My Informative Cultivation Life-Chapter 628 - 319: The Despair of Mo Wudao

"So it was you all along!"

Mo Wudao roared with furor, a surge of killing intent around him. He was caught off guard by the sudden Death Seal and was sent flying backward through the air.

Everything happened too quickly, from the moment the two engaged to their separation—all in the blink of an eye, leaving a swath of afterimages in the sky.

Yang Ji stepped through the void, chasing after him, his body tilting as he swept at Mo Wudao's upper body, aiming to sever it.

Mo Wudao's anger boiled over; he was always the one pressing his opponents, but today the tables had turned. His adversary was even more ferocious than him, incredibly sharp and aggressive.

He spun around fiercely, leaping high, unwilling to retreat. With great force, he swung his leg back in a powerful counter-strike, colliding directly with Yang Ji's sweep.

Bang!

A brilliant burst of light exploded in the sky, and the two separated.

"Death Seal!"

Yang Ji was incredibly fast, his hands instantly weaving the Death Seal. In a moment, he charged again, his technique wide open and expansive. He aimed to dominate his opponent with overwhelming presence, to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"God-annihilating Demon Fist!"

Mo Wudao bellowed, his black hair standing on end as if it were a reversing waterfall. The piercing light in his eyes was like swords, daunting and sharp, as he smashed out his right fist, glowing with dark radiance.

The sound of their fierce collision was like an earthquake, fracturing the earth; Mo Wudao was shaken back.

However, Yang Ji did not retreat but pressed forward, following the momentum.

"Death Seal!"

Shouting aloud, Yang Ji once again clashed head-on with Mo Wudao.

"My 'God-annihilating Demon Fist' is also a top-tier Immortal Technique, yet it's actually inferior to your Death Seal. You've comprehended the Death Seal to such a level!"

Mo Wudao's eyes flashed like lightning, his punch erupting with dazzling black light. As fist met fist, he felt his arms go numb, his body trembling slightly, as if a force of death was invading him.

Startled, Mo Wudao retreated again. Yang Ji, seizing the advantage, pressed on relentlessly, shouting, "Death Seal!"

The technique was strong and resolute, slamming into Mo Wudao's face. Mo Wudao had no choice but to defend, imposing as if the Demon King himself had descended.

In the sky, it was as if thunderclaps boomed, the two colliding with formidable force.

A dazzling energy storm swept in all directions, Mo Wudao retreating while Yang Ji pursued.

Each punch was more ferocious than the last.

Energy continuously burst forth, a splendid aura wrapping around the two, like surging waves of shock.

Giant booms erupted continuously, Yang Ji quick as lightning, one seal faster than the next. By the eighteenth seal, Mo Wudao could no longer endure, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Ah..." Mo Wudao roared in fury.

Yang Ji's long hair flew about, pressing step by step, his moves sharp and wide, leaving no chance for Mo Wudao to dodge or to harness the power of the Phantom of the Demon Ancestor. All the fierce attacks were linked, forcing Mo Wudao to defend without any room to evade.

After the thirty-sixth seal, Mo Wudao roared out loud, finally unable to hold on any longer, his body smashed and sent flying, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood.

He couldn't believe that Yang Ji had grown so much.

"Drink!" Yang Ji followed up, his movements exceedingly sharp, still with ferocious direct attacks without any fancy techniques. An invisible "momentum" enveloped Mo Wudao, he was bent on forcing his opponent to stand a firm clash, leaving no room to dodge, unable to evade.

Another nine seals bombarded consecutively, the Power of Death permeating the heavens. Mo Wudao continued to spit blood, while Yang Ji felt utterly exhilarated.

Bang!

Another seal struck, directly smashing Mo Wudao away.

A trail of blood splattered across the sky.

Mo Wudao, even fused with the Phantom of the Demon Ancestor, was suppressed by Yang Ji, beaten until his mouth bled. It was inconceivable.

"You are strong, beyond my expectations," a cold voice came from the heavens. Mo Wudao, like a wounded beast, tore through the clouds and rushed out, his entire body blood-stained, disregarding Yang Ji.

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"Bring it on!" Mo Wudao was surprisingly calm, his arms stretched out, his whole body engulfed in demonic flames, striking out mightily. The heavens and earth roared with thunder and waves.

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"Death Seal." Immortal Qi burst forth, Yang Ji charging into the rolling demonic flames. Facing Mo Wudao, now empowered by the Phantom of the Demon Ancestor, he blasted out a seemingly simple yet intricate seal, imbued with the essence of death.

"Demonic Waves Surge!"

Amidst the surging demonic flames, Mo Wudao's shout echoed as his fist and seal collided, Yang Ji and Mo Wudao each shuddering violently, their bodies trembling.

"If this is all you have, you can't win. Unless you completely merge with the Phantom of the Demon Ancestor behind you," Yang Ji's voice dropped no sooner when his expression changed, realizing that Mo Wudao's aura was swelling immensely.

At the same time, amidst the towering demonic flames, dark radiance entwined beneath Mo Wudao's feet, lifting his body up.

"So be it, as you wish!" Mo Wudao looked up, as if a world-shattering Demon King, indeed fully merging with the Phantom of the Demon Ancestor.

At this moment, it was unclear whether he was Mo Wudao or the Demon Ancestor.

"Then come!"

Yang Ji exhaled deeply, a potent force erupting from his fist, and then he was engaged in battle with Mo Wudao once again.

The two were incredibly fierce, exchanging blows, causing the void to constantly shatter, and the fight was, at this moment, evenly matched.

"Your One Qi Transforms Three Clears will eventually run out. I'd like to see how you die then!" Mo Wudao's heart shook. Even merged with the Phantom of the Demon Ancestor, he still couldn't take the upper hand. This filled him with both shock and rage as his combative power surged wildly, completely unleashed.

Streams of black Demonic Qi swirled around Mo Wudao's body, as blinding as black lightning, emitting a dangerous aura.