Chapter 525 - 260: Soul-Devouring Demoness (Part 3)

Crash! A crisp sound rang out.

The fan opened, revealing the design painted on the iron fan.

It was a beautiful woman dressed in a black gauzy dress.

Her hair was jet-black and shiny, cascading like a waterfall behind her, her hands slender and long, nails sharp as needles with purple light glinting at her fingertips.

The moment the iron fan unfolded, the woman in the design seemed to come alive, stepping out from the fan.

On closer observation, one could see her body was illusory and insubstantial, like a wisp of smoke.

"What is that!" Liou Yuan frowned.

Liou Yuan, who had seldom fought with demon cultivators, had never seen such a method of controlling characters in a painting, and a sense of caution quietly rose in his heart.

The timely voice of Wei Miaomeng sounded below, reminding Liou Yuan.

"Be careful, that’s the Soul-Devouring Demoness refined by Feng Yongkang from countless Primordial Yin, extremely adept at spiritual sense attacks."

Wei Miaomeng’s attitude, obviously siding with Dou Qianyu, made Feng Yongkang’s murderous intent even stronger, and he even began to hate Wei Miaomeng.

"You slut, I’ll kill you too later." Casting a cold glance at Wei Miaomeng, Feng Yongkang turned to look at the Soul-Devouring Demoness emerging from the iron fan.

His eyes were filled with infatuation and fanaticism, yet his hands remained steady, issuing the command for the Soul-Devouring Demoness to attack.

"Slay him!"

The Soul-Devouring Demoness’s lips were blood-red, curling up into a strange smile upon receiving the command.

Whoosh! Liou Yuan’s vision blurred.

The next instant, the Soul-Devouring Demoness had crossed the distance between them, appearing within less than a yard in front of Liou Yuan.

Her eyes clear as autumn water locked with Liou Yuan’s gaze.

"So fast!" Even using Treading Flowing Waves with all his might, Liou Yuan might not be able to surpass the speed displayed by the Soul-Devouring Demoness.

A chill struck his heart, and Liou Yuan instinctively activated the Blood Absorption Skill.

Blood energy surged, and he swung a punch at the Soul-Devouring Demoness in front of him.

"Whatever monster it is, I’ll hit it first and ask questions later."

Boom! Blood energy exploded in front of Liou Yuan.

Enveloping the void for dozens of yards ahead, drowning the Soul-Devouring Demoness as well.

Yet throughout this process, Liou Yuan’s brows remained furrowed.

For amidst the surging blood energy of that punch, he did not receive any feedback of hitting anything solid.

Sure enough, as the blood energy dissipated, the Soul-Devouring Demoness still stood in the void a yard away from him.

Her body seemed non-corporeal; Liou Yuan’s attacks passed right through her, failing to strike her.

Instead, after the blood energy dissipated, a bright azure light shot forth from the Soul-Devouring Demoness’s eyes.

A powerful spiritual sense wave locked Liou Yuan from all directions.

Liou Yuan’s eyes involuntarily looked into the Soul-Devouring Demoness’s, and in the instant their eyes met, there was a roar in his head, as if something was drilling into his brain.

That was the power of the divine sense, a cold divine sense transformed into a sharp spike, piercing into his sea of consciousness, the area where his divine sense resided.

Indeed, just as Wei Miaomeng said, the Soul-Devouring Demoness’s divine sense attack was extraordinarily bizarre!

Liou Yuan’s body stiffened in the void, as if finding it difficult to move.

Feng Yongkang did not give Liou Yuan any respite, his index finger moved, and blood-colored threads once again emerged in the void, they were like silkworm threads, layer by layer wrapping around Liou Yuan in the center.

In an instant, Liou Yuan became a blood-colored cocoon, with only his head remaining outside.

"Overestimating your abilities." Feng Yongkang, feeling assured of his victory, cast a mocking glance at Liou Yuan, who was trapped in his blood threads.

"The Soul-Devouring Demoness’s divine sense attack is impossible to defend against, unless one has a magical artifact specifically for divine sense defense, or a related spell. The ordinary mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator would have to surrender on the spot when hit by this Soul-Devouring Demoness’s attack."

On a nearby mountaintop, several Foundation Establishment cultivators stood together, smiling gloatingly at Liou Yuan trapped in the threads.

"This Dou Qianyu, with his abundant blood energy, is outstanding among early-stage Foundation Establishment body cultivators, but unfortunately, he has a strong body yet pathetically weak divine sense. How could he be a match for Feng Yongkang?"

"Die!" On the other side, Feng Yongkang’s eyes flashed with ferocity.

He was about to use his blood thread magic to crush Liou Yuan in the void.

Rumbling! The sound of flowing water echoed through the night.

Yet it was seen that Liou Yuan, clearly hit by the Soul-Devouring Demoness’s divine sense attack and trapped in Feng Yongkang’s blood threads, slowly lifted his head.

In his eyes, there was a reflection of two Buddhas.

The Calming Spell at the Great Achievement Realm.

The Calming Spell not only defends against heart demons but also works wonders against divine sense attacks.

Once the Calming Spell reached Great Success, when displayed again, Liou Yuan’s shadow transformed into a seated old monk, though these images were nearly invisible in the night.

"You could break free from the influence of the Soul-Devouring Demoness?" Liou Yuan’s transformation made Feng Yongkang pause in surprise.

But his hands moved without hesitation, the blood threads began to contract, Feng Yongkang’s intent to kill Liou Yuan had never diminished.

Yet a bizarre scene unfolded, regardless of how Feng Yongkang urged the blood-colored magic entwining Liou Yuan.

Liou Yuan’s body seemed unaffected within it.

In the night, the sound of flowing water became even clearer during this process.

Finally, centered on Liou Yuan, a blood-colored tide exploded on the mist-shrouded mountain peak.

The second form of the Blood Imperial Spell: Red Tide.

With the emergence of the Red Tide, Liou Yuan’s blood energy churned like a blood sea, the surrounding vegetation uprooted by the blood energy’s turbulence, swept high into the sky by the tidal wave of blood energy.

The power of Liou Yuan’s physical body was also multiplied with the support of the Red Tide.

His exposed skin faintly took on a metallic luster during this process.

"It hurts so much!" Liou Yuan’s furious voice resonated through the night.

Though the blood thread magic couldn’t kill him, the contraction inflicted excruciating pain across his body.

The intense pain made bloodshot threads appear in Liou Yuan’s eyes, glaring viciously at Feng Yongkang in front.

Snap, snap, snap! One by one, the blood threads binding Liou Yuan broke apart.

In just a moment, Liou Yuan had broken free from his restraints.

"Mr. Liou is this powerful!" Wei Miaomeng was undoubtedly the first to witness Liou Yuan fully operating the Celestial Spirit Qi Mansion, showcasing the second form of the Blood Imperial Spell.

She was originally close by, the Red Tide spread in all directions, also affecting the area where Wei Miaomeng was located.

In this process, Wei Miaomeng’s body swayed continually, creating an illusion of being in the waves.

Similarly, Feng Yongkang also couldn’t escape being surrounded by the Red Tide.

At the moment the blood energy burst from Liou Yuan’s body, transforming into the Red Tide, he was already in the Red Tide’s attack range.

Under Liou Yuan’s intentional control, the impact on him was even greater than on Wei Miaomeng.

The body standing in the void, like a leaf in the wind, was continuously swept by the turbulent blood energy from Liou Yuan in the void.

"You bastard, did you advance to mid-stage Foundation Establishment?" Feng Yongkang exclaimed in shock and fury.

Such terrifying blood energy wasn’t something an early-stage Foundation Establishment body cultivator should possess, even among mid-stage Foundation Establishment body cultivators, few could compare.

Hence Feng Yongkang mistakenly thought Liou Yuan had advanced in cultivation.