160: Resurrection Technique

The blurry image gradually became clear; its eyes flickered not only with blazing flames but also with a bottomless, profound light of temptation, as if it could ignite the deepest desires within a person while simultaneously plunging them into boundless confusion and bewilderment.

That gaze seemed to have substance, piercing directly through Han Fei's defenses, reaching deep into his Soul, attempting to lure him into an endless world of mist.

Han Fei instantly sobered up, realizing the urgency of the crisis. He knew that in such a Mental Energy battlefield, a single misstep could lead to eternal damnation. Thus, he forced himself to calm down, his Mental Energy converging like a tide, forming a solid barrier, attempting to keep the surging temptation at bay. Fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, each drop reflecting his inner struggle and resistance.

Even so, the Phantom Demon General's illusions still displayed their terrifying power; they were no longer merely visual deceptions but silently permeated every inch of Han Fei's thoughts, every perception, like fine rain. The battlefield's scene began to shatter, the familiar figures of his comrades becoming twisted and grotesque, and the sounds echoing in the air grew indistinct, like ancient incantations, making him disoriented.

Every step Han Fei took seemed to be on the Void Realm, surrounded by a labyrinth of mirrors, each reflection another possible self, yet none of them the true him. The way out became elusive, almost unreachable.

Han Fei's teeth clenched tightly, making a grinding sound, and sweat trickled down his resolute jaw. In this life-or-death moment, he knew clearly that once he completely succumbed to these treacherous and ever-changing illusions, he would face an endless abyss and a quagmire of despair, making escape an almost impossible task.

He closed his eyes, concentrating all his remaining strength, forcing his consciousness to condense into a sharp needle, piercing through the mist, directly to the deepest part of his Soul. Then, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his demonic Qi, like a roused gale, roared through his meridians, converging into a surging torrent of energy.

Around him, a dark and profound Soul vortex silently formed. It was as dim and mysterious as a midnight whirlpool, greedily spreading outwards, attempting to devour all illusion and unreality, leaving only pure reality and truth.

However, facing this desperate counterattack, the Phantom Demon General seemed to merely sneer. The illusions it controlled not only did not retreat but became even more rampant and ferocious.

The illusions layered upon each other, growing from blurry to terrifyingly clear. Each scene seemed to be Han Fei's deepest fears and shadows, which he most wished not to touch, mercilessly amplified until they occupied his entire world. The anxieties and panic hidden in the darkest corners of his mind now surged like a tide, attempting to swallow the last glimmer of his sanity.

Han Fei's heart pounded like a drum, each beat accompanied by sharp pain, but he knew that hesitation meant failure, even death.

So, he took a deep breath, and as if mountains and rivers were collapsing within his chest, a low yet powerful roar erupted from his throat.

At this moment, the demonic Qi within him, like a giant Dragon freed from its shackles, surged forth. The Soul vortex expanded with it, transforming into a massive black whirlpool, tearing and crushing the suffocating illusions around him one by one, revealing a pale and real sky.

The Phantom Demon General seemed to feel an unprecedented threat, its illusory figure trembling slightly in resistance. Han Fei seized this fleeting weakness, his demonic Qi re-condensing. With a flick of his hands, a dazzling aurora suddenly appeared, transforming into a formidable light blade, carrying the resolve of the dawn, and thrust directly towards the Phantom Demon General's core vital point.

That blazing light, like a meteor streaking across the sky, easily pierced through the Phantom Demon General's illusory body, making it emit a piercing wail of agony. As the light faded, the Phantom Demon General's figure gradually diminished, finally dispersing into the air like smoke, leaving only silence.

Han Fei slowly exhaled the breath he had held for so long. Although the crisis was over, his body felt as if it had been drained, his limbs hanging limply at his sides, and a weary yet relieved smile on his face.

His Mental Energy and demonic Qi were both exhausted to their limits, but in this battle against himself and his Heart Demon, he ultimately stood until the end, proving his resilience and indomitable spirit.

However, the battle's horn was far from sounding its end. Han Fei had just finished his treacherous and ever-changing contest with the Phantom Demon General, and just as he was about to catch his breath, an unprecedentedly vast Aura surged from the other end of the sky, like the first roar of an ancient beast awakening, shaking every inch of space.

He suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing through the smoke and ruins, catching sight of the figure that would become his ultimate challenge.

The Dragon Soul Demon General was leisurely descending onto the ravaged battlefield.

The might and solemnity of this Demon General were not merely physical intimidation; the chilling Aura surrounding him seemed to dim even the sun, moon, and stars, and the colors of the world seemed to be forcibly drained, leaving only a stifling grayness.

The Dragon Soul Demon General's body was like a mountain range spanning the sky, his skin like cast bronze, gleaming with a metallic chill. His form resembled a giant Dragon, not only in his winding, scaled body but also in the supreme majesty and profound wisdom contained within his eyes, as if he perceived the essence of all living things, foretelling every strategy Han Fei had yet to unfold.

Whenever he softly exhaled, the surrounding air seemed to tremble under that invisible force, and all life seemed to bow before him. And when he roared, the sound was like a great bell, reverberating in all directions, causing all the soldiers on the battlefield to instinctively cover their ears, fearing that the sound waves would tear their fragile eardrums. The entire world seemed to be encompassed within his absolute Domain.

Han Fei gazed at this unparalleled existence, yet his heart was unusually calm. He knew deeply that this would be the final battle that decided everything; victory might turn the tide, defeat would lead to eternal damnation. Facing this power capable of crushing everything in the world, Han Fei chose not to flee; an unyielding flame burned in his eyes.

He quickly composed himself, and his entire body's demonic Qi converged like a tide, forming a surging torrent of energy, rushing through his body, preparing for the desperate struggle to come.

The Dragon Soul Demon General did not give Han Fei much time to prepare. He saw him suddenly open his enormous Dragon maw, capable of swallowing the heavens and earth, and a Dragon's Breath erupted from it like a blazing storm, so scorching that it could instantly reduce all things to nothing, sweeping towards Han Fei.

In this moment of life and death, Han Fei decisively unleashed his ultimate technique, "Violent Thunder Prison." The sky instantly became overcast, countless bolts of thunder brewing and intertwining within the clouds, then crashing down like the whips of an angry deity, directly clashing with the Dragon Soul Demon General's world-destroying Dragon's Breath.

In a flash of lightning, the thunder and Dragon's Breath erupted in a earth-shattering explosion in mid-air, like a brilliant and destructive fireworks display blooming in the sky.

The explosive sound, accompanied by the pungent smell of sulfur and the acrid stench of burning objects, and the rolling airwaves enveloped the entire battlefield in Chaos, with the sky and earth darkening, and the sun and moon losing their light.

Han Fei gritted his teeth, his muscles tensed, as if every nerve was cheering for this clash of power. He poured out all his demonic Qi, precisely and resolutely guiding the power of lightning, attempting to gain the upper hand in this elemental contest. Even if it was only a tiny advantage, he wanted to firmly grasp the dawn of victory.

However, the immense power displayed by the Dragon Soul Demon General far exceeded the limits of any other Demon General. Although his Dragon's Breath was suppressed by the thunderclouds Han Fei had summoned, reducing some of its might, it still carried destructive power capable of leveling mountains, like the shadow of death, pressing closer and closer, enveloping Han Fei.

Facing such overwhelming pressure, Han Fei clearly realized that to survive this life-and-death struggle, he had to abandon conventional methods and adopt more astonishing means.

Thus, with a shift in his thoughts, he immediately adjusted his tactics, no longer simply relying on the ferocity of lightning, but skillfully transforming and elevating that mighty thunderous power, fusing it with the ancient energy from the vast stars. Han Fei's deep eyes slowly closed, and his entire being seemed to merge with the vast Universe. His spiritual tendrils extended into the depths of the distant starry sky, gently touching each long-slumbering star.

With a soft call from within him, these stars seemed to hear his summons, and ancient, dormant stellar energy, crossing the shackles of space and time, flowed gently into Han Fei's body, causing him to glow with a faint yet exceptionally warm starlight.

"Starfall!" Han Fei's low and firm voice pierced the sky. As these two words were uttered, he suddenly chopped down with both arms. At that moment, all the stellar energy gathered within him seemed to find an outlet, transforming into a dazzling, resplendent light blade, like the brightest meteor in the night sky, streaking across the firmament with an unstoppable momentum, rushing towards the startled Dragon Soul Demon General.

At this sudden attack, imbued with the mysteries of the stars, an unprecedented look of astonishment flashed in the Dragon Soul Demon General's eyes. Almost instinctively, he quickly spread the pair of huge and magnificent Dragon wings on his back, attempting to use his iron-hard Dragon scales as a final defense to block that seemingly gentle but terrifying light blade.

However, the "Starfall" unleashed by Han Fei was not something an ordinary being could withstand. When the glowing light blade touched the first Dragon scale, it did not bounce off or dissipate as expected. Instead, it seemed to possess its own will, suddenly bursting forth with suffocatingly intense light at the moment of contact, like a real meteor falling, exploding upon the Dragon Soul Demon General's scales, bringing a brilliant yet cruel stellar baptism.

The giant Dragon's cry of pain shook the heavens and earth. His body developed several hideous cracks under the bombardment of starlight, and crimson blood flowed from the fissures, staining his once majestic body with a tragic hue.

Seeing this, Han Fei's heart held no slack, for he knew that the Dragon Soul Demon General's unimaginable power and unyielding will would never completely dissipate due to a temporary setback. Therefore, he once again focused his Mental Energy, intending to activate the legendary "Void Rift," hoping to draw the power of the formidable enemy before him into the abyss of nothingness, delivering a fatal blow.

Unfortunately, the Dragon Soul Demon General's will was as firm as steel. Even when facing the threat of being swallowed by the Void Realm, he refused to yield, struggling fiercely, and with an earth-shattering brute force, he broke free from the rift that was about to drag him into the dark abyss.

The moment the Dragon Soul Demon General successfully escaped danger, his eyes, like ancient Talismanic Incantations suddenly unveiled, burst forth with an extremely dazzling red glow.

Within that red light, an ancient and mysterious power, capable of Transmigration through the long river of time, was contained, like a giant Dragon that had slept for ten thousand years awakening, spreading rapidly with an unrivaled majesty and pride, covering the entire smoke-filled battlefield.

In this sudden surge of energy, Han Fei involuntarily felt a shock and pressure emanating from the depths of his Soul, as if an invisible pair of hands were tightly gripping his spiritual world.

Accompanied by the Dragon Soul Demon General's earth-shattering roar, the sound not only contained anger and unwillingness but also an indescribable vitality and unyielding will. With this roar, a massive energy containing endless vitality surged out from within the Demon General, like the first hint of green after the spring thaw, rapidly rippling outwards, and wherever it went, death seemed to retreat.

Under the impact of this energy, Han Fei's face was solemn, knowing full well that this was by no means comparable to simple magic fluctuations, but rather a powerful and not-to-be-underestimated resurrection magic that deeply understood the Law of life.

As expected, under the impetus of this resurrection power, the broken bodies of the Demon Generals, who had been defeated by Han Fei at great cost, began an incredible process of reassembly.

First to reappear was the Blazing Lion Demon General. His massive body, made of pure flames, under the nourishment of the resurrection energy, was like a reborn Phoenix, its flames burning even more fiercely than before. The crimson firelight almost illuminated half the sky, and his Aura was so strong that it seemed he had never experienced defeat or destruction, proud and inviolable.

Close behind, the Ice Wolf Demon General's body coalesced and regenerated from ice fragments, the Thunder Eagle Demon General returned, soaring with wings in lightning and thunder, the Earth Armor Demon General reforged his indestructible armor from beneath the dust, and the Wind Blade Demon General returned with an unparalleled sharp storm... One by one, all A-rank Demon Generals, under the effect of this Heaven-Defying resurrection magic, broke free from the shackles of death and stood once again on the battlefield. The grandeur of their formation was heart-stopping.

Han Fei looked at this astonishing scene, and an unprecedented sense of urgency and crisis arose in his heart.

This time, he was no longer facing opponents whose strength had been damaged, but ten fully recovered A-rank Demon Generals at their Peak power. This was undoubtedly an ultimate challenge that surpassed all his previous experiences.

What's more, in the previous fierce battle, he had already consumed a large amount of magic and physical strength. The power within him was like a dry well, desperately needing replenishment but finding no source.

At this moment, Han Fei knew that the real test had just begun.

The Dragon Soul Demon General's deep, dark eyes were like an abyss, locking onto Han Fei, flickering with mockery, seemingly silently scoffing at his insignificant resistance.

He gently flapped his massive and majestic Dragon wings, each beat causing the surrounding space to tremble, leading a group of hideous Demon Generals, who had just been resurrected from the brink of death, to form a black cloud and slowly approach the isolated Han Fei again.

In the eyes of every Demon General burned a killing intent capable of incinerating Souls. It was a gaze that had experienced countless battles and was filled with an infinite craving for combat. Their Battle Intent was like the silence before a volcanic eruption, suppressed but ready to erupt, indicating that a storm that would completely annihilate Han Fei was about to arrive.

Han Fei stood still, his Aura trembling slightly, but a firm and unyielding light gradually gathered in his eyes.

He knew that there was no turning back now; any hesitation would be his grave. So, he took a deep breath, as if to extract the last shred of strength from his chest, forcefully dispelling the fatigue that clung to his heart and the fear that constantly gnawed at his reason.

His thoughts raced like a gale through his mind, searching for a glimmer of hope, a brilliant strategy that could both defeat these Demon Generals and completely eradicate their resurrection ability. Because Han Fei knew that if he couldn't fundamentally resolve the Dragon Soul Demon General's existence, then even with his Heaven-Defying abilities, he would only be trapped in an endless cycle of deathmatch, where every victory was temporary, and failure was an eternal threat.

Just as Han Fei was deep in thought, the combined assault of the Demon Generals came like a floodgate opening, overwhelming everything. The scorching flames spewed from the Blazing Lion Demon General's mouth were like the sun falling to earth, heat waves rolling, almost incinerating the air; the Ice Wolf Demon General was surrounded by biting cold, each breath solidifying the surrounding air into frost, and each of his charges was accompanied by a sword-like coldness, cutting through space, leaving clear frost marks.

The Thunder Eagle Demon General soared, its wings slicing through the sky, drawing dark clouds, and then thousands of lightning bolts, like a violent storm, mercilessly struck Han Fei; the Earth Armor Demon General was like an Incarnation of the earth, steady and unstoppable, each step making the ground tremble, as if even mountains had to make way for it; and the Wind Blade Demon General, moving too fast for the naked eye to discern, transformed into streaks of flowing light and shadow, freely shuttling across the battlefield, searching for even a hint of a flaw in Han Fei, attempting to deliver a fatal blow at the fastest speed.

Facing such a powerful combined attack, Han Fei keenly felt that his previous strategies and techniques were no longer sufficient. His body, due to continuous fierce battles, seemed somewhat shaky, old injuries and new pains intertwined, each step a test of his will.

More severely, his internal magic reserves were almost exhausted, each spell casting like drawing water from a dry well, incredibly difficult. And those Demon Generals, their return seemed to be blessed by some mysterious power, not only recovering their full combat strength but also carrying a fierce, unyielding Aura, displaying unprecedented powerful strength, which made Han Fei's situation increasingly precarious.

Under the combined siege of ten varied and exceptionally formidable Demon Generals, Han Fei felt surrounded on all sides, fraught with danger. His eyes were sharp, and he quickly calculated, decisively abandoning the reckless strategy of directly confronting this group of Demon Realm elites.

He knew that continuing with such a war of attrition would only trap him in a heavy encirclement, making it difficult to escape. Therefore, Han Fei made a swift decision, opting to utilize the complex and ever-changing battlefield terrain, as well as his own extraordinary speed and flexibility, to launch a mobile and flexible guerrilla war.

Han Fei's figure was like a ghost in the night, gracefully moving through the smoke-filled battlefield. He was like a child of the wind, using his astonishing speed and leopard-like agile reactions, always deftly dodging to a safe distance just a second before the Demon Generals' claws could reach him.

He danced among the light blades and light swords, each movement precisely calculated, striving to maximize his strategic advantage without suffering the slightest harm.

In this game of both wit and courage, Han Fei occasionally unleashed Super-Tier Magic from his profound Spell Cultivator cultivation—each strike containing power capable of shaking heaven and earth.

Amidst the flashing lights, miles of ice, pouring fire rain, and thunderous lightning were all his playthings, attempting to gradually weaken the powerful strength of those Demon Generals. However, even such powerful attacks only temporarily halted the Demon Generals' advance, because the regenerative power of these creatures returned from the abyss of death was almost unbelievable.

Especially the Blazing Lion Demon General, enveloped in scorching flames, like a moving sun, his roar accompanied by rolling heat waves, almost incinerating everything around him. The flames pursued Han Fei's figure, leaving behind scorched scars on the earth wherever they passed, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning.

Han Fei narrowly escaped death several times, licked by the edges of the flames, but with astonishing composure and a deep understanding of natural elements, he used a sudden gust of wind, like a lightning bolt streaking across the night sky, cleverly dodging the fatal embrace.

In Han Fei's repeated challenges, "Void Rift" became another Sharp Weapon. He attempted to open a portal to the Void Realm along the Demon Generals' attack trajectories, intending to make the surging attacks disappear into nothingness.

However, these experienced Demon Generals were clearly no ordinary foes; they either changed their attack direction with lightning speed or simply paused their assault, scrutinizing Han Fei's every move with cunning eyes, avoiding falling into the same trap again.

The Thunder Eagle Demon General, with his astonishing speed and ability to control lightning, wove an impenetrable net. In a flash of lightning, countless blue lightning bolts, like frenzied silver snakes, wove a Domain of death in mid-air, intending to bind Han Fei within it.

In this storm of lightning and thunder, even though Han Fei failed to completely avoid it a few times and was touched by the residual lightning, his Battle Intent remained like an unquenchable flame.