Chapter 91: Chapter 75: The Third Kind of Spirit Demon Blood, Entering the Governor’s Estate, Recommendation to the Minister’s Mansion

Bang!

Bang!

Wang Fengyang swung his long knife swiftly, sending the poisonous skeleton flying far away.

The skeleton fell apart and could no longer move, only emitting poisonous smoke in the distance.

The poisonous smoke mixed with the night fog rising from the mountains formed a layer of pale green mist, like swirling waves. From a high vantage point, a clear boundary began to form, continuously expanding outward.

Wang Fengyang glanced around and noticed some of the skeletons had slightly larger frames, different from the ones before, but that wasn’t the main issue. The main issue was the large number of skeletons, along with the surrounding toxins.

If he continued fighting in this state, he would be exhausted very quickly.

In this toxin-filled area, ordinary martial artists were no longer suitable to enter.

At this moment, those two or three hundred martial artists were indeed retreating continuously.

Wang Fengyang quickly turned his mind and suddenly shouted, "Zhou Eli, make your move! The demon is right ahead! Let’s join forces and kill it, then the poisonous fog will disperse!"

Zhou Eli had been observing the situation all along, and seeing this, she had already made a judgment. She stood proudly, drew her long knife, and blood energy surged, channeling it to her feet, then leaped forward with a bang, reaching the edge of the poisonous fog in the blink of an eye.

Her blood and energy circulation sped up, white vapor rose around her body, she gripped the knife and charged in.

The green fog split under the impact but then quickly closed again.

From then on, the two dual-cultivator secret martial artists completely entered the land of the demon.

From above, Li Xuan, watching this scene, pursed his lips.

The fog drifting like pale frost disappeared without a trace.

The cloud pattern on his face also vanished.

His tall and lean body shrank, replaced by long legs turned into large tentacles.

A bronze-headed, iron-armed bald brute suddenly appeared around him, grabbing the steel knife and shield Li Xuan had prepared in advance, crouching low like a cold hunter, darting to the entrance to seal it.

Originally, illusion dummies could only appear within a hundred meters, but now Li Xuan’s spiritual power surged, extending its range to four or five hundred meters.

In the pale gold fog of moonlight, Li Xuan gently raised his hands, and little ghosts spread from his palms, drifting down into the valley below.

The Tiger Demon’s "Raise Ghosts" demon skill was the most adept at killing invisibly.

Previously, this demon skill brought intense fear to the entire Hundred Flowers Mansion and even Li Xuan, but now... that fear belonged to Li Xuan.

The fear he once felt would now be inflicted upon his enemies.

The two dual-cultivator secret martial artists fighting with the human-faced flower demon in the graveyard were unable to detect the demonic power descending from the sky, let alone the ordinary martial artists still fighting the skeletons.

Li Xuan continued to cast demon techniques incessantly.

This frequent casting began to tire him as well.

However, the effect was significant.

Several ordinary martial artists suddenly collapsed without warning.

At first, the other martial artists thought it was poisoning and dragged them back.

But soon, ten or twenty more martial artists began to fall.

The martial artists began to sense something was wrong.

However, Wang Fengyang and Zhou Eli, who had charged into the poisonous fog, remained unaware.

Because... they had already seen the human-faced flower demon.

Their attention was naturally focused entirely on the human-faced flower demon.

Growing amidst the foul-smelling soil, the human-faced flower demon, emitting the stench of corpses, was staring at the two approaching with its ghastly white pupils, full of fierceness.

Unfortunately... it was at the end of its rope.

It had nothing left but skeletons and poison.

Yet these were useless against secret martial artists like Wang Fengyang and Zhou Eli.

It couldn’t kill them or poison them, unless it could drag the fight until they were exhausted to prevail.

The human-faced flower demon, in panic, commanded its skeletons to charge forward.

Wang Fengyang and Zhou Eli exchanged a glance and charged forward as if they were a ferocious, heavily loaded chariot, rumbling through.

The tide of skeletons was battered by the blade light, scattering in all directions.

Suddenly, Zhou Eli seemed to notice something and quickly said, "Something seems off."

Wang Fengyang laughed heartily, "What’s there to fear? Let’s kill this demon first!"

Zhou Eli nodded, becoming even more focused.

The human-faced flower demon raised its head, continuously twisting its neck, trying to spot the tentacle demon, but it couldn’t locate it for the time being.

Watching as the two humans drew near, the skeleton tide could no longer hold them back, causing the human-faced demon to cry out in anxiety, "Save me! Save me!"

Wang Fengyang and Zhou Eli were taken aback, their hearts pounding, but with no other choice but to release the arrow when it was at the bow, they decided to finish off the human-faced flower demon first.

The human-faced flower demon struggled with all its might, but could only hold out for a brief moment before being severed by two strikes of blade light.

The ugly human head at the center of the flower fell to the ground, and instead of sap, hot, molten lava-like poisonous blood flowed from the severed neck...

After killing the human-faced flower demon, Wang Fengyang and Zhou Eli took a brief rest but suddenly felt dizzy and cold in their limbs.

"Something’s very wrong..." Zhou Eli’s delicate face twisted slightly, "This doesn’t feel like simply exhaustion."

Wang Fengyang was no longer as imposing as before and said somewhat panicked, "Let’s... get out first..."

The two of them couldn’t care about retrieving the demon’s corpse and continued to channel their blood energy to retreat.

Once they had dashed out of the poisonous fog’s range, Zhou Eli first collapsed, falling straight forward. Due to inertia, her cheek skidded a bit along the damp yellow earth, but her limbs were powerless, feeling as if something was swiftly invading her body.