Chapter 393 - 392: Exposing the Phantom Demon King

Then we shall shoot them too!

The little spirit’s confidence was boundless.

Bai Qingyue did not share that confidence completely. Although the Sun Shooting Bow was powerful, she understood that its destructive potential did not make her invincible. Her cultivation remained at the Middle Stage of Core Formation, and even with her Yunqi Realm fortune, she could not afford to underestimate enemies whose strength surpassed her own.

Fortunately, she did not have to fight alone.

Lin Yuan remained behind her, watching the battlefield with a calm expression. His presence gave her the confidence to focus on the enemies before her, knowing that he would intervene if a situation developed beyond her ability to control.

That trust mattered more than she could easily express.

She had once believed that her ruined cultivation had permanently separated her from the path she had devoted her life to. Now, standing amid the chaos of a collapsing world, she was fighting beside her husband with a divine weapon in her hands.

She could no longer change the suffering she had endured in the past.

But she could decide what to do with the strength she possessed now.

Another Demon King emerged from the demonic ranks, its body covered in overlapping black scales. It opened its mouth, releasing a wave of spiritual pressure that distorted the surrounding sky.

Unlike the previous demons, it did not rush forward blindly.

It observed Bai Qingyue’ s attacks, studying the rhythm of her shots and the way the solar arrows adjusted their trajectories. After several breaths, it began moving erratically, deliberately changing direction to make it harder for her to predict its movements.

Its cultivation had reached the Void Refinement realm, and its experience in battle far exceeded that of most ordinary cultivators.

It understood that the bow was dangerous.

It also understood that Bai Qingyue’s greatest advantage lay in her ability to attack before her opponents could close the distance.

If it could force her into close combat, the difference in cultivation might allow it to overcome the weapon’s advantage.

The demon gathered its demonic power and unleashed a series of spatial distortions.

The sky around Bai Qingyue twisted, creating several overlapping images of the Demon King. Each image carried a portion of its aura, making it difficult to determine which one contained its true body.

The demon laughed.

"Let us see whether your precious bow can distinguish the real me!"

Bai Qingyue studied the distorted space.

She could sense the instability created by the technique, but the overlapping auras made it difficult to identify the Demon King’s exact position through ordinary perception.

The Weapon Spirit immediately offered its assistance.

Master, the bow can lock onto the energy signature of a target. However, the spatial distortions are interfering with the process. We can still attack, but a direct shot may not reach its true body.

Bai Qingyue’s expression remained calm.

Then we shall not attack its true body directly.

She shifted her grip and began gathering energy into the bow.

The Demon King continued moving through the distorted space, confident that its technique had successfully concealed its location. It prepared to launch another attack, intending to exploit the brief moment when Bai Qingyue would be forced to determine which image was real.

Instead, she aimed toward the empty space between its projections.

The Weapon Spirit understood her intention.

The bowstring tightened, and a brilliant solar arrow formed.

Bai Qingyue released it.

The projectile struck the center of the distorted space.

For an instant, the surrounding images trembled.

Then the solar energy erupted, spreading through the unstable spatial structure and forcing the overlapping projections to collapse. The Demon King’s concealment technique shattered as the heat disrupted the energy sustaining it.

Its true body became visible.

The demon’s expression changed dramatically.

It attempted to retreat, but Bai Qingyue had already drawn the string again.

The second arrow struck its chest.

A burst of white light engulfed the Demon King, and its defensive aura shattered beneath the concentrated solar energy. The creature was thrown backward, its scales burning as it desperately attempted to stabilize its collapsing spiritual power.

Before it could recover, a third arrow pierced its throat.

The Demon King fell from the sky.

Its body struck the ruined courtyard below, creating a deep crater that sent dust and broken stone into the air. The demonic aura surrounding it flickered several times before disappearing completely.

Bai Qingyue lowered the bow.

She had not needed to overpower the Demon King’s spatial technique directly. Instead, she had used the weapon’s destructive power to destabilize the energy supporting the technique, exposing the enemy’s true body.

The battle had taught her something important.

The Sun Shooting Bow was powerful, but its greatest strength did not lie solely in the force of its arrows. When combined with her fortune, it allowed her to exploit weaknesses that other cultivators might overlook.

A weapon could be powerful without guaranteeing victory.

Understanding how to use it was what made that power truly dangerous.

Below, the Five Emperors had finally gained a brief opportunity to recover.

The sudden deaths of several Demon Kings had disrupted the demonic assault, forcing the remaining enemies to reconsider their approach. The pressure surrounding the Grand Court had weakened, allowing the orthodox cultivators to reorganize their defenses and rescue those who had fallen beneath the collapsed formations.

Emperor Tianxu leaned heavily against his golden halberd.

His majestic armor was cracked, and black blood stained several parts of its surface. The golden Qilin aura surrounding his body flickered weakly as he struggled to regulate his breathing.

He had fought continuously since the Nine Heavens Ward collapsed.

Even with his cultivation, the unending assault had pushed him close to his limits. Every time he defeated one Demon King, another had appeared to take its place, forcing him to continue fighting without sufficient time to recover.

Yet the battlefield had suddenly changed.

He raised his head and stared toward the sky.

The sight before him left him speechless!