148: Win

The Bull-shaped Demon General's painful wails, accompanied by the crackling of electricity, echoed through the sky, reverberating in the gloomy, storm-laden heavens, making the surrounding air feel as if it had solidified with heaviness and tragedy.

However, even under such a devastating blow, capable of crushing mountains, the Bull-shaped Demon General's indomitable vitality still burned fiercely like a raging flame; in the depths of its eyes, the fire of vengeance, like a phoenix Rebirth, wasFiery and firm, reflecting a warrior's unyielding pride until death.

Perceiving the unextinguished Battle Intent in his opponent's eyes, Han Fei's gaze grew even more resolute; on the staff he gripped tightly, purple and crimson lights intertwined, flowing with an ancient and mysterious rhythm.

The power of time and space, under his precise control, seemed to gain its own consciousness, gently weaving the threads of fate.

Barely perceptible temporal ripples, like waves, slowly spread out, silently covering the entire smoke-filled battlefield.

Under the influence of this miraculous power, the Bull-shaped Demon General's movements, originally as swift as lightning, became incredibly slow; every step, every swing of its arm, seemed trapped by a viscous river of time, making progress difficult, as if it had fallen into an invisible quagmire, struggling and despairing.

In this momentary delay, the staff in Han Fei's hand emitted a transparent yet brilliant glow, the Profound Truth of spatial elements within it stimulated to the extreme, distorting the fabric of reality, as if painting a series of chaotic scrolls in the Void Realm.

What followed were greedy and bizarre spatial rifts; they opened their massive, man-eating mouths, easily tearing at the Bull-shaped Demon General's tough body, flesh splattering, bones creaking, painful wails mixing with the fear of the unknown.

As the battle continued, the Bull-shaped Demon General's massive body finally showed signs of fatigue and pain; its once invincible Divine Might was now tinged with a faint sadness.

Han Fei seized the opportunity to press his advantage; a deep blue light surged on his staff, a pure manifestation of mental elements, invisible yet powerful, transforming into waves of unseen fluctuations that pierced through material barriers, directly impacting the Bull-shaped Demon General's fragile and complex Soul world.

In this invisible mental storm, the Bull-shaped Demon General's eyes began to blur, its inner Chaos and fear growing wildly like weeds; its once indestructible will seemed to be eroded by an invisible shadow, and its massive body trembled uncontrollably due to the invasion of this power, as if tightly bound by invisible chains weighing a thousand catties, every muscle quivering in resistance, yet unable to launch any effective counterattack.

However, instead of succumbing to this oppressive force, its eyes gleamed with an unyielding light, as if a tenacious spark had been ignited in the endless darkness.

The Bull-shaped Demon General's massive body was suddenly enveloped in a thick layer of black Devilish Qi, which, like theNetherfire overflowing from a chasm, carried an aura of destruction and despair, coiling around its entire form, instantly making its appearance both terrifying and ferocious, as if it were an Incarnation of a nightmare emerged from the depths of Hell.

"An A-Rank Expert is indeed formidable."

Han Fei gripped his staff, took a deep breath, and swiftly chanted an ancient and complex incantation; with each leaping syllable, the staff began to glow with colorful lights—water, fire, earth, wind... various elemental forces seemed to respond to his summons, dancing and intertwining in his palm, gradually outlining an intricate and profound magic array pattern.

The moment the magic array finally formed, the surrounding space seemed to tremble, elemental fluctuations spreading like ripples, and a powerful and solemn aura gathered around him.

The Bull-shaped Demon General's deep roar echoed through the sky; with each step it took, the ground beneath its feet was greedily licked by the rampant black Devilish Qi, as if to turn everything into nothingness.

Facing this destructive force rushing towards him, Han Fei remained still, merely waving his staff; a scorching flame, hot enough to melt gold and iron, suddenly erupted from the staff's tip, like an enraged Dragon of fire, charging directly towards the surging Devilish Qi beast.

As the two collided, the deafening roar and soaring flames were so intense that even the air seemed torn apart by the violent energy.

Before the smoke and dust could clear, Han Fei swiftly changed tactics; a cool, icy blue light flowed across the staff's surface, and cold Qi condensed.

In the blink of an eye, countless extremely sharp ice cones, like the kiss of winter's grim reaper, carried bone-chilling cold as they sliced through the air, hurtling towards the Bull-shaped Demon General.

The ice cones pierced the Devilish Qi, emitting a grating hiss; the extreme fusion of cold and hot immediately caused a hazy white mist to rise in the surrounding air, like the mist of early morning, yet intensely chilling.

The Bull-shaped Demon General's massive body, even under the continuous assault of ice, showed a slight stagger in its steps, its movements no longer as free and fluid as before, but within it, a boiling sea of demonic power seemed to churn, surging energy causing Devilish Qi to permeate its surroundings, its ferocious aura increasing rather than diminishing, like a trapped beast king roaring amidst wind and snow.

Seeing this, Han Fei frowned slightly, his eyelids gently closing, as if silently communicating with some force of nature within his mind.

In an instant, his eyes snapped open, gleaming with determination and resolve; the staff in his hand simultaneously glowed with a dazzling emerald light.

This time, he chose to summon the most elusive and agile element of nature—wind.

With Han Fei's wave, an overwhelmingly powerful storm was summoned into existence; fierce winds swept up the sand and stones from the ground, forming countless sharp blades, creating swirling vortices of death in the air, which danced wantonly around the Bull-shaped Demon General, each wind blade relentlessly cutting at every exposed inch of the Demon General's skin.

Even its demonic scales, tough as metal, began to show fine but shocking cracks under the merciless ravages of the gale, as if nature itself was challenging its existence.

Facing this severe injury, the Bull-shaped Demon General's eyes showed no trace of fear; instead, an even more fervent flame of vengeance ignited, a deep-seated anger and unwillingness that almost set the surrounding air ablaze.

Han Fei keenly captured the opponent's unyielding will; his gaze became even more steady and resolute.

At this moment, the previous emerald light on the staff quietly faded, replaced by flowing purple-red light, carrying an ancient and mysterious aura.

That was the precise control of time and space; Han Fei was using knowledge and power beyond ordinary people to weave his battlefield Law.

Under Han Fei's manipulation, subtle, almost imperceptible temporal ripples began to undulate across the battlefield; these fluctuations, like an invisible net, gradually covered every corner.

Affected by this power, the Bull-shaped Demon General's movements became unusually slow; every step it took seemed to overcome immense resistance, as if the entire world was resisting its advance, making every step a struggle in a muddy swamp, extremely difficult.

Even with such an overwhelming advantage, Han Fei did not relax in the slightest.

The transparent glow released by the staff began to incorporate the Profound Truth of spatial elements, a power that twisted all things and disintegrated reality, silently unfolding.

Space in his hand was like clay, molded at will, forming greedy spatial rifts that sucked in surrounding light and aura, like gaping mouths waiting to devour everything.

These rifts, like abyssal maws eager to devour, carried irresistible power, easily tearing at the Bull-shaped Demon General's tough body; muscles and bones were cruelly stripped away in silent supplication, leaving a gruesome scene of blood and gore.

Painful wails echoed in the air, the sound laced with despair over fate's injustice and a faint spark of desire for survival.

The Bull-shaped Demon General now finally revealed its undeniable fatigue and pain.

Han Fei seized this fleeting opportunity; his staff, as if responding to its master's resolve, suddenly flared with a brilliant deep blue light.

Under his exquisite control, mental elements transformed into invisible fluctuations; they effortlessly penetrated the solid barriers of matter, striking directly at the Bull-shaped Demon General's fear-ridden inner Soul world.

In this silent yet fierce Soul impact, the Bull-shaped Demon General's eyes gradually blurred, its inner confusion and fear growing like weeds in an untended field of mind.

Its massive body began to tremble uncontrollably, as if countless invisible chains extended from the Void Realm, tightly binding every tendon that wished to struggle, preventing it from moving even an inch.

Han Fei, with his extraordinary magical skill, gradually established his dominant position, like the light of dawn illuminating every corner of the battlefield.

Trapped within the hurricane summoned by Han Fei, the Bull-shaped Demon General showed no sign of submission; it roared, its entire body's muscles bulging with anger, shaking its body with all its might, attempting to break free from this prison of wind.

The storm finally showed cracks under its strenuous efforts, then was scattered by an irresistible force.

Seeing this, a golden light suddenly shone from Han Fei's staff, a sign of the earth element responding to his call. Under Han Fei's control, the power of the earth condensed into countless incredibly sharp stone spikes; they rained down like an act of nature, densely shooting towards the Bull-shaped Demon General, whose tough scales seemed vulnerable before these natural spears, leaving shocking wounds.

Even so, the Bull-shaped Demon General still displayed astonishing perseverance; it roared, and a violent energy erupted from its body, easily shattering the stone spikes on it, and once again charged towards Han Fei like an out-of-control mad bull.

Facing this relentless assault, Han Fei calmly chanted an incantation; silver light flickered on his staff, signaling the Awakening of the lightning element.

Under his control, the sky seemed to tear open, a lightning storm condensed, and with a deafening roar, it enveloped the entire Bull-shaped Demon General, electric serpents dancing wildly, scorching its flesh to black, and a pungent burnt smell permeated the air.

Though pain made the Bull-shaped Demon General's roar echo through the heavens, its vitality was as stubborn as a rock.

Han Fei knew deeply that he could not relax in the slightest at this moment. A mysterious purple-red light emanated from his staff, and the time element flowed slowly at his fingertips, as if capable of reversing or accelerating the flow of time.

Waves of temporal ripples surged from the staff, spreading like ripples across the entire battlefield; affected by this, the Bull-shaped Demon General's movements became unusually slow, as if deeply trapped in a temporal quagmire, every step a struggle.

Seizing this opportunity, Han Fei's staff emitted delicate and transparent rays of light, like the softest moonlight on a summer night, yet containing heart-stopping spatial power.

In that light, the spatial elements seemed to acquire substance, slowly twisting, weaving into intricate patterns around him, and then erupting in a series of subtle crackling sounds, forming spatial rifts.

These rifts, like hungry gaping mouths, carried irresistible suction, precisely biting into the Bull-shaped Demon General's massive body, devouring its flesh and armor alike, leaving a series of mournful wails echoing across the sky.

The Bull-shaped Demon General's lament vibrated through the surrounding air, each tremor seemingly accusing the suffering it endured.

A decisive glint flashed in Han Fei's eyes; he knew he couldn't hesitate now. On the staff, a deep blue light, like the night sky, surged forth; mental elements, like silent waves, rippled under his control, then transformed into incredibly sharp mental blades.

These invisible fluctuations silently penetrated the Bull-shaped Demon General's defenses, striking deep into its Soul, causing this behemoth's eyes to show confusion and terror for the first time, its attacks becoming chaotic, leaving only instinctive struggles.

Seizing this rare opening, Han Fei's staff once again displayed Divine Might; this time, violet light flowed across it, and dark elements, like undercurrents in an ancient abyss, surged forth.

They converged in his hand into dark energy waves, like phantoms in the night, silently permeating the entire battlefield, attempting to crush the Bull-shaped Demon General's will bit by bit, until it was completely devoured.

As the dark elements encroached, the Bull-shaped Demon General's movements became noticeably clumsy and sluggish; every step seemed to be a struggle against invisible shackles.

And Han Fei, he took a deep breath of the crisp, cool air, his chest rising and falling with it, a premonition of his concentrated will and power.

In the next instant, on the staff, various lights bloomed competitively; water and fire mingled, wind and thunder rose together, and all elements achieved a wondrous harmony at this moment, jointly weaving a breathtaking tableau of an elemental storm.

Within the storm, there was the wild dance of flames, the roar of thunder, and the furious cries of sand and debris; this was a feast of natural power, and also the final judgment for the Bull-shaped Demon General.

The Bull-shaped Demon General, mercilessly enveloped by the elemental storm, began to show cracks on its body; demonic flames flickered within, yet were swiftly torn and annihilated by the storm's violent power.

Han Fei's lips were tightly pressed, and incantations slipped out like silk; his resolve bloomed with the light on his staff, dazzlingly bright.

Attack after attack, like an endless tide, the Bull-shaped Demon General, under this continuous onslaught, finally could not maintain the integrity of its massive body; with a heavy roar, its form gradually collapsed in the elemental torrent, ultimately turning into fragments scattered across the sky, signaling the end of this battle.