-on.
*Boom! Boom! Boom!*
The sounds of fierce collisions rang out without pause. Facing two opponents at once, Yan Nantian displayed the ultimate techniques of the Yanluo Heavenly Sect to their fullest.
Palm winds and fist shadows clashed continuously with blood blades and bone fists, bursting forth in brilliant, deadly surges of energy.
Under the intensity of this exchange, the entire palace shook violently, as though it might collapse at any moment.
The surrounding walls and pillars were covered in cracks and craters, broken stone falling in showers.
The three fighters became a single blur, figures moving like lightning. Every collision caused the energies of heaven and earth to tremble.
Blood Fiend’s blood blades were strange and treacherous, constantly trying to erode Yan Nantian’s protective demonic essence.
Bone Fiend’s strength was tyrannical and overwhelming; each punch carried tremendous weight, making Yan Nantian’s qi and blood churn.
Though Yan Nantian was powerful, under the two men’s perfectly coordinated assault he gradually fell into a disadvantage. He could only rely on his profound cultivation and robust physique to hold on bitterly. Small wounds began to appear on his body.
Liu Xue watched from the side, anxiety burning in her heart. She wanted to rush forward to help, but the hidden injuries she had suffered earlier while fighting Ghost Fiend had not yet healed, and at this level of combat, rashly joining in would only make her a burden to Yan Nantian.
Just as a cunning blood arrow from Blood Fiend grazed Yan Nantian’s shoulder, causing his figure to falter, and it seemed Bone Fiend’s long-charged heavy fist was about to strike his back full force…
