325: Chapter 323 Black Spear Condenses Evil, Death Imminent

Dao Lord Fuhun moved first.

It was not a probe, nor was it gathering strength; it was an all-out strike. Its hands suddenly spread wide, and black mist exploded from its body, transforming into countless spider threads as fine as hair, shooting toward Yun Ming, covering the sky and earth.

Those spider threads did not fly in a straight line; they twisted, turned, and intertwined in the air, like an invisible giant net tightening from all directions simultaneously.

The tips of the spider threads shimmered with a ghostly blue light—that was potent poison, the poison of a Soul Transformation Stage demon Cultivator. If an Early Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator touched even a trace, they would either die or be crippled.

Yun Ming did not retreat.

He unleashed the Tahua Zizai Escape Technique, his hundred-zhang tall Law of Heaven and Earth form maneuvering within a tight space, dodging most of the spider threads. However, a few still coiled around his left arm.

The moment the spider threads touched his body, the black toxin spread upward along his skin. Yun Ming let out a muffled groan and slammed his right fist into his left arm; the force of the punch shattered the spider threads and also tore away a patch of his own flesh.

Fresh blood splashed, and the black toxin was forced out of his body along with the blood, falling to the ground and corroding a small pit into the earth.

He did not stop.

The cauldron of all things mother qi hovered above his head, and the flames of the golden crow feather transformed into a massive golden fire Dragon, roaring as it pounced toward Dao Lord Fuhun. The fire Dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws, its entire body burning with intense golden flames; wherever it passed, the air was scorched and twisted.

Dao Lord Fuhun let out a cold snort and drew a circle with its hands in front of it, causing the black mist to condense into a huge spiderweb shield. The fire Dragon collided with the shield, and the golden flames clashed violently with the black mist, emitting a piercing sizzling sound.

The mist was evaporated by the flames, and the shield became thinner and thinner, but the flames on the fire Dragon also dimmed rapidly. After a few breaths, the fire Dragon exploded, turning into golden sparks that filled the sky.

A tiny crack appeared on the body of the cauldron of all things mother qi. Dao Lord Fuhun's shield also shattered, and its figure was knocked back several steps by the shockwave, but there was no expression of injury on its face, only an even more intense killing intent.

"Is that all you've got?"

Dao Lord Fuhun's voice was sharp and piercing, as if squeezed out from between its teeth. Its figure surged, transforming into a bolt of black lightning, and instantly appeared behind Yun Ming. Its five fingers curled into claws, the nails like five black short swords, striking toward Yun Ming's back.

Yun Ming did not turn around.

His Divine Sense captured the movement trajectory of Dao Lord Fuhun, but the opponent was too fast, and he had no time to dodge. A layer of silvery-white light lit up on his body—the taixu moon-hiding robe, its moonlight patterns flashing wildly, blocking Dao Lord Fuhun's sharp claws. The claws tore through the outer layer of the robe but failed to pierce through. Yun Ming's figure was pushed forward by the immense impact force, stumbling a few steps, but he was not sent flying. He steadied his footing, turned around, and threw a punch.

Dao Lord Fuhun was no longer there.

It appeared at Yun Ming's side and struck his ribs with a palm. Black mist surged into his body, corroding his Meridians. The taixu moon-hiding robe blocked most of the damage again, but the impact still caused Yun Ming's body to jolt violently.

Yun Ming gritted his teeth to steady himself and formed a hand seal with his left hand. Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Heaven-Controlling True Formula. After his Breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Stage, he could unleash even greater power with this thunder Legacy, which was more than a grade stronger than the Purple Cloud Divine Thunder Curse. Golden thunder light erupted from his palm—not as individual pillars of thunder, but as sheets of thunder curtains, like a golden waterfall descending from the sky, enveloping Dao Lord Fuhun. Dao Lord Fuhun's figure weaved through the thunder curtains, as fast as black lightning. The thunder struck its body, leaving only shallow scorched marks, unable to cause fatal damage. However, the thunder curtains also restricted its movement speed, preventing it from teleporting at will as it had before.

Yun Ming seized the opportunity to unleash the cicada wing sword. The transparent sword body flew silently out from the map of mountains and rivers, stabbing in from Dao Lord Fuhun's blind spot. Dao Lord Fuhun was busy dodging the thunder curtains and did not notice this silent sword. The cicada wing sword pierced into its back and exited through its chest, bringing up a spray of black blood mist. Dao Lord Fuhun let out a shrill scream, its body spun violently, and it struck the cicada wing sword with a palm, knocking it away. The cicada wing sword tumbled in the air a few times, and the spiritual light on the sword body dimmed significantly.

Yun Ming recalled the cicada wing sword and retracted the map of mountains and rivers. The blade of the cicada wing sword was stained with black blood, which flowed slowly along the sword body, emitting a faint corrosive sound. The grade of the cicada wing sword was not low, but the blood of a Soul Transformation Stage demon Cultivator was too corrosive, and tiny notches had already appeared on the blade. He dared not use it again.

Dao Lord Fuhun looked down at the wound on its chest, from which black blood was still gushing out. Its expression became even gloomier, and the killing intent in its eyes was almost solid enough to touch.

"You have successfully angered me."

Its figure surged again. This time it was not a sneak attack, nor a probe; it was a frontal crushing assault. Black mist condensed in front of it, transforming into a huge black spider shadow. The spider shadow was a head taller than Yun Ming's Law of Heaven and Earth form, and its eight long legs were like eight black spears, stabbing toward Yun Ming.

Yun Ming clenched his fists and met the attack. Fist collided with spider leg, exploding in rings of shockwaves. With every collision, Yun Ming's figure retreated one step, the web between his thumb and index finger splitting open, blood flowing freely.

He gritted his teeth and gathered all the strength within his body into his right fist. The amplification of the Law of Heaven and Earth, the Body Refining third-tier Physical Body, all the spiritual power of the Early Nascent Soul Stage, and that golden entry "Serious Punch"—all the power converged at the fist, compressing, condensing, and erupting. He slammed this punch toward the head of the black spider shadow.

The moment the fist collided with the spider shadow, a golden pillar of light exploded from the point of impact and shot into the sky. Wherever the golden pillar of light passed, the black mist dissipated, and the body of the spider shadow developed dense cracks before exploding with a roar.

Dao Lord Fuhun's figure was sent flying backward from the shattered mist, crashing through a mountain peak in the distance; the mountain collapsed with a roar, burying it beneath the rubble.

Yun Ming panted heavily, the wounds on his body still bleeding. His spiritual power had been mostly exhausted, and his Law of Heaven and Earth form began to shrink: ten zhang, five zhang, three zhang, one zhang. His speed slowed, and his reactions dulled.

The pile of rubble moved. Dao Lord Fuhun crawled out from the rubble, covered in blood, its robes tattered, but it was not dead. Its injuries were heavier than Yun Ming's; one arm hung by its side, clearly broken. There was a deep fist print on its chest, and several ribs were broken. But its eyes were even more frantic and bloodthirsty than before.

It moved its broken arm, and black mist surged at the wound, the bones healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The recovery ability of a Soul Transformation Stage demon Cultivator was not something a Nascent Soul Cultivator could compare to.

"You hurt me." Dao Lord Fuhun's voice was very low, so low it sounded like it was squeezed from the depths of its throat. Its figure surged again, its speed astonishingly fast. Yun Ming's Divine Sense could not keep up, and his eyes could not keep up either. He could only rely on instinct, on his intuition for danger.

He sidestepped, and a black sharp claw grazed his chest, leaving three shallow bloodstains. He threw a backhand punch, but missed. Dao Lord Fuhun had already appeared behind him and struck his back with a palm. Black mist surged into his body, corroding his Meridians. Yun Ming spat out a mouthful of blood and stumbled forward a few steps.

He turned around and threw a punch, but missed again. Dao Lord Fuhun appeared at his side and kicked his waist. Yun Ming's body flew sideways, smashed into the ground, and rolled a dozen times. He did not fall; he propped himself up from the ground and stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. The cicada wing sword had been recalled, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Heaven-Controlling True Formula had been pushed to its limit, and the moonlight patterns on the taixu moon-hiding robe had dimmed significantly. He had used all the means he could, but his opponent was still standing.

Dao Lord Fuhun stood not far away, looking down at him from above with a sneer on its lips.

"Early Nascent Soul Stage, to be able to hold on for so long under me, you are worthy of pride. But this is where it ends."

Yun Ming did not speak. His breathing was a bit rapid, his spiritual power consumption was huge, and the wounds on his body were still bleeding. But his eyes remained calm; there was no fear, no retreat. He stared at Dao Lord Fuhun, looking for its flaw.

Dao Lord Fuhun did not give him any more time. Its figure surged again, and black mist surged like a tide, swallowing Yun Ming. Spider threads, sharp claws, poisonous mist—various attacks poured down like a rainstorm. Yun Ming struggled to hold on in the darkness; new wounds were constantly added to his body, and blood gathered into a small stream at his feet. But his fists never stopped; every time he was knocked down, he stood up. Every time he was beaten back, he charged forward.

Dao Lord Fuhun's attacks became more and more fierce, and Yun Ming's defense became weaker and weaker.

Dao Lord Fuhun seized this opportunity and struck Yun Ming's chest with a palm, sending him flying. Yun Ming smashed into the ground, slid for dozens of zhang, and crashed into a giant rock; the giant rock shattered, and he was buried under the rubble.

Dao Lord Fuhun landed in front of him, looking down at the pile of rubble, the sneer on its lips deepening. "Get up. Didn't you say you were looking for someone? If you don't get up, you will never see her again."

The pile of rubble moved. Yun Ming crawled out from the rubble, covered in blood, his left arm hanging by his side, clearly broken. His right leg was limping, and he was trembling as he walked. But his eyes remained calm. He raised his head, looked at Dao Lord Fuhun, and his lips moved slightly.

"It's not over yet."

Dao Lord Fuhun's smile faded. It looked at those calm eyes of Yun Ming and suddenly felt a bit annoyed. This human, no matter how he was beaten, would not fall. He was clearly covered in wounds, clearly his spiritual power was exhausted, clearly he could barely stand, yet he was still saying "It's not over yet." It did not want to drag this out any longer.

Dao Lord Fuhun raised its hand, and black mist condensed in its palm, transforming into a pitch-black spear. Ghostly blue mist danced on the tip of the spear, exuding an aura of death. It raised the spear above its head, aiming at Yun Ming's chest.

"This strike will send you on your way."