150: stalemate

Han Fei's battle with the Dog-Shaped Demon General continued in the Mental Energy world.

Although the surrounding space was formless and immaterial, the energy fluctuations hidden within the Void Realm surged like an angry tide. Even the formless Wind Elementals seemed to be imbued with substantial weight and texture at this moment.

This unique environment was like an impartial referee, serving as both the stage for the duel and the source of power for both sides, granting Han Fei unprecedented freedom to manipulate and transform this world, allowing his Super-Tier Magic to transcend physical limitations and display astonishing spectacles.

After Body Integration, the Dog-Shaped Demon General's Aura was like a moving mountain. The combination of strength and speed transformed him into a death storm on the battlefield. Each swing carried terrifying power capable of tearing reality apart.

Facing such a formidable opponent, every strike from Han Fei required the condensation of his entire essence. Only by relying on his profound understanding of the Profound Truth of magic and his indomitable will could he barely maintain balance amidst the light swords and daggers.

Through countless clashes, Han Fei gradually realized that this battle could not be resolved by a simple display of brute force. Thus, he began to devise a more ingenious strategy, intending to use the unique characteristics of the Mental Energy world to trap the Dog-Shaped Demon General in an invisible cage, a net woven from illusions and a labyrinth of spatial distortions.

In that instant, Han Fei closed his eyes, and what he inhaled no longer felt like air, but the surging primal energy of the entire Mental Energy world.

His inner calm was as deep as an abyss, and his consciousness felt like an invisible hand, gently caressing every corner of this world.

The surrounding space began to subtly fluctuate under the guidance of his thoughts, signaling an impending storm led by his mind.

A low, magnetic incantation escaped Han Fei's lips, like an ancient song Awakening slumbering myriad things.

In an instant, he was enveloped by a veil-like mist that gradually spread, transforming into ever-changing scenes—sometimes a vast and boundless star river, sometimes an intricate labyrinth, or perhaps breathtaking historical vistas.

These illusions not only isolated him from direct contact with the Dog-Shaped Demon General but also sought to interfere with the Demon General's judgment through infinite changes and profound Concepts, causing him to lose his way in this maze of intertwined reality and illusion, thus winning Han Fei valuable initiative.

The Demon General's proud sensory abilities, in this space filled with infinite illusions and misconceptions, seemed to be shrouded in an invisible mist. Even his eyes, capable of discerning falsehoods, struggled to capture Han Fei's flickering figure.

Han Fei seized this rare opportunity, transforming into a hunter in the shadows, moving freely through layers of illusions, each step light and precise, meticulously calculated to find the perfect angle for a decisive blow.

His staff trembled gently, and the jumping ice-blue light on it was like the purest ice crystals from the extreme north, particularly striking in this illusory space.

Han Fei closed his eyes in concentration, his fingertips lightly tapping. The surrounding air seemed to instantly drop to freezing point, and the moisture in the air rapidly condensed, forming countless ice needles, as fine as hair and as sharp as daggers, densely filling the air like a dazzling yet deadly constellation.

He silently chanted, and thousands of ice needles responded abruptly, bringing bone-chilling cold, weaving a death net that covered the sky and earth, silently enveloping the Demon General.

Facing this sudden storm of ice needles, the Dog-Shaped Demon General's body, covered in demonic flames, violently shook. The flames around him seemed provoked, instantly surging to form a burning shield that effortlessly melted the ice needles into nothingness.

However, Han Fei's scheme was far from over. A slight smile played on his lips, and his staff once again glowed with dazzling lightning. Thunderous power surged in his palm, coalescing into a lifelike electric Dragon, its body winding, thunder rumbling, rushing towards the Demon General with world-destroying power.

The electric Dragon soared, tracing brilliant trajectories in the Void Realm of the Mental Energy world. Lightning intertwined, illuminating every corner, blurring the line between illusion and reality. The Dog-Shaped Demon General roared, his demonic power like a bursting flood, forming an indestructible barrier, attempting to block the electric Dragon's fierce impact.

However, the might of the electric Dragon was terrifying. Even with the Demon General's full effort, he was forced to retreat repeatedly by the vast power, cracks appearing in the ground beneath his feet, and dust flying.

Seizing this opportune moment, a flicker of determination flashed in Han Fei's eyes. His staff glowed green, and Wind Elementals responded to his call, gathering in his grasp.

In an instant, a fierce wind roared, erupting from his palm. The wind intensified, eventually forming an enormous tornado that swept up the chaotic energy in the illusion, as if even space itself was twisted by this power, creating a suffocating giant vortex that firmly imprisoned the Dog-Shaped Demon General, preventing his escape.

The Demon General, as expected of a seasoned warrior, still struggled fiercely amidst the tornado's rampage, even in this life-or-death situation, relying on his astonishing perseverance and strength. Each desperate struggle made space tremble.

Finally, he let out a roar, his inner demonic power boiling to its extreme, and he forcibly tore through the tornado's restraint, regaining freedom. Seeing this, a chilling sensation rose in Han Fei's heart, knowing that this battle was far from over, and any slight negligence could instantly reverse the situation.

In the ensuing intense and fierce confrontation, Han Fei was like a dancer in the Mental Energy world, skillfully utilizing the spatial distortions and changes of this mysterious Domain, as if conducting invisible strings, weaving an intricate net to disrupt the Dog-Shaped Demon General's steady pace and fierce attacks.

His figure flickered in and out of existence in the Void Realm, as if hovering on the edge of reality and illusion, using the subtle gaps of spatial rifts for dazzling teleportation. Sometimes he appeared silently like a ghost in the Demon General's blind spot—leaving behind trails of scorching flame blades; other times, he suddenly leaped to the Demon General's head, like a divine soldier descending from the sky, unleashing a bone-chilling rain of ice arrows. Each surprise attack carried his carefully planned different offensive strategies, making it impossible to guard against.

Facing Han Fei's unpredictable attacks, the Dog-Shaped Demon General displayed astonishing reaction speed and battlefield intuition. Despite frequent sudden blows, he maintained remarkable calm and agility.

Whenever Han Fei's attack struck like lightning, the Demon General's robust body, covered in dark red scales, could twist and dodge at incredible angles, or brandish his incomparably sharp demonic claws, weaving a dense defensive net to neutralize Han Fei's attacks one by one.

At the same time, the scorching demonic flames he spewed from his mouth were like a torrent from purgatory, not only scorching and distorting the surrounding space but also forcing Han Fei to retreat repeatedly to avoid being engulfed by this destructive power.

In this boundless Mental Energy Domain, the confrontation between the two was like the collision of two stars. Each exchange stirred up vast energy ripples, causing space to tremble and light to burst forth, as if the entire Universe was witnessing this epic duel.

Han Fei's combat strategy became increasingly diverse and flexible. He was like an envoy proficient in all elements, sometimes summoning fire Dragons made of raging flames to sweep across, sometimes condensing ice spears of chilling cold to pierce the enemy's heart, and even wielding thunderous lightning and raging storms. Various elemental powers were used interchangeably, all aimed at finding even a trace of weakness in the Demon General.

However, the Dog-Shaped Demon General was by no means an easy opponent. He stood firm against Han Fei's storm-like attacks, relying on his terrifying strength and astonishing agility.

Whenever the Demon General counterattacked, the immense force carried an Aura like a collapsing mountain. Whether it was a claw strike or a demonic flame breath, it was enough to make the earth tremble and the air explode. Han Fei had to exert his full strength, mobilizing all his demonic power, and using exquisite footwork and precise magic shields to barely avoid or block these potentially fatal counterattacks.

As time passed, this tug-of-war became exceptionally protracted. Both sides seemed to be trapped in the tactical labyrinth constructed by the other, unable to find a decisive Breakthrough.

Han Fei could clearly feel that as the battle deepened, his internal demonic power was rapidly depleting at a visible speed. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and an unprecedented sense of urgency surged in his heart.

He knew that in such a high-intensity confrontation, being exhausted first meant defeat. Therefore, Han Fei's eyes grew sharper, and he silently pondered how to find that glimmer of hope in the next moment, deliver a fatal blow to his opponent, and end this long and cruel battle.

He took a deep breath, a look of determination flashing in his eyes, and once again concentrated his Qi, as if he could capture every subtle spatial tremor around him.

At this moment, he decided to take a risk and use the intricate spatial magic array, which was little known even in the wizarding world.

Han Fei closed his eyes, immersing himself wholeheartedly in the vast magical energy. The veins on his forehead subtly throbbed. He slowly raised his ancient staff, and the tip of the staff bloomed with dazzling light, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, dispelling the surrounding gloom and Chaos.

This light was not just visually brilliant; it also contained Han Fei's boundless will and determination. With his low incantation, the light suddenly surged, transforming into countless fine lines that intertwined and wove, drawing an intricate, almost artistic pattern in the Void Realm.

These light lines interconnected, opening and closing in an instant, forming a labyrinth woven from countless spatial rifts. Each rift was like an abyss, exuding a terrifying Aura that swallowed everything, making people tremble with fear.

The Dog-Shaped Demon General, that terrifying existence with a ferocious face and sharp fangs, had no choice but to stop his wild charge in front of this spatial labyrinth.

His eyes for the first time revealed confusion and hesitation. Each step he took seemed incredibly difficult, as if invisible shackles bound his movements, and his former agility and ferocity were greatly diminished at this moment.

Seeing this opportune moment, Han Fei's figure moved like a ghost, appearing and disappearing in the labyrinth of spatial rifts.

Each time he emerged, he precisely appeared near the Demon General's weak points, unleashing a torrent of ice arrows, fireballs, thunderbolts, and torrential winds.

Various elemental magic spells were cast alternately from his hands, like a dazzling elemental feast, posing a fatal threat to the Demon General and a perfect interpretation of the Laws of nature.

Facing Han Fei's continuous offensive, even the battle-hardened Dog-Shaped Demon General appeared somewhat flustered.

In this twisted and chaotic space, his once omnipresent counterattacks became sluggish and powerless, and his former majesty and confidence were gradually replaced by unease and anxiety.

At this very moment, Han Fei seized the initiative of the battle, and his staff burst forth with an unprecedented golden light, shining like a small sun.

Accompanying his firm incantation, the power of the earth gathered in response, and Earth Elementals seemed to gain their own will, rapidly condensing into a massive stone hammer.

Carrying heavy spatial pressure and destructive power, it crashed down towards the Dog-Shaped Demon General.

This was not merely a physical collision but a dual challenge to the rules of space and elemental power.

The moment the stone hammer touched the Demon General's body, the entire space seemed to tremble, and the Demon General let out a heart-wrenching roar, with pain and unwillingness overflowing from his anger-filled eyes.

Han Fei gave his opponent no chance to breathe, continuously casting Super-Tier Magic beyond common sense.

Each strike consumed the Demon General's vast vitality, and the scales of victory slowly tilted towards him.

The contest between Han Fei and the Dog-Shaped Demon General was like the collision of two stars, erupting with dazzling light.

The battlefield, woven from Mental Energy, was ever-changing, with every ripple containing earth-shattering energy.

The Mental Energy of the two powerhouses intertwined, searching for that glimmer of hope that would determine victory.

Han Fei's eyes flickered with the spark of wisdom; he deeply understood the Profound Truth of Super-Tier Magic, intending to use it as a blade to pierce through his opponent's defenses.

And at this critical juncture, the Dog-Shaped Demon General suddenly raised his head to the sky, and a roar that shook the nine heavens erupted from deep within his throat.

The sound was like the roar of an ancient Demonic Beast, transcending the boundaries of time and space, striking directly at the abyss of the soul.

With this deafening roar, the Dog-Shaped Demon General's massive body incredibly began to tremble, as if driven by some mysterious power.

Immediately after, a breathtaking transformation unfolded before everyone's eyes—his flesh began to violently twist, his volume rapidly expanded, and then, amidst streaks of light that tore through space, he bizarrely split apart, transforming into a sky full of dog-shaped phantoms.

These Clones were not simple illusions; each one contained power that could not be underestimated.

They seemed to be endowed with life, surrounding him like a surging dark tide, displaying a strange and powerful collective consciousness.

Han Fei looked at the sudden, countless dog-shaped phantoms, his pupils involuntarily constricting, and an unprecedented sense of urgency welled up in his heart.

Although these phantoms were slightly weaker in strength compared to the original body of the Demon General, their immense number was enough to form a terrifying suppressive force, like an invisible giant net, slowly tightening and firmly binding him within it.

The air in the Mental Energy world was filled with tension and oppression; the phantoms seemed to possess their own will, moving in unison like a well-trained legion, silently weaving an impenetrable net around Han Fei.

They were light and swift, leaving trails of afterimages in the Void Realm; each approach seemed to herald the arrival of a storm.

Although the attack power of a single phantom might not be enough to shake Han Fei, when they surged forward like a tide, even the strongest defense seemed precarious under their combined force.

Han Fei's eyes flashed, and he quickly adjusted his battle strategy.

His fingertips gently traced the staff inlaid with colorful gems, and the staff body glowed with dazzling light, like the brightest star in the night sky, condensing the power of Wind Elementals, Fire, Water Elementals, Earth, and other elements.

Under his skillful manipulation, they slowly intertwined, weaving a splendid and mysterious elemental totem.

He took a deep breath, deciding to adopt a large-scale attack strategy, hoping to reduce the number of approaching phantoms in a short time, to buy himself a moment of respite in the battle.

Han Fei suddenly waved the staff in his hand, chanting an incantation.

In an instant, a sea of churning flames abruptly rose from the ground; the scorching Fire Elementals seemed to gain their freedom.

Driven by Han Fei's will, they wildly danced and expanded, their rampant fiery tongues carrying an Aura of destruction, surging towards the densely packed dog-shaped phantoms, attempting to engulf them one by one with high temperatures.

However, those phantoms displayed extraordinary flexibility and resilience; they moved nimbly through the sea of fire, appearing and disappearing like ghosts.

Even when touched by the flames, they only left a fleeting afterimage, then reformed elsewhere.

Although some unfortunate phantoms were completely swallowed by the flames, turning into wisps of smoke and dissipating, many more phantoms seemed fearless, still fiercely pouncing on Han Fei, their sharp fangs and bloodthirsty gaze appearing even more ferocious under the firelight.

Facing this situation, a chilling sensation arose in Han Fei's heart, but he did not retreat.

Instead, he quickly changed tactics, mobilizing the power of Water Elementals.

As his hand seals changed, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and thunder rumbled.

Immediately after, a massive and majestic water spout was summoned, circling and roaring in mid-air, like a giant beast awakened from an ancient ocean.

Carrying overwhelming power, it moved among the phantoms, each touch creating ripples of tearing, intending to dismantle these persistent phantoms one by one.

However, the number of phantoms was simply too astonishing; they were like an inexhaustible spring, with one batch defeated, another new batch quickly filled in, the offensive waves rising higher and higher, seemingly indicating that this battle would be endless.

Fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Han Fei's forehead, and he began to deeply realize that the power hidden behind these phantoms was extraordinary.

They were not only astonishing in number but also possessed a strange regenerative ability.

Whenever they were destroyed, as long as the core power was not truly shaken, they could quickly re-form in a very short time, their vitality so tenacious that it was astounding.

In the continuous guerrilla warfare, Han Fei's every step felt exceptionally heavy, sweat dripping down his taut chin onto the battle-scorched earth.

His breathing was rapid, and the fluctuations of magic power flickered within him, like stars about to extinguish in the night sky, indicating that his stamina and magic reserves were gradually depleting.

The enemies were endless like a tide, and Han Fei deeply felt that relying solely on the current war of attrition was not a long-term solution.

Thus, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he decided to use more strategic means to break the stalemate.

He slowly closed his eyes; the world seemed to stand still at this moment, with only his steady and powerful breathing echoing in the silence.

Han Fei took a deep breath of air mixed with gunpowder smoke and dust, his chest expanding, as if absorbing courage and determination into his body.

His consciousness slowly sank into the depths of his mind, a vast and boundless Mental Energy Domain where the Concepts of time and space became blurred, and the essence and rules of all things were clearly visible.

Han Fei's consciousness was like a wild horse unbridled, galloping through this illusory yet real space.

His perception was honed to the extreme; every faint fluctuation, every wisp of wandering energy, had nowhere to hide.

At this moment, amidst the intertwining of endless Chaos and order, he captured an unusual clue—a hidden and profound energy core, which seemed to be the heart of this phantom army.

With its invisible threads, it pulled the actions of every enemy, maintaining this nightmare-like assault.

Han Fei's mind raced, and he instantly understood that this was the key to the Dog-Shaped Demon General's troublesome Divine Ability of Clone.

Without hesitation, he immediately cast the extraordinary spatial Super-Tier Magic.

He saw his hands trace complex and profound trajectories, and the air seemed to split open with a subtle yet unfathomable crack, a fissure leading to an unknown Domain.

Han Fei, using the power of this rift, swayed his body and gracefully escaped from the impenetrable encirclement of phantoms, leaving behind trails of afterimages, like ghosts in the morning mist.

Subsequently, Han Fei fully immersed himself in the impending decisive battle.

He gripped his staff, a Divine Artifact that appeared ordinary but contained infinite power.

As his will surged, the runes on the staff lit up one by one, emitting colorful light.

The gentleness of Water Elementals, the fervor of Fire, the agility of Wind Elementals, the solidity of Earth, the explosiveness of Thunder, the sanctity of Light, the profundity of Darkness, and the chill of Ice—eight basic elements resonated at this moment, converging into a force capable of shaking heaven and earth.

Han Fei gently pushed out this energy ball, which condensed the myriad essences of heaven and earth.

It passed through the slightly opened spatial rift, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, heading straight for the energy core hidden in the Void Realm.

Under the fierce impact of that energy ball, which seemed to contain the power of stars, every inch of space in the Mental Energy world seemed unable to withstand the ravages of this immense power.

It stirred up circles of surging fluctuations, like substantial ripples spreading out, causing the entire invisible Mental Energy Domain to be in a subtle tremor, like the ringing of ancient bells, echoing endlessly in the boundless Void Realm.

The energy core, at the moment of this destructive collision, burst forth with blinding strong light, like a miniature sun exploding.

In an instant, light radiated in all directions, engulfing all surrounding colors in this sacred yet violent radiance.