152: Fierce battles continue

At this moment, the Demonic Energy within the Dog-Shaped Demon General's body was like boiling magma, ignited by an unprecedented thunderous power.

Demonic flames danced wildly around him, like fire meteors in the night sky, each wisp containing terrifying energy capable of incinerating all things.

The bombardment of thunder not only failed to make him yield, but under the surging power of that overwhelming force, his eyes became even more crimson, and his entire being exuded an almost wild arrogance, as if he was enjoying this Trial of heavenly thunder and earthly fire.

His power grew madly with every breath, a manifestation of the will to challenge limits and undergo Rebirth through fire.

Han Fei floated in mid-air, his robes gently swaying with the wind, his deep eyes calmly analyzing all the changes before him.

After this fierce battle, the Dog-Shaped Demon General's defense not only showed no signs of weakening, but instead reached a higher level, as solid as a rock.

He knew that brute force alone could hardly shake his opponent, and only the Fusion of wisdom and skill could find that glimmer of hope.

Thus, Han Fei's wrist slightly turned, and his staff traced an elegant arc; blue-green light condensed at his fingertips, and the elements of wind and water intertwined under his precise control, instantly weaving a whirlwind water wall that was both flexible and imposing.

This water wall was not only as solid as a barrier, effectively resisting the Demon General's surging offensive, but also generated a subtle pulling force due to its rotational power, making every movement of the Demon General sluggish, as if he had fallen into an invisible vortex, unable to exert his full strength.

Facing this sudden change, the Dog-Shaped Demon General roared to the heavens, an astonishing power erupting from his four feet, like an arrow leaving the bowstring, as he violently charged towards the whirlwind water wall.

His sharp claws shimmered with a cold silver light, leaving tearing marks in every inch of the air, intending to shatter the obstruction with a single strike.

However, under the influence of the high-speed rotating and unpredictable water flow, the Demon General's attack path showed a subtle deviation; it was this fleeting opportunity that caused a barely perceptible glint to flash in Han Fei's eyes, preparing to seize this moment to deliver a fatal blow to his opponent.

A sharp light flashed in Han Fei's eyes, and he unhesitatingly mobilized the surging Demonic Energy within his body, crossing his hands as a complex and ancient incantation was softly chanted from his lips.

As the last syllable of the incantation fell, the surrounding air seemed to ignite; a scorching aura and restless electric currents intertwined, converging in his palm into a pulsating magic orb of red and blue light.

This strange combination of fire and lightning, under Han Fei's careful control, gradually expanded, finally transforming into a destructive flame lightning, several zhang in diameter, like a giant lightning Dragon tearing through the sky, carrying unparalleled power, streaking across the firmament, and directly striking the Demon General standing proudly amidst the black mist.

Facing Han Fei's fatal blow, a sneer of contempt actually curled on the Dog-Shaped Demon General's lips.

His massive body trembled slightly, and the dark Demonic Energy around him boiled like a living creature, rapidly condensing into a continuously rolling Demonic flame shield.

This shield was deep in color, like the purest night solidified, with mysterious runes flowing on its surface, clearly containing incredible protective power, vowing to engulf all invaders into nothingness.

The moment the flame lightning and the Demonic flame shield collided violently, heaven and earth changed color.

A dazzling flash of light erupted, as if daylight suddenly appeared in the night, its brilliant glow dimming everything around.

A deafening roar echoed throughout the battlefield.

The air was compressed to its limit, then suddenly exploded, creating a gust of wind that swept the sand and stones from the ground into the air, forming a small storm.

Han Fei's body shook violently under the immense backlash, his robes flapping, as if he could be torn to pieces by this power at any moment.

But his eyes remained resolute, his teeth clenched, his legs firmly planted in the Void Realm like a rock, not allowing himself to retreat an inch.

Behind this life-and-death struggle, he deeply realized that victory not only depended on the strength of power, but also on the tenacious will to never give up.

Although the Dog-Shaped Demon General successfully resisted Han Fei's fierce attack, fine cracks had already covered his seemingly indestructible shield; the power of lightning and fire, in Fusion, continuously eroded the Demonic Energy's defense, flashing with dangerous light, as if foreshadowing an imminent collapse.

Feeling that the shield was about to reach its limit, the Demon General let out an earth-shattering roar, his voice filled with anger, unwillingness, and an infinite craving for battle.

Deep in his eyes, Battle Intent burned like fire, vowing to completely crush his opponent in this contest, leaving Han Fei no possibility of turning the tide.

A look of determination flashed in Han Fei's eyes; he knew that although his previous offensive was fierce, it had not touched the root of his opponent.

Therefore, he chose a more difficult Dao—the Fusion of Mental Energy and Demonic Energy, pursuing the ultimate balance and power.

He slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath as his chest rose and fell, and the atmosphere around him seemed to quiet down; his heart, however, was like an ancient well without ripples, utterly clear.

Beneath this tranquility, Han Fei's mind seemed to merge with heaven and earth, resonating with all things.

He began to guide the gentle Mental Energy and the surging Demonic Energy within his body to slowly intertwine, like blending the most exquisite spices, with perfect precision.

With a thought, Han Fei's hands danced lightly in the Void Realm, his fingers deftly outlining complex and ancient seals; each gesture contained a profound Profound Truth.

At the same time, his lips parted slightly, and a low, long incantation spilled from his throat; the sound seemed to traverse the shackles of time, echoing at the intersection of ancient and future.

As the incantation was murmured, the surrounding air seemed to solidify, the passage of time became slow at this moment, and even the dust floating in the air seemed to find its own rhythm, slowly dancing.

Next, Han Fei displayed his supreme secret technique—the Interweaving of Light and Darkness, a magic that transcends mortal understanding, miraculously fusing the purest light and the deepest darkness in the Universe.

In his hands, light and shadow were no longer opposing existences, but rather interdependent and reflecting each other, forming a wondrous spectacle that was both sacred and eerie, both gentle and cruel.

This unprecedented power, like the Chaos at the beginning of creation, slowly unfolded, enveloping the entire battlefield in a dreamlike interplay of light and shadow.

When the energies of light and darkness converged into a vast fluctuation, they were not just an impact on the physical world, but also a torment to the depths of the Soul.

The Dog-Shaped Demon General, who prided himself as the overlord of darkness, could not help but feel an unprecedented panic in the face of this power.

A look of disbelief flashed in his eyes, as if two invisible hands, one pulling him towards the Heaven of light, the other dragging him towards the abyss of darkness, caused his mind to tear, making him temporarily lose his Battle Intent.

It was this fleeting gap that Han Fei keenly captured.

His figure flickered, like a ghost in the night wind, silently moving to the Demon General's unguarded flank.

Immediately, the staff in Han Fei's hand transformed into a conductor's baton for storms and thunder; he silently chanted incantations in his mind, and the surrounding natural elements seemed to heed his command, as the spirits of wind and the wrath of thunder surged and converged at his call.

In the blink of an eye, a sword shadow, entwined with whirlwind and flashing with lightning, came into being; it condensed the speed of a storm and the power of thunder, carrying an unstoppable sharpness, and swiftly slashed towards the Dog-Shaped Demon General's vital point, the space seeming to be torn apart by this fierce strike, leaving a dazzling and shocking trajectory.

The sword light was like weaving, every trace of the sword shadow seemed to possess life; they were agile and cunning, weaving a complex net in the Void Realm, precisely capturing the Demon General's fleeting flaw.

That sword shadow was not only sharp, but also carried a chillingly fierce aura, like lightning in an ancient storm, unquestionable, irresistible, striking directly at the Dog-Shaped Demon General's most vulnerable vital point.

At the critical moment, finally realizing the approaching crisis, a hint of fear flashed in the Demon General's bloodshot beast eyes.

His massive body suddenly shifted, attempting to use his thick shield to resist this fatal blow; however, the speed of the wind and thunder sword shadow exceeded his reaction limit, and the shield's light merely flashed, then, like a fragile bubble, instantly annihilated upon contact with the blade.

After the dull sound of metal and flesh intertwining, Demonic flames surged, accompanied by a nauseating smell of sulfur; a deep, bone-visible wound was left on his shoulder, blood mixed with Demonic Energy, gushing out, staining the surrounding earth red.

Facing this sudden pain, the Dog-Shaped Demon General showed no sign of retreat; instead, it ignited the primal and savage Battle Intent deep within him.

He raised his head to the sky, letting out an earth-shattering roar, his voice filled with endless anger and unwillingness, as if to shake heaven and earth.

Subsequently, the Demon General's entire skin began to writhe, Demonic runes faintly appearing, as if an invisible power was boiling in his Bloodline, finally converging into that profoundly dark, almost materialized energy wave.

This power, a terrifying existence jointly spawned by the Demon General's desire for survival and desperate struggle, surged towards Han Fei with a destructive momentum.

Facing this power capable of destroying mountains, there was no trace of panic in Han Fei's eyes.

He knew that any hesitation at this moment would lead to disaster, so with a thought, his fingers lightly sketched complex runes in the air.

In an instant, a subtle, almost imperceptible distortion seemed to appear in the air; a tiny spatial rift silently opened, perfectly devouring the howling dark energy wave.

This was the supreme Realm that space mages dreamed of—"Void Realm Devour," redirecting the disasters of the real world into the boundless alternate dimension, neutralizing crises invisibly.

After successfully diverting the energy wave, Han Fei gracefully leaped backward, increasing the distance between himself and the Dog-Shaped Demon General, gaining precious time to catch his breath.

Continuous intense fighting had made his breathing slightly hurried, and sweat dripped down his temples, but his gaze remained resolute, like the brightest star in the night sky, revealing an unyielding determination and resilience.

The double exhaustion of stamina and Demonic Energy not only did not weaken his will but instead made his Soul even purer, and his Battle Intent burned even more fiercely, as if warning his grotesque opponent: in this life-and-death struggle, he would never be the first to fall.

In this extremely tense moment, Han Fei could feel the electric current in the air agitated by the Demon General's lightning power, as if even breathing became difficult.

He took a deep breath, a flicker of determination in his eyes, deciding to advance rather than retreat, using offense as defense.

He quickly formed hand seals, chanting a spell, and countless tiny ice crystals suddenly condensed in the air, rotating around him, forming a dazzling ice-blue light shield.

These ice crystals, like dewdrops on a winter morning, shimmered with a cold yet captivating luster, and under Han Fei's control, they wove into a tight and deadly net.

Just as the Dog-Shaped Demon General struck with world-destroying force, black lightning and the ice crystal light shield collided, erupting in a deafening roar.

A bright flash of light blinded everyone, and the space seemed to tremble under the impact of this power. However, Han Fei's ice crystal defense was not destroyed; instead, it cleverly deflected most of the lightning power, protecting him from heavy damage.

At the same time, Han Fei, using this rebounding force, shot out like an arrow from a bowstring, striking the Dog-Shaped Demon General's blind spot from the flank. His fingertips condensed a dual element of wind and ice, forming an incomparably sharp ice blade, exuding chilling Qi, aimed directly at the Demon General's vital point.

Han Fei's gaze was calm and resolute; even in this life-and-death moment, his heart maintained a desire for victory and confidence in precise control of power.

Every elemental manipulation, every strategic implementation, was the crystallization of his many years of Cultivation and combat experience, demonstrating the demeanor a true strong individual should possess.

The Demon General also seemed to realize the opponent's extraordinary nature, and for the first time, a hint of surprise and vigilance appeared in its eyes. In this battlefield intertwined with light and shadow, ice and lightning, the duel between the two entered a heated stage; the outcome was still unknown, but Han Fei had proven with his actions that he was by no means an easy opponent.

The sword light was like weaving, every sword shadow seemed to possess life, agile and cunning, weaving a complex net in the Void Realm, accurately capturing the Demon General's fleeting flaw.

That sword shadow was not only sharp but also carried a chillingly fierce Qi, like autumn water cutting iron, unequivocally piercing towards the Dog-Shaped Demon General's most vulnerable defense.

A look of astonishment flashed in the Demon General's eyes, followed by disbelief. Its body made a final struggle driven by instinct, but the shield constructed of pure Demonic Energy was as fragile as thin ice in early winter before the wind-thunder sword shadow, crumbling at a touch. The instant the blade and shield met, an ear-piercing friction sound erupted, sparks flew, accompanied by a mixed scent of scorched Demonic Flame and Demonic Blood, freezing the air.

Faced with the sudden heavy blow, the Dog-Shaped Demon General showed no trace of fear; instead, the arrogance and Battle Intent in its eyes were completely ignited.

It raised its head to the sky, letting out a deafening roar that pierced the clouds, as if even Heaven and Earth were moved by it.

At the same time, a surging Demonic Energy surged within the Demon General's massive body, like an undercurrent churning in an abyss, dark and profound, finally converging into a crude, dark energy torrent. This power was so condensed that its outline was almost visible to the naked eye, sweeping towards Han Fei with a destructive momentum.

Han Fei's complexion was as calm as water, but his eyes sparkled with wisdom. Faced with this thunderous strike, he did not choose to clash head-on but instead displayed the unique skill of a space mage. He quickly formed hand seals, chanting a spell, and the space around him seemed to respond to his call, twisting and fluctuating.

In an instant, a deep and mysterious spatial rift slowly opened before him. The rift was like a portal to another world, silently devouring all surrounding light. Han Fei skillfully guided the dark energy torrent, causing it to be drawn in as if by attraction, smoothly absorbed into the spatial rift, disappearing. This was not only a masterful application of the Law of space but also a manifestation of an extreme understanding of magic.

After resolving the crisis, Han Fei did not linger, gracefully leaping back, creating a safe distance between himself and the Dog-Shaped Demon General.

The continuous intense fighting had led to a noticeable depletion of his stamina and Demonic Energy; his breathing was slightly hurried, and sweat dripped down his forehead, yet there was no trace of fatigue or fear in his resolute gaze.

On the contrary, his eyes were like burning torches, illuminating his unyielding Soul.

He took a deep breath, and the magical elements around him seemed to sense their master's determination, surging wildly, condensing all his desire for victory and unyielding will into an irresistible force, pouring it into the elemental storm before him.

This was no longer just an energy release for a battle but his entire hope for freedom and justice, transformed into the purest and most powerful energy torrent in this Heaven and Earth.

As he gritted his teeth, his entire body's muscles tensed to the extreme, that elemental storm, imbued with endless emotion and power, was propelled forward by an undeniable will, like a wild horse unbridled, thundering forward, aimed directly at the Dog-Shaped Demon General standing proudly in the Chaos.

The storm rapidly expanded in flight; its colossal scale and vibrant colors were as if a small elemental Universe had been created, where the howl of wind, the roar of thunder, the blazing heat of fire, and the biting cold of ice intertwined, forming a spectacular doomsday-like scene that filled all observers with awe.

Space appeared fragile under the storm's pressure, as if kneaded by an invisible giant hand, twisting into strange shapes, with light refracting and scattering within, creating a hazy and mysterious light curtain.

Wherever the storm reached, even the air seemed to be incinerated, leaving behind a Void Realm, demonstrating the terrifying power capable of overturning all order.

Faced with this overwhelming destructive power, a rare hint of solemnity flashed in the Dog-Shaped Demon General's eyes. It knew that if it did not go all out, it would likely perish here today.

Thus, the Demon General's Demonic Energy surged out like a volcanic eruption, Demonic Flames entwined around its body like living creatures, perfectly fusing with the dark energy within it, instantly transforming into a pitch-black Demonic Flame barrier shimmering with eerie blue lightning, towering and solid, as if a portal from Hell, blocking all forces attempting to invade its existence.

The collision of the storm and the Demonic Flame was like the ultimate showdown between Heavenly God and Devil in ancient myths, erupting in a roar that shook Heaven and Earth.

Brilliant light and pitch-black fiery waves attacked each other, stirring up visible ripples that spread wildly in all directions, and the continuous tremors almost tore apart the structure of the entire Mental Energy world, plunging everything around into turmoil and Chaos.

Han Fei stood at the center of the storm, his gaze like a torch, fixed on the unmoving figure in front. His cheeks were pale from excessive spellcasting, and sweat dripped down his forehead, but he seemed completely unaware.

He gripped his staff tightly, his fingertips slightly white from overexertion, yet he continued to guide the Demonic Energy within him with unwavering resolve, continuously channeling it into the elemental storm, attempting to gain the upper hand in this contest of power.

Only one thought occupied his mind—this was not just a strike against a powerful enemy, but also an ultimate challenge to his own abilities; victory or defeat hinged on this one moment, and he would not allow the slightest slack.

At the same time, the Dog-Shaped Demon General's inner world seemed to quake violently, an invisible tremor spreading from the depths of its Soul.

It gazed at the roaring storm before it, the terrifying power formed by natural elements, bringing a heavy sense of oppression that could crush almost all living beings.

However, in the face of this fear that could pulverize the hearts of ordinary creatures, its eyes showed no trace of retreat; instead, a Battle Intent like a raging fire soared up.

It deeply realized that as long as it could stand firm under this Heaven-changing attack, then perhaps it could find a glimmer of hope to turn the tide of the battle.

In this tense and extremely uneven standoff, the storm's destructive power, like claws from an endless abyss, slowly yet firmly gnawed at the protective barrier surrounding the Demon General.

The barrier's surface began to show intricate cracks, like fine lines on ancient porcelain, portending the impending breakage.

Watching, Han Fei couldn't help but feel an inexplicable excitement and hope. He clearly realized that as long as everyone could hold on for a little longer, the Dog-Shaped Demon General's indestructible defense might collapse in the next moment.

However, how could this Demon Realm general be an easy opponent? Faced with desperation, there was no despair in its eyes, only unyielding resolve.

In the depths of its pupils, two unextinguishable Demonic Flames seemed to flicker, and Demonic Energy surged within its body, like the surface of the sea on the eve of a storm, with turbulent waves concealing murderous intent.

Finally, at that decisive moment, it opened its huge mouth and let out an earth-shattering roar, a sound filled with unparalleled rage and challenge, soaring into the sky.

With this roar, the Dog-Shaped Demon General's entire body of Demonic Flames suddenly surged, as if to incinerate the entire Heaven and Earth, transforming into a Heaven-Defying, immense power that crashed head-on into the sweeping elemental storm. The strength and ferocity of this counterattack were like the first ray of sunlight at dawn piercing through the heaviest darkness, both swift and shocking.