120: Chapter 120 The Transformation of the Rakshasa Soldier! Hu Lie's Trump Card!

Upon hearing this, Inner Disciple Hu Lie's expression became even uglier, and he laughed out of sheer anger.

To be called a kitten, wasn't this a blatant mockery...

In the midst of the chaotic battle, he merely gave a cold sneer.

Leaning forward slightly, the fluctuations of Spiritual Qi on his body became even more explosive.

Leaning forward slightly, his Sword Qi shot straight into the clouds.

"Wretch... I hope you can still say such things in a while."

Wang Meng merely grinned, laughed heartily, and charged forward to engage in head-on combat!

With the most powerful Immortal Cultivator restrained, the greatest pressure suddenly vanished.

Under Lord Shen's orders, Di the Charcoal led the Rakshasa Dao Soldiers to begin slaughtering the Hu Family Dao Soldiers!

These Hu Family Dao Soldiers could not be called weak; they even possessed the 'Moving Like Thunder' combat art.

This combat art did not have strong lethality against Stone Demons, but for the Rakshasa Dao Soldiers whose defense was slightly weaker...

…it could not be underestimated!

Their attack speed was twice as fast as ordinary Dao Soldiers!

At the very front, an arrow shot straight for the heart... That Hu Family Dao Soldier raised his blade with both arms and fiercely blocked it.

A mocking smile immediately appeared on his face.

But before the smile could even widen, he saw a Black Killing Saber hacking down from overhead!

The immense force instantly split him in two!

Blood splattered onto Di the Charcoal's face... His expression was terrifyingly calm!

Although his grasp of the One Against a Thousand combat art was not as thorough as Wang Meng's, it was still no problem to deal with these First-grade Dao Soldiers!

A sound of wind breaking suddenly came from the right, yet he remained unmoved!

A manifested tiger claw swiped toward his chest.

A flash of ferocity instantly crossed the Hu Family Dao Soldier's face!

This claw, augmented by the Moving Like Thunder combat art, would disembowel even a Second-Rank Dao Soldier.

Let alone a First-grade Dao Soldier!

But quickly... a harsh, resistant sensation arose.

His expression was stunned.

The tiger claw, which had always been invincible, failed to break through the defense of the Dao Soldier in front of him!

A layer of blood-colored rock appeared on the man's body, easily blocking his attack.

His claws only left a shallow white mark on it!

And nothing more!

Seeing this, the Hu Family Dao Soldier hurriedly tried to retreat to build up momentum again.

But before he could take a few steps, he saw those arms, resembling solid rock, grab over!

Half of his body, like a small mountain, pressed down upon him.

Di the Charcoal's expression was calm as he asked indifferently.

"Scratching an itch? Not bad force."

The Dao Soldier's face was ferocious; seeing a fist the size of a sandbag descending before him, he subconsciously roared.

"No!!!"

But his pleas for mercy received no pity.

The fist landed on cue.

Piercing through his skull.

Bringing up some brain matter...

Di the Charcoal quickly stood up, analyzed the battlefield situation, and pushed toward the center to kill!

In the sky... Evil Qi began to form a massive cloud of Evil Qi!

The Evil Qi cloud poured into the bodies of the Dao Soldiers!

Making the battlefield become increasingly deadlocked!

Wu Yi's long blade flashed... and eerie flames burned upon it!

A huge gap was instantly torn into the chest of a Hu Family Dao Soldier.

The gloomy nether-flames began to burn... but they were quickly extinguished!

This meant that the Hu Family Dao Soldier before him indeed possessed Demonic Qi.

This type of Dao Soldier was related to the Yao Race.

However... not by much.

It could weaken some of their power, but it was far from reaching the limit!

However, this was enough!

The Rakshasa Dao Soldiers quickly replenished their ranks, slaughtering the Hu Family Dao Soldiers one after another!

Methodically.

Evil Qi entered Wu Yi's Physical Body, but he forcibly expelled the Evil Qi.

He turned his head and ordered in a deep voice.

"Too much is as bad as too little... Although Evil Qi can be quickly absorbed to restore our own Dao Soldier Realm, the danger is also relative!"

"Brothers, you must absolutely not be greedy."

"Our current willpower only allows us to recover to the First-grade."

"If it's more, not only will our willpower be affected, but it will also greatly increase the probability of an Annihilation Spirit Storm occurring."

"We absolutely cannot cause trouble for Lord Shen!"

The other Yin Soldiers nodded one after another.

"Boss... just rest assured."

"It was hard enough to get our lives back; I certainly cherish it!"

"Continue the charge!"

...

At the very back.

Shen Yi, Yan Shu, and Steward Zhao stood side by side...

Behind them were many monks from Hanshan Temple accompanying them.

Seeing Shen Yi raise his hand slightly,

while chatting, he cast a Lesser Yuan Recovery Art!

It landed on Wang Meng!

Wang Meng shuddered, and the signs of decline he had originally shown were quickly reversed.

This drew waves of hateful gazes from Inner Disciple Hu Lie.

If gazes could kill, Shen Yi would probably have died thousands of times over!

However, Inner Disciple Hu Lie could not bypass the increasingly valiant Wang Meng to reach him and cut off his head.

But even if he bypassed Wang Meng, then what?

Beside Shen Yi were the bald donkeys, Yan Shu's Formation, and Steward Zhao's Talismans.

He couldn't break through that easily!

Therefore, Shen Yi turned a deaf ear to these hateful gazes.

He even mocked him repeatedly.

Isn't the role of a healer just to buff his subordinates?

What?

You don't know how?

Then you think you can learn it just by glaring at me?

The others saw this and the corners of their mouths twitched.

This Lord Shen was good at everything.

It's just that... his conduct was a bit eccentric.

A bit despicable...

Steward Zhao analyzed the situation on the battlefield and nodded indifferently.

"In less than two hours, the Rakshasa Dao Soldiers can slaughter all these Hu Family Dao Soldiers!"

"The casualties will not exceed fifty."

"This Panshi Blood Essence is truly a good thing; with dozens of men leading the charge, relying on Hundred Battles Without Fear to hold firm against the Hu Family Dao Soldiers!"

"They are even becoming more valiant as they fight."

"What's more interesting is that these Hu Family Dao Soldiers are Dao Soldiers developed by combining with the Yao Race, yet they are invisibly countered by Wu Yi, weakening their strength!"

"Although not by much, the weakening is real."

"Allowing the advantage held by the Rakshasa Dao Soldiers to expand infinitely!"

"Right now... the only variable is likely this Inner Disciple Hu Lie!"

Shen Yi nodded indifferently and asked.

"The Badao Sword Qi of the Badao Sword Sect looks quite powerful!"

Steward Zhao nodded.

"That is natural; Badao Sword Qi focuses on annihilation, Evil Qi, and fierce might."

"It inherently holds an advantage in combat."

"However..."

A trace of envy, jealousy, and hatred flashed in Steward Zhao's eyes.

"It's just that the fierce generals under Brother Shen's command are also extraordinary!"

"If it were anyone else, they would have already been defeated."

"Yet Brother Shen's brave soldiers are still constantly growing stronger, from the initial struggle to the current ease!"

Shen Yi smiled reservedly.

"You flatter me!"

He looked over, his eyes calm.

"Next, we shall see what other trump cards the Hu Family has yet to unleash!"

...

Inner Disciple Hu Lie, who was forcibly entangled in the battlefield, saw the Hu Family Dao Soldiers being slaughtered, and became increasingly anxious and frantic.

His mind was now filled with disgust and hatred for Shen Yi.

The Second-Rank Dao Soldier in front of him was just like an unkillable cockroach.

Always disgusting people.

That would be fine, but whenever he held the advantage and was about to win, a Lesser Yuan Recovery Art would always be cast over.

Allowing the Dao Soldier to recover its stamina...

Furthermore, this Dao Soldier seemed to possess more than just one combat art.

The force in his hands was becoming stronger and fiercer.

Making him increasingly unable to parry!

His subordinates had now lost more than half, and he himself could not take this person down in the short term.

If he was dragged out, once the Dao Soldiers were all killed... he would be waiting for death!

His eyes flashed, and he fiercely crushed a jade pendant in his hand.

"Looks like... I can only use the sword Formation I worked so hard to exchange for!"

"Damned bastard!"

"This is a sword Formation worth thousands of Spirit Stones!"

"I must hack you into ten thousand pieces!"

"Only then can I vent the hatred in my heart!"