572: Zhang Li Wu Ji VS Ye Ke

Before Ye Luo's words finished, he suddenly retreated as if pulled by an invisible force.

The purple-black trident in his hand suddenly swung, instantly drawing an arc in the air. This arc was extremely strange, like a venomous snake choosing its prey.

As the trident swung, the surrounding air seemed to be injected with factors of death, bringing waves of chilling death fluctuations that spread out in all directions.

But Galan was fearless. In her cold eyes, like a deep ice lake, cold yet calm, a hint of disdain flashed beneath the surface tranquility.

Then she raised her hands, and a cold light suddenly appeared between them. Immediately after, streaks of slashes shot through the air like meteors.

Those slashes contained powerful force, each one like a sharp blade that could tear space, counterattacking towards Ye Luo.

At this crucial moment of confrontation, Li Wuji on the other side was not idle either.

His dark golden God-Demon Armor, forged from endless God-Demon Flame, now shone brightly, as if the God-Demon Flame had revived again.

The dark ice blade in his hand, like something from the deepest abyss of darkness, now seemed to have condensed even purer Curse Power.

Li Wuji's eyes narrowed as he locked onto the surrounding Yaksha Clan experts. Immediately after, he swung his ice blade, beginning a precise strike against them.

With every swing of the blade, the ice blade was like the Grim Reaper's judgment. A Yaksha Clan expert would invariably sway a few times, their body then tainted by Curse Power, turning into wisps of black energy that merged into his body.

"What, are you just going to watch your clansmen get killed?"

Li Wuji's voice came, cold and piercing like the most biting wind of winter.

The Yaksha Clan experts who heard this voice couldn't help but tremble, as if their Souls were frozen by the cold.

Their originally fierce offensive couldn't help but pause because of the deterrence in that cold voice.

However, just as Li Wuji was focused on clearing out those lesser foes, the sky above suddenly changed dramatically.

An extremely powerful pressure, as if suddenly descending from the depths of the vast starry sky, the aura belonging to a Half-Step Emperor Realm expert.

It was clear that the other Half-Step Emperor Realm expert finally couldn't hold back and decided to personally intervene.

"Hmph, a mere Clone dares to be so arrogant."

A low and majestic voice slowly echoed in the air, like muffled thunder rolling within the clouds.

As the voice fell, the void in the sky was easily torn like fragile paper.

A huge black demonic claw extended from within. The claw was covered in bulging veins, exuding a chilling evil aura, and directly lunged towards Li Wuji.

Facing this sudden attack, Li Wuji's expression remained calm and unchanged. The power within him began to surge like a turbulent tide.

With the infusion of this power, a faint layer of runic light slowly appeared on the God-Demon Armor.

The runic light flickered with an ancient and mysterious aura. Then, without hesitation, they flew towards the demonic claw.

"Bang!"

The huge demonic claw collided with Li Wuji's runes, instantly producing a deafening roar.

The sound was like the sky and earth collapsing, and the surrounding space was torn violently like a fragile mirror, with cracks spreading out.

The surrounding air rapidly churned as if boiling, becoming distorted, and visibility became blurred.

At the same time, a figure appeared not far in front of Li Wuji. This Yaksha bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Ye Luo. His name was Ye Ke.

He was one of the only two Half-Step Emperor Realm experts in the Yaksha Clan.

At this moment, his originally steady expression became somewhat uncertain and surprised.

His keen perception naturally detected something fishy about Li Wuji's current body.

After observing Li Wuji's method of attack, he confirmed that this was just a flesh and blood Clone.

After all, from beginning to end, Li Wuji had never revealed any Soul fluctuations, and Soul fluctuations were easily discernible.

"Just who are you?"

To possess such strength with just a Clone, the opponent's true body must be a genuine Emperor Realm existence.

Heaven knows if the opponent left any strange or powerful means on this Clone.

It was precisely because of this that he let some clansmen step forward one after another, just to see what the opponent's true capabilities were.

However, the final result was contrary to expectations; those clansmen were unable to force him to use his true strength at all.

"What, are you scared?"

Li Wuji smiled playfully, his smile carrying a hint of provocation.

The next moment, his figure was like lightning, flashing away, and he actually took the initiative to attack Ye Ke.

This action greatly exceeded Ye Ke's expectations.

Ye Ke's pupils shrank. He truly hadn't expected Li Wuji to dare to actively provoke him, a Half-Step Emperor Realm expert.

But as a peak existence of the Yaksha Clan, the pride in his bones did not allow him to retreat in the slightest.

Ye Ke let out a cold snort, and his body was instantly enveloped by black energy. The black energy circled around him like dark specters.

Then his figure was like a ghost, instantly turning into an afterimage, rushing towards Li Wuji.

Soon, the battle between the two unfolded with extreme intensity.

Dark gold and ink black light intersected and collided in the air. Every collision was accompanied by intense spatial tremors, as if this piece of heaven and earth would be completely torn apart by their battle.

Every strike of Ye Ke contained the ancient and mysterious power of the Yaksha Clan, a power that seemed to originate from the deepest depths of the night.

And Li Wuji skillfully contended with it, relying on the powerful defensive capabilities of the God-Demon Armor and the pure Curse Power of the ice blade in his hand. After a fierce battle, he was not at a disadvantage in the slightest.

On the other side, the battle between Galan and Ye Luo also entered a white-hot stage.

Seeing that he couldn't break through for a long time and was even subtly suppressed, Ye Luo couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed, so he no longer held back his strength.

The purple-black trident danced in his hand like a nimble flood dragon, each strike carrying a thick shadow of death.

The shadow was like an endless dark ocean, attempting to overwhelm Galan in one fell swoop with overwhelming force.

But Galan's figure was extremely agile. Whenever there was a fatal attack, she could merge into the void.

Furthermore, she wielded the saber and sword in her hands freely, each swing bringing forth sharp sword energy.

Each strike of the saber and sword energy could evade Ye Luo's attacks and directly hit his body, which made Ye Luo extremely annoyed and frustrated.

In addition, those Yaksha Clan King Realm Experts were providing support from the side.

However, these people were ultimately just interfering like flies. How could a battle between Half-Step Emperor Realm experts be easily intervened in by them?

At the same time, reinforcements from various sides of the Blood-colored Grassland had also arrived one after another.