Chapter 135: The Golden Body of the Earth Demon

Mo Tianhua struck with a skeletal palm that surged like demonic clouds; the countless wails and shrieks emanating from it were enough to shake one’s very soul.

"Break!"

Yi Tian unleashed the full power of his Great Sun Heavenly Art, driving a fist of solar energy toward that earth-shattering palm. A searing heat met abyssal darkness. In an instant, the intensely scorching true essence collided with the black skeletal palm, eroding and consuming one another in a terrifying display of destruction.

The following moment, both were repelled by the violent shockwave.

While his opponent merely retreated a few paces, Yi Tian was forcibly thrown back several dozen feet, his right fist numbing to the point of losing all sensation.

What a powerful physique!

Yi Tian realized that his opponent’s body was even tougher than his own, which had already been refined by two Blood Bodhi fruits. Furthermore, the techniques Mo Tianhua practiced were clearly of a higher grade, surpassing even the First-Grade Heavenly Arts. As a master who had condensed a Demonic Core, his demonic essence was slightly weaker than Yi Tian’s, yet it was inexhaustible. The combat arts he derived could manifest the profound and myriad transformations of demonic power; that skeletal palm was no ordinary technique, but one evolved into a highly venomous force capable of devouring flesh and blood. In this way, the formidable true essence Yi Tian had cultivated through his Sixth-Grade Heavenly Art lost its inherent advantage.

"Fight!"

Yi Tian immediately employed the God-Shift secret technique, engaging Mo Tianhua once more.

In the moments that followed, a scorching white brilliance and a dark, sinister light clashed repeatedly across the heavens. The collision of their respective energy auras erupted with thunderous roars.

Seeing this, Yi Feng, Yi Shan, and the others in the distance had no choice but to put away their precious bows. The combat speed between their captain and the enemy was simply too fast; even their hard-won archery skills might fail to track them, and they feared causing accidental harm.

Yet, Yi Feng and his companions would never let their captain face the enemy alone. Seeing that their captain was clearly at a disadvantage, the members of the Samsara Team charged into the fray, unleashing their own various Heavenly Arts.

ROAR!

Yi Feng and Yi Kuang joined the battle, immediately unleashing terrifying tiger roars toward Mo Tianhua.

The fearsome sound waves swept instantly across the enemy’s black energy aura, causing it to tremble violently until, under the pressure of the sonic assault, cracks began to spiderweb across its surface.

Mo Tianhua resorted to his profound movement technique, the Eight Demonic Phantoms. In a split second, three figures manifested and fled in different directions. He was forced to evade; if he delayed for even a moment longer, Yi Tian’s counterattack would land. He knew he could not withstand Yi Tian’s strike while simultaneously enduring the combined assaults of Yi Feng and Yi Kuang, and potentially Yi Li and Yi Hong thereafter. Even as a top-tier Human-Grade demonic master, he dared not take such hits head-on for fear of injury.

Yet, as soon as Mo Tianhua completed his Eight Demonic Phantoms, Yi Tian was upon him once again.

Each member of the Samsara Team brought their own unique skills to the table, joining forces to battle the direct disciple of the Demon Palace. Both sides mastered elusive movement techniques, making the fight increasingly ghostly and heart-stopping. Countless destructive collisions occurred, and they exchanged more blows than could be counted.

"Giant Demon Fist!"

Suddenly, while still tangled with Yi Tian and the others, Mo Tianhua appeared directly before Yi Shan. Ignoring the incoming attacks from Yi Tian and Yi Feng, he slammed his fist toward Yi Shan.

Yi Shan roared and channeled his Wild Heavenly Art, exploding with terrifying power as he met the blow with a fist of his own.

BOOM!

A horrific explosion ensued. Mo Tianhua’s fist shattered Yi Shan’s true essence defense and struck his fist directly. A rapid, dense series of cracking sounds echoed as bones splintered. Mo Tianhua’s overwhelming strike sent Yi Shan flying, his right arm twisted at an unnatural angle, blood spraying across the sky. In that brief moment, Yi Shan was rendered combat-incapacitated.

Yet, during the instant Mo Tianhua was delayed, the tiger roars of Yi Feng and Yi Kuang, along with the myriad essence attacks of Yi Li and Yi Hong, slammed into the demonic barrier surrounding him.

Crack, crack, crack...

Finally, Mo Tianhua’s barrier could hold no longer. It filled with fissures and shattered with a resounding bang.

At that precise moment, Yi Tian teleported to Mo Tianhua’s side, his Great Sun Fist striking the enemy’s back without a moment's hesitation.

BOOM...

The searing Great Sun essence erupted, instantly engulfing and swallowing Mo Tianhua’s figure in the blast.

What?

Yi Tian’s expression shifted violently, and he retreated instantly.

From within the boundless, searing heat, Mo Tianhua’s figure gradually emerged. His muscles were taut and bronze-colored, and a formidable, malicious aura radiated from him. Yi Tian’s punch had merely left a scorched, black bruise upon his back.

Seeing this, Yi Feng, Yi Li, and the others grew somber.

"Hahaha! Your strength is not bad—worthy of me using a fraction of my true power."

Mo Tianhua looked up and laughed. His aura suddenly surged more than tenfold.

In an instant, he covered the distance to Yi Feng in a single step, his palm descending toward Yi Feng’s head.

Yi Feng was startled and hurriedly unleashed the Sun-Shooting Heavenly Art, his fist striking out like a lethal arrow. However, as Mo Tianhua’s palm met Yi Feng’s fist, a terrifying demonic energy exploded. Yi Feng’s fist was shattered by the impact, his right arm split open with numerous wounds as he was sent flying, vomiting blood.

Just as Mo Tianhua prepared to pursue and finish him off, the combined attacks of Yi Tian, Yi Li, Yi Hong, and Yi Kuang engulfed him, halting his pursuit. By then, Yi Feng had been severely wounded and lost the bulk of his combat capability.

Mo Tianhua had withstood Yi Tian and the others’ attacks head-on, remaining almost entirely unscathed.

"Do you really think you can break my Earth Demon Golden Body?" Mo Tianhua sneered at them with contempt.

The Earth Demon Golden Body was a secret of the Demon Palace, passed down only to direct disciples who had achieved great merits. It was his greatest trump card.

"Go to hell!"

A flicker of murderous intent crossed Mo Tianhua’s eyes. He despised these individuals for disrupting his breakthrough and longed to grind them to dust. He ignored Yi Tian’s attacks, focusing entirely on hunting down Yi Li and the others.

Yi Tian’s attacks landed time and time again, yet they only left shallow scratches on Mo Tianhua. Even when he pushed the Sun-Shooting Heavenly Art to its limit, he could only pierce thumb-deep holes in the skin, causing no significant damage.

Ignoring Yi Tian, Mo Tianhua proceeded to severely wound Yi Li, Yi Kuang, and Yi Hong in quick succession. With his combat prowess, even without the Earth Demon Golden Body, he could have easily toyed with and slaughtered them. It seemed only the use of a precious bow combined with the Sun-Shooting Heavenly Art could hope to penetrate his defense.

Mo Tianhua had wounded almost every member of the Samsara Team. However, whenever he attempted to finish them, Yi Tian would intervene to hold him back. Even if Yi Tian’s strikes couldn't wound him, they remained a significant annoyance.

Yi Feng and the others also utilized the God-Shift secret technique to dodge Mo Tianhua’s pursuit. Had it not been for the profound nature of Mo Tianhua’s Eight Demonic Phantoms, they could have easily evaded him using their movement technique, even if they couldn't win. Facing the Eight Demonic Phantoms, the entire Samsara Team was forced into a desperate, retreating struggle.

Relying on his formidable Earth Demon Golden Body, Mo Tianhua engaged in a staggering duel with Yi Tian, who found himself suppressed again and again.

The enemy’s attacks tore through his Great Sun energy aura repeatedly, subjecting his body to enormous impact. His physique, comparable to a low-grade mortal treasure, could no longer hold, and tiny blood-stained cracks began to appear on his skin. Had his Great Sun Heavenly Art not been so refined, allowing his energy aura to neutralize the majority of the force, he would have been critically wounded long ago.

Yet, with every subsequent blow, Yi Tian felt his body nearing its limit, his injuries accumulating. Once a certain threshold was crossed, the damage would erupt, likely leaving him crippled.

"Still too weak."

Facing Mo Tianhua’s relentless pressure, Yi Tian clearly understood the gap between them. At this rate, he would undoubtedly be defeated. Moreover, his opponent had yet to even draw his top-tier low-grade treasure sword. In such a battle of ghostly movement, the body was the most agile weapon, and using a treasure might be inconvenient, yet the power of such an artifact remained terrifying.

The enemy was so confident in his ability to wipe them out that he hadn't even bothered to unsheathe his blade.