200: Chapter 200 Breakthrough with Peace of Mind

A Half-Step Third Stage facing an Early Stage Third Stage; the gap in strength cannot be bridged by sheer will alone.

"Hum~"

Fortunately.

In the rear.

Wu Li's Blood Pupil flashed, and a streak of invisible Evil Qi merged into Tiger Biao's body, causing his Demon Power to flow smoothly, greatly reducing his Physical Body injuries, and reigniting his Battle Intent.

The Pig-headed Great Demon did not notice this.

"So tough!"

The Pig-headed Great Demon slammed down another punch; Tiger Biao's head sank sharply, and his teeth finally released the mace.

He stumbled back two steps and shook his head; blood streamed down from the roots of his ears and the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the ground and creating small pits.

Heida, Heier, Bai Chi, and Heishan walked out of the Crow Flock and stood by Wu Li's side.

Heida's claws dug into the stone crevices, Heier's pupils contracted into vertical lines, Bai Chi's hand had already reached for the bone blade at his waist, and Heishan's wings spread slightly, ready to pounce at any moment.

"Old Ancestor."

Heida's voice was very low.

Heier did not speak, but his body leaned slightly forward, like a taut string.

Bai Chi's bone blade was half-drawn from his waist, and the hemp rope on the blade creaked as he gripped it.

Heishan's muscles were knotted, and the feathers on his wings stood on end, like a bird of prey ready to pounce.

The four Middle Stage Second Stage demons looked at Wu Li simultaneously, waiting for him to speak.

Wu Li crouched on a stone, his blood-red pupils fixed on the battle ahead, his face devoid of any expression.

He tapped his fingers lightly on his knee and then shook his head.

"No rush."

Heida's claws pulled out of the stone crevices and then dug back in, but he did not move.

Heier's body recoiled slightly, but the killing intent in his pupils did not recede.

The four demons stood by Wu Li's side without making a move.

Tiger Biao was still in front, with his back to them, blocking the space between the Crow Flock and the Pig-headed Great Demon.

Blood was still seeping from the wounds on his back, flowing down his yellow-black fur, dripping onto the ground and forming a small, dark red puddle at his feet.

Tiger Biao panted heavily, his chest heaving violently, but his eyes had not dimmed; instead, the killing intent in his pupils had grown stronger.

He licked the corners of his mouth; his fangs were stained with his own blood and the rust from the Pig-headed Great Demon's mace, mixed together, tasting fishy, sweet, and astringent.

The Pig-headed Great Demon slammed his mace onto the ground, the head of the mace striking the stone slab and creating a shallow pit.

He leaned on the handle of the mace with both hands, tilted his head to look at Tiger Biao, and wore a smile on his lips.

"Still not accepting your fate?"

The Pig-headed Great Demon asked.

Tiger Biao did not answer.

His four claws dug into the stone slab, his tail was held straight, and a low rumbling sound emanated from his throat, like a beast driven to a dead end, grinding its teeth.

Blood was still flowing, but his back was held very straight.

Tiger Biao's eyes were blood-red.

It was as if blood was burning in his yellowish-brown pupils, causing his entire eyeball to glow with a dark red light.

"Huff, huff, huff!!!"

His breathing grew heavier and heavier, and with every exhale, two streams of white Qi sprayed from his nostrils, his chest swelling like a large drum.

The Demon Power within his body surged, like someone pouring oil into a furnace, the fire burning hotter and fiercer.

"Roar!!!!"

Tiger Biao forgot the pain.

Blood was still flowing from the wounds on his shoulder blades, the tears at the roots of his ears were still seeping, and the bruise on his head had swollen half his face, but he could no longer feel it.

His consciousness began to blur, and there was only one word in his mind...

Kill!

The suppressed ferocity within his body exploded at this moment.

"Boom!"

Tiger Biao kicked off the ground with his four claws and pounced.

This time it was faster than before; no more defending, no more blocking, every strike was a desperate attack—if you smash me with a mace, I will bite you; if you punch me, I will tear off a piece of your flesh.

His claws left three bloodstains on the Pig-headed Great Demon's arm deep enough to see the bone, his fangs tore a piece of flesh from the Pig-headed Great Demon's shoulder, and his tail whipped against the Pig-headed Great Demon's leg, causing him to stumble a step.

The Pig-headed Great Demon's expression changed.

Tiger Biao's aura was climbing, surging wildly.

The Bottleneck of the Half-Step Third Stage appeared cracked at this moment, like a wall repeatedly struck by a heavy hammer, the cracks spreading from the center of the wall to the surroundings, ready to collapse at any time.

"This beast is about to have a Breakthrough!"

The Pig-headed Great Demon's pupils contracted sharply.

He dared not drag it out any longer.

An Early Stage Third Stage Pig Demon fighting a Half-Step Third Stage Tiger Demon, and the opponent is having a Breakthrough in the middle of the fight—if this gets out, it's not just his face he loses, but his life.

Once Tiger Biao breaks through to the Third Stage during the battle, the first person he will kill is him.

"Damn it!"

The Pig-headed Great Demon took three steps back, his feet sinking into the stone slab, stabilizing his stance.

He threw away his mace, crossed his hands in front of him, spread his fingers, palms facing each other, and Demon Power surged madly from his Dantian.

"Innate Divine Ability: Savage Pig Rams the Mountain!"

The Pig-headed Great Demon roared, and his palms pushed forward violently.

A dark red ball of light exploded, transforming into the phantom of a huge wild boar, fangs like knives, four hooves like pillars, head lowered, charging toward Tiger Biao.

Wherever the phantom passed, the ground was plowed into a deep ravine, gravel flew, bushes were uprooted, and the air was filled with sharp, piercing sounds.

The speed of the phantom was astonishingly fast; Tiger Biao had no time to dodge, and if he were hit, he would surely die...

Fortunately, at this moment...

With a boom, blood-red light flashed.

Wu Li moved, disappearing from the stone, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Tiger Biao.

He raised his right claw, and Demon Power surged from his palm like a tide, gray-red Evil Qi carrying the full pressure of the Late Stage Third Stage, transforming into a huge light shield, blocking in front of Tiger Biao.

"Boom~"

The wild boar phantom crashed into the light shield, emitting a dull, thunderous sound.

The light shield remained unmoved, while the phantom shattered inch by inch starting from its fangs, dark red light scattering everywhere like shards of broken glass falling to the ground.

The Pig-headed Great Demon's Divine Ability was shattered by Wu Li with a single strike, leaving not even a sound behind.

"What?!"

The Pig-headed Great Demon's pupils contracted to pinpoints.

His Demon Power was forced back into his body by the rebounding force, his Meridians feeling as if someone were prying them open from the inside; he groaned in pain, took three steps back, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He stared at Wu Li, his murky pig eyes filled with disbelief.

Wu Li did not look at him.

He turned his head, his blood-red pupils falling on Tiger Biao.

Tiger Biao was covered in blood, the wounds on his shoulder blades still seeping, the tears at the roots of his ears yet to heal, but his back was held straight, his four claws gripping the ground, his tail held taut.

The Demon Power within his body was still surging, and the cracks on the Bottleneck were becoming denser, like a wall ready to collapse at any moment.

"Break through with peace of mind."

Wu Li said.

Tiger Biao froze for a moment, then nodded.

He did not waste words; he lay down, closed his eyes, and the Demon Power within his body stopped erupting outward, instead contracting inward, all pouring into his Dantian.

His aura was climbing, compressing, and condensing, like a lump of iron repeatedly forged—the more it was struck, the harder and brighter it became.

Wu Li turned around and looked at the Pig-headed Great Demon.