119: Chapter 119 One Against Three

"Not good!"

"Defend!"

The Elder in the center flipped his hands, and a pitch-black shield emerged from his palms. A ferocious beast head was carved onto the shield face, its mouth wide open, and spiritual light surged from the beast's mouth, forming a thick barrier of spiritual energy.

In the rear.

Wu Li hovered in mid-air, his blood-red pupils fixed on that Flying Sword, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

He waved his right hand, and a flash of silver light shone from his ankle. The Yang Essence Blade Ring flew out silently, transforming into a crimson streak of light that collided with the Flying Sword.

"Watch out!!"

"Clang~"

Metal clashed against metal, sparks flying everywhere.

The crimson Flying Sword was knocked off course by the Yang Essence Blade Ring, grazing past Wu Li's wing and nailing into the stone pillar behind him, which shattered upon impact.

The Elder on the left side changed expression and hurriedly recalled the Flying Sword.

The crimson Flying Sword flew out from the rubble, the flame runes on its blade dimmed slightly.

His expression was unsightly. Gritting his teeth, the Flying Sword once again turned into a streak of light, heading straight for Wu Li.

At the same time, the ancient bronze mirror in the hands of the Elder on the right side turned, and a cold, eerie cyan light shot out from the mirror, aimed directly at Wu Li's chest.

"Die, you Prodigy!"

"Look at this!"

The Elder in the center also struck simultaneously. Pushing with both hands, the beast head on the pitch-black shield opened its mouth wide, and a pitch-black spiritual light shot out, carrying a corrosive aura, heading straight for Wu Li.

The three attacks struck simultaneously, sealing off all of Wu Li's escape routes.

"Hmph!"

Wu Li let out a cold snort, his wings flapping violently as his figure rapidly shot upward into the air.

The crimson Flying Sword swept past his feet, the cold cyan light grazed his left wing, and the pitch-black spiritual light struck the ground behind him, exploding into a crater several zhang wide, sending gravel flying and soil churning.

The three Elders' attacks missed, but Wu Li's figure was exposed to their line of sight.

They simultaneously activated their Spiritual Artifacts, and the crimson Flying Sword, the cold cyan light, and the pitch-black spiritual light attacked again at the same time.

Wu Li hovered in mid-air, his blood-red pupils fixed on the three Elders struggling desperately, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly to reveal a cold sneer.

"Is that all you've got?"

He waved his right hand violently, spreading his five fingers, stirring the surrounding darkness.

The Colorless Profound Light surged in from all directions like a tide, quickly enveloping the Spiritual Artifacts the three had unleashed.

"Hum~"

The pupils of the three Elders constricted simultaneously; they felt it.

The connection between themselves and their Spiritual Artifacts was weakening rapidly, as if an invisible wall had been placed between them.

The humming of the Flying Sword became weak, the cyan light of the ancient mirror flickered uncertainly, and the beast mouth on the shield no longer opened.

They desperately activated their spiritual energy, attempting to re-establish the connection, but that intangible barrier grew thicker and heavier, as if a hand were pinching the thread between them and their Spiritual Artifacts.

"Not good!"

The Elder on the left side was shocked, his voice changing pitch.

Wu Li did not give him a chance to react; waving his left hand, the Yin and Yang rings on his ankles flew out simultaneously.

The Yang Essence Blade Ring turned into a crimson streak of light, and the yin soul blade ring turned into an ice-blue blade of light, one on the left and one on the right, as fast as lightning, heading straight for the three Elders' faces!

"Puchi!"

The Yang Essence Blade Ring slashed across the chest of the Elder on the left; his protective spiritual light shattered like paper, his dharma robes were torn open, and blood gushed out.

The yin soul blade ring struck the shoulder of the Elder on the right; the ice-blue light exploded, his entire arm hung limply, and his face turned as pale as paper.

The Elder in the center was struck by both rings simultaneously; blood holes opened in his chest and abdomen, blood sprayed wildly, and his body flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The three Elders' protective spiritual light was completely shattered, and the refining power of the Colorless Profound Light swarmed over their bodies like a colony of ants.

Their skin began to crack, and their blood was vaporized before it could even flow out, revealing blackened muscles. The muscles then withered and shrank at a rate visible to the naked eye, as if something had drained the moisture from them.

They rolled on the ground, screaming repeatedly, their voices so shrill and miserable it made one's scalp tingle.

"Ah!!"

"My hand!"

The three's screams echoed across the battlefield, sharp and miserable, making every Human Race Cultivator present tremble in fear.

Inner Sect Elder Han Song stood before the light gate, his expression changing abruptly, a flash of panic passing through his hawk-like eyes.

Three Peak Foundation Establishment Elders, the pillars of the Xuanyi Sect; if they were lost here, the Xuanyi Sect's Foundation in Long City would be destroyed.

He could no longer afford to watch, and with a violent slap of his right hand, the xuantian mirror flew from his palm and hovered above his head. The surface of the mirror shone with brilliant golden light, and seven dark red gems glowed simultaneously.

"xuantian mirror!! Activate!"

"Hum!"

The mirror light surged, and a golden beam of light as thick as a bucket shot out from the mirror, carrying the might of an Acquired High Grade Spirit Treasure, slamming directly into Wu Li's innate Divine Ability!

"Boom!"

The strike landed.

The area shrouded by Wu Li's Colorless Profound Light trembled violently before quickly dispersing.

Wu Li's figure was revealed, his pupils constricting sharply.

"Evil creature, die!"

Inner Sect Elder Han Song struck again; the mirror light turned and shone toward Wu Li.

Seeing this, Wu Li flapped his wings violently, his figure retreating rapidly, but the beam of light was too fast, reaching him in the blink of an eye.

He crossed his hands in front of him, Demon Power condensing frantically in his palms as a layer of pitch-black Demon Power shield formed before him.

"Boom!!"

The golden beam of light struck the Demon Power shield, exploding into a wave of air.

Wu Li's expression was unsightly.

The golden beam of light broke directly through Wu Li's defense and struck his chest. His entire demon body was blasted backward, crashing through a stone pillar behind him and rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

At this moment.

His chest was scorched black, revealing the charred flesh beneath, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. However, he lifted his head, his blood-red pupils still fixed firmly ahead, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly to reveal a ferocious smile.

But compared to Wu Li.

Those three Peak Foundation Establishment Elders were no longer in human shape.

Their protective spiritual light had long since shattered, and the refining power of the Colorless Profound Light had scorched their skin black, leaving them a bloody mess, with bones exposed in some places.

They lay on the ground, motionless, only their chests rising and falling slightly, on the verge of death.

Under such a scene.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment.

Everyone stopped their actions, watching those three bloody figures, watching Wu Li crawl out from the pile of rubble.

"How is this possible!"

Ding Yuan's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, his eyes wide open, staring fixedly at those three bloody figures.

Those were three Peak Foundation Establishment Elders, the strongest fighting force of the Xuanyi Sect in Long City.

But now, they were lying on the ground like dead dogs, not a single piece of good flesh on their bodies, unable to even scream.

And the one who wounded them was a crow.

Three Peak Foundation Establishment Cultivators, no match for one crow.

If not for Inner Sect Elder Han Song having the xuantian mirror, those three Elders wouldn't just be left with one breath; they would be stone-cold dead...

"That crow's methods are extremely eerie."

Li Tai said, gasping for breath; in front of him lay the corpses of two Wolf Demons.

At this moment.

The battlefield fell silent, only the whimper of the wind blowing through the stone pillars and the occasional caw of a crow from afar could be heard.