153: Take the lead

Han Fei's body trembled violently under the sudden impact, as if struck by an invisible giant wave, the muscles on his cheeks twitching involuntarily, indicating the extraordinary power of this rebound.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

Not far away, the elemental Thunderstorm that swept across the world, under this unexpected counterattack, seemed to encounter an invisible shackle; the raging wind blades, thunder, and fireballs gradually lost their initial ferocity, and the power fluctuations showed an imperceptible weakening, as if the forces of nature were compromising with some ancient Law.

The seemingly collapsing defensive barrier beside the Dog-Shaped Demon General, however, displayed incredible vitality at this moment; its light not only did not dissipate but became even more solid, shining with an almost tangible toughness, as if silently declaring its indomitable spirit and Rebirth.

Han Fei's figure paused in mid-air, then he skillfully flipped once using the elements in the air, landing steadily.

His eyes were bright and full of spirit, containing both a desire for battle and a calm analysis of unknown challenges.

Deep in his heart, what surged in Han Fei was not a sense of defeat, but a fighting spirit that grew stronger with each setback.

He took a deep breath, once again gathered the elemental power around him to his Dantian, and observed every movement of his opponent with full concentration; every subtle change could not escape his eyes, and he was patiently waiting for that moment capable of rewriting the battle.

Although the Dog-Shaped Demon General appeared somewhat disheveled in this round of confrontation, his eyes remained sharp as blades, without the slightest fear.

His massive body stood firm, limbs tensed, like a leopard poised to strike, ready to launch a fatal blow at any moment.

Each breath caused subtle changes in the surrounding airflow, demonstrating his formidable strength and considerable Aura.

In his eyes, besides the desire for battle, there was also a hint of recognition for Han Fei's ability and anticipation for the coming new round of attacks.

Facing this tense standoff, Han Fei's heart was exceptionally calm.

He understood that this was not just a clash of external forces, but a deep contest of wisdom and perseverance.

Thus, he closed his eyes in contemplation, his mind racing, various tactical strategies gushing forth like a spring, each meticulously considered by him.

In this moment of silence, Han Fei seemed to achieve a mysterious resonance with the elements between heaven and earth, accumulating unprecedented power for his next actions, waiting for the best moment to deliver a fatal blow to his opponent and break this seemingly balanced stalemate.

At the moment of making this crucial decision, Han Fei's gaze became exceptionally firm, as if containing the profoundness and wisdom of the starry sky.

He knew that against this powerful Dog-Shaped Demon General, brute force alone would be difficult to win; he must rely on strategy and skill to turn the tide of battle.

He took a deep breath, and the magic power within him surged like an awakened ancient river, turbulent yet precisely controlled.

Han Fei's fingers gently grasped his staff, each swing seemingly outlining intricate and exquisite patterns in the air; it was the secret language where elements and spatial Law intertwined, whose Profound Truth could only be comprehended by true mages.

As the staff was wielded, the surrounding air began to distort, as if even light was pulled by this mysterious power, becoming flickeringly bright and dim.

Han Fei skillfully guided this power, extracting the four major elements of wind, fire, water, and earth from nature, and fusing them with spatial power, creating an unprecedented magical combination.

A faint elemental fragrance permeated the air, signaling an approaching Thunderstorm.

Those tiny blades formed by condensed energy, under Han Fei's control, were like stars in the night sky, both dazzling and dangerous.

They cut brilliant trajectories through the Void Realm, eventually converging into a constantly rotating Thunderstorm, with Han Fei himself at its center. This was not just an attacking vortex, but more like a giant net woven from magic, intended to capture and destroy any approaching threat.

A flicker of surprise crossed the Dog-Shaped Demon General's eyes; he could feel the sharpness contained within these blades and the Profound Truth of spatial Law, a power extremely rare and difficult to resist for any creature.

The demonic flames on the Demon General's body suddenly surged, attempting to form a barrier to protect himself from the spatial blades.

However, when the first wisp of blade penetrated his demonic flames, easily leaving a subtle yet deep crack on the surface of the flames, the Demon General finally realized that this battle was far more difficult than imagined.

Han Fei's strategy was to constantly put psychological pressure on the Demon General through this dazzling combination of skills, making him gradually expose weaknesses during frequent defenses.

Each passing blade was not just a physical attack, but also planted a seed of unease in the Demon General's heart, gradually taking root and sprouting, until the defense line collapsed.

Within the space, that invisible yet incredibly sharp blade skillfully weaved through the Demon General's mountain-solid defense network, like a cunning fish finding a gap in the current.

It precisely captured a few faint pulsations in the Demon General's defense, instantly transforming into myriad points of light, like the brightest stars in the night sky, piercing through abruptly.

These tiny wounds, though insufficient to make the Demon General's massive body collapse, were as irritating as mosquito bites, gradually eroding the Demon General's focus and calmness, making his perception of external changes dull.

Seizing this opportune moment, Han Fei's mind stirred, and the air around him seemed to be imbued with life, suddenly erupting into a fierce gale.

The Thunderstorm seemed to be summoned by some mysterious power, converging from all directions, spinning rapidly around him, forming a massive whirlwind vortex that tightly enveloped Han Fei.

In this chaotic eye of the storm, lightning and thunder began to rage, the lightning like restless spirits frolicking and leaping in the embrace of the wind; each arc of electricity was accompanied by deafening roars, making the entire scene spectacular and awe-inspiring.

In this exquisite Fusion of lightning, thunder, wind, and surging clouds, Han Fei's figure seemed to merge with the forces of nature; his form gradually blurred, finally transforming into a dazzling, bright blue lightning meteor.

This meteor, carrying the roar of the wind and the wrath of thunder, swiftly attacked the Dog-Shaped Demon General with a speed almost beyond the limits of sight, leaving a brilliant and dangerous streak of light in its trajectory.

Facing this sudden, fatal assault, even the battle-hardened Demon General couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and a hint of panic flashed in his deep eyes for the first time.

However, due to the continuous subtle harassment from the spatial blades, the Demon General's response seemed somewhat clumsy and sluggish, and the shield that should have been raised in time was half a beat late.

In a flash of lightning, the lightning meteor fiercely crashed into the thick shield in front of the Demon General; instantly, heaven and earth changed color, an extremely dazzling light suddenly burst forth, as if daylight descended upon the night, making it impossible to look directly.

The shockwave generated by the explosion was like raging waves crashing against the shore, directly overturning the Demon General's massive body, sending him stumbling back several steps; the ground trembled with him, and dust flew.

And that originally indestructible shield, under such a violent impact, finally revealed its flaw—tiny cracks spread like a spiderweb, signaling the fragility of the defense and the verge of collapse, no longer able to maintain its former absolute protection.

Han Fei's movements were fluid and unhesitating; his fingertips flickered, as if weaving a splendid tapestry, and the fire and earth elements resonated in response. Under his exquisite control, these two natural forces fused in an unprecedented manner.

Flames, like blooming red lotuses, churned in mid-air, while heavy rocks, catalyzed by the heat, became pliable; the two intertwined, finally transforming into a vivid magma Dragon.

The Dragon spread its wings, radiating a scorching light that paled the heavens and earth, accompanied by a rumbling roar and a heatwave capable of melting metal, it charged directly towards the ferocious Dog-Shaped Demon General.

Facing this sudden attack, a hint of considerable vigilance flashed in the Dog-Shaped Demon General's eyes.

His roaring voice was filled with wild power, and magic surged within his massive body, like a boiling dark river. With his roar, demonic flames gathered from all directions as if summoned, condensing into a towering rock wall, attempting to block the raging magma Dragon.

But this rock wall, under the continuous high-temperature scorching of the magma Dragon, began to show cracks; the rock surface shimmered with layers of heat, revealing signs of being overwhelmed.

In this contest of strength and will, the magma Dragon seemed to possess life, relentlessly exerting increasing pressure on the rock wall.

Every sound of cracking rock was a merciless judgment on the Dog-Shaped Demon General's defense line.

Though the Demon General was formidable, under continuous consumption, sweat began to seep from his forehead, and the magic and stamina within his body, like a dried-up spring, gradually depleted.

Han Fei stood not far away; although his body trembled slightly from prolonged spellcasting, his eyes were exceptionally firm, revealing an unwavering will.

He knew that this was not only a test of both sides' stamina and magic, but also a tempering of the persistence and faith deep within his Soul. The dawn of victory seemed to be at hand; just one more moment of perseverance, and he would witness the arrival of light.

The Dog-Shaped Demon General also felt an unprecedented crisis at this moment.

His eyes flickered with cunning and determination, as if he was gambling, deciding to go all out.

Deep within his massive body, a surge of magic far exceeding anything previously displayed began to rapidly gather; the air became heavy, almost making it difficult to breathe, and the surrounding environment seemed to tremble under the pressure of this power.

A decisive blow was about to erupt at this moment.

Han Fei's body trembled slightly, as if an invisible chill had penetrated his Soul; it was an instinctive alertness that only arose when facing a threat of death.

His heart suddenly pounded faster, every nerve in his body tensed to the extreme, like a leopard poised to strike, ready to meet the coming Thunderstorm.

At this decisive moment, Han Fei took a deep breath, concentrating his mind to an unprecedented degree, his eyes glinting with determination and fearlessness. He seemed to merge with the air, becoming a War God silently awaiting his enemy's arrival.

The Dog-Shaped Demon General's figure appeared even more sinister in the night.

He raised his head high, letting out an earth-shattering roar towards the dark sky. The sound contained an indescribable anger and unwillingness, as if he was swearing to the heavens that even at the end, he would fight to the death.

With his furious roar, the surrounding demonic energy began to surge wildly, transforming into rolling demonic flames that instantly enveloped the entire space, forming a turbulent sea of fire.

This sea of fire was not merely a symbol of destruction, but also the manifestation of the Demon General's indomitable will. With a speed bordering on madness, and with the Aura of world-ending devastation, he lunged towards Han Fei's position, vowing to turn all obstacles into ashes in this final strike.

Facing this overwhelming offensive, Han Fei showed no hesitation or fear.

He knew that retreating now would mean never having a chance to recover.

Thus, he closed his eyes, immersing himself completely in the source of demonic energy within his body.

That power, originating from the depths of his Soul, slowly gathered under his guidance, flowing along his meridians to the ancient staff clutched in his hand.

At the tip of the staff, two diametrically opposed energies, light and darkness, began an unprecedented Fusion. They entwined, intertwined, and finally condensed into a dazzling, blinding barrier.

This barrier was both protection and counterattack; it not only meant defense but also foreshadowed the perfect absorption and counter-strike of the enemy's attack.

When that rampant sea of demonic flames collided violently with the light-dark barrier released by Han Fei in mid-air, the entire world seemed to be shaken by this terrifying energy.

A thunderous roar erupted in the air, and huge energy fluctuations spread rapidly like ripples. The surrounding space trembled under the pressure, and cracks spread like a spiderweb.

In this life-and-death confrontation, Han Fei gritted his teeth, every muscle strained to its limit. Sweat on his forehead condensed and slid down in the tense atmosphere, but the resolve in his eyes never wavered in the slightest.

Relying on his rock-solid will and superb magical control skills, he miraculously stabilized the shining barrier, keeping it standing firm against the demonic flames' insane assault.

In contrast, the originally aggressive Dog-Shaped Demon General began to show signs of fatigue after round after round of fierce impacts. Each of his charges became more strenuous, and a hint of disbelief and despair began to flicker in his angry eyes.

Even if he used all his tricks, he could not shake Han Fei's impregnable defense in the slightest.

Amidst a deep roar that seemed to come from the abyss, the rampant sea of demonic flames gradually lost its arrogant Aura. Its light dimmed, its heat dissipated, trembling weakly like embers in the setting sun.

The Dog-Shaped Demon General, this warrior among demons, finally showed signs of fatigue under the sustained onslaught. He panted heavily, and though unyielding flames flickered in his golden pupils, the trembling of his limbs and the slight sway of his body all revealed that his physical limits had been reached. He had no choice but to retreat to his initial position, temporarily resting his vengeful claws.

Han Fei gripped the staff in his hand, as if it were his last link to this world.

His face was pale, his lips pressed tightly together. From his slightly trembling body, it was clear that even he was close to the brink of exhaustion.

But at this critical juncture, an unprecedented determination surged within him—this was the only chance to turn the tide of battle, and there was no room for error.

He slowly closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of the murky yet life-filled air, trying to calm his chaotic thoughts and guide the almost extinguished demonic energy, like digging for a forgotten Treasure Trove deep within his heart, preparing to awaken the most ancient and powerful magical force.

On the other side, the Dog-Shaped Demon General, unwilling to admit defeat, showed no slack whatsoever.

He lowered his head, spitting angry demonic flames from his nostrils. The black mist surrounding his body churned, gathering into an even more intense wave of demonic energy.

Complex emotions flickered in his eyes, a fierce desire for battle mixed with a resolute acceptance of his fate.

As the demonic energy within him surged again, the surrounding air seemed to solidify. An invisible heavy pressure enveloped the entire scene, even the light became distorted, and the space faintly emitted an almost inaudible wail, foreshadowing that the upcoming confrontation would shake the heavens and earth.

When Han Fei reopened his eyes, a resolute expression, like the first light of dawn, dispelled all hesitation.

He raised his staff high above his head. The gem embedded in the staff's tip shone with the light of hope, echoing the miracle he was about to unleash.

He softly parted his lips, chanting an ancient incantation, imbued with mystery and majesty. With the fall of each syllable, it was as if a door to the Profound Truths of the Universe was being struck open, and the surrounding world trembled.

Gales responded to his call, howling forth. Lightning flashed and thunder roared across the sky, and the earth itself gently trembled, as if the four elements themselves were touched by his supreme will, gathering at a single point, weaving into a vast and intricate magical network. The energy contained within it was immense and boundless, enough to overturn the Cosmos.

Han Fei took a deep breath, gathering all his demonic energy between his palms. His fingertips moved gently, as if conducting a symphony of natural forces.

As his incantation finished, a surging, powerful energy suddenly erupted, unleashing the ultimate combined magic of wind and lightning—Thunderstorm.

Instantly, gales swept forth like a thousand armies. They twisted and roared, stirring the surrounding air into a continuous howl.

The lightning embedded in the wind, like an angry deity of the sky, flashed golden and crackled, intensely intertwining in the air, finally condensing into a vast and shining thundercloud.

This thundercloud was not only a display of natural power but also carried destructive might capable of overturning mountains and rivers. It Advanced with an unmatched Aura, like the arrival of doomsday, sweeping towards the Dog-Shaped Demon General, who stood in place with a ferocious expression.

Violent currents crisscrossed within the thundercloud, each arc containing the power to tear apart the heavens and earth, as if to turn everything it touched into nothingness.

Facing this overwhelming and terrifying power, a hint of solemnity flashed in the Dog-Shaped Demon General's eyes.

He knew that if he didn't respond with all his might, he would surely die.

Thus, he suddenly opened his mouth, spitting out wisps of dense demonic Qi. This demonic energy rapidly gathered, forming a thick and scorching flame shield around his body.

This shield, like a crimson fortress, burned fiercely, attempting to withstand the Thunderstorm's world-shattering impact with its high temperature and unyielding will.

However, the power of the Thunderstorm unleashed by Han Fei was too astonishing. The gales, like countless sharp blades, carried the power of lightning, mercilessly cutting at the seemingly impregnable flame shield. In just a few breaths, the surface of the solid shield was torn with several shocking cracks, sparks flying, signaling that the defense was about to collapse.

Seeing that the first strike had already shown results, Han Fei coldly snorted in his heart. He did not give his opponent any chance to breathe, his mind highly concentrated, and the demonic energy within him surged again.

This time, he skillfully fused fire and ice, two extreme elements, within his body. This was a forbidden knowledge that even many Advanced mages found difficult to master—the Blazing Ice Prison.

This was a magnificent dance of fire and frost. The scorching flames were like karmic fire from purgatory, crimson and fierce, the surrounding air warped by the high temperature, as if every wisp of oxygen in the mountains trembled and melted under this passionate embrace.

And at the same time, the icy frost was a cold current surging from the depths of the netherworld. They carried a bone-chilling coldness, slowly freezing everything they touched until time seemed to stand still.

When these two completely opposing forces converged and collided in his hands, it produced not only a visual spectacle but also a Soul-shaking energy explosion. At that moment, the boundary between ice and fire blurred; they achieved a strange harmony in their violent conflict, releasing astonishing power capable of changing the very color of the heavens and earth.

On a battlefield where Chaos and flames intertwined, the Dog-Shaped Demon General faced an unprecedented challenge. When the explosion of the Blazing Ice Prison struck like a thunderbolt, the world seemed to freeze instantly, and the air wailed under the tearing force of extreme temperature differences.

That layer of demonic flame shield, which once made many strong individuals cower, trembled and twisted under the cruel baptism of ice and fire, until it finally disintegrated. Cracks, initially tiny, rapidly spread across the entire shield, and with a mournful explosion, it completely vanished.

The Demon General's massive body inevitably suffered the ravages of these dual extreme powers. His once lustrous fur was scorched, interspersed with traces of icy frost, appearing mottled and discolored. His low roar was laced with pain and indomitable fury, echoing across this despair-shrouded land.

Han Fei witnessed this scene, his eyes glinting with resolute light, knowing that there was no room for hesitation now. He had to press the advantage and deliver a fatal blow to his opponent.

He quickly adjusted his breathing, raising the ancient staff high. Upon the staff, the elements of light and darkness seemed to sense their master's determination, beginning to surge uneasily. This was the Profound Truth he had painstakingly researched for many years—"Interweaving of Light and Shadow," a forbidden art that perfectly fused light and darkness, yet was extremely unstable and capable of shaking the heavens and earth.

As Han Fei softly chanted the incantation, dazzling light and bottomless darkness violently collided under the swing of his staff, weaving a grand cosmic tableau in mid-air. Life was nurtured within the light, and annihilation was hidden within the darkness. The two intertwined, giving birth to an immense energy vortex.