Chapter 2379 - 2380: Transformation

Yang Fei looked at Wu Zhiqi and didn't say a word, but instead closed his eyes and said lightly.

"Transformation!"

With a thunderous rumble, a giant hoof, as big as a small mountain, descended from the void, stomping down on Wu Zhiqi.

Wu Zhiqi never dreamed that such a heavy blow would come from the void.

In a panic, he had only time to block upward with the thick-backed cleaver.

Bam!

With a resounding crash, Wu Zhiqi was smashed to the ground by the enormous hoof.

With another thunderous crash, the place where Wu Zhiqi fell shattered, leaving a huge pit beneath.

The earth shook violently, countless pavilions and kiosks cracked and collapsed, seemingly as if an earthquake had occurred.

Everyone's eyes nearly popped out.

The invincible and overwhelmingly powerful Wu Zhiqi was beaten to such a sorry state by the sudden strike from the sky!

A massive pillar-like object stood towering over Wu Zhiqi, pressing him down firmly.

An Zichen exclaimed.

"Could this be the power of the Solar Deity? What kind of magical treasure is that giant pillar?"

Xue Mingtai was also somewhat stunned, but he quickly regained his composure.

"I don't think it's a magical treasure; it seems more like a hoof of some primordial monster. Could it be a magical beast Yang Fei has tamed?"

Everyone stared, stupefied, at the enormous figure in the sky.

The figure was shrouded in clouds and mist, not clearly visible, yet towering majestically like a mountain.

Yang Fei chuckled softly; though his Ox Demon form hadn't fully solidified, this hoof was enough to suppress Wu Zhiqi and curb his arrogance.

In the deep pit, Wu Zhiqi was flattened, resembling a rubber figurine stepped on by a child, with his head and limbs all deformed.

The hoof gradually vanished, and Wu Zhiqi slowly lifted his head, inflating like a deflated balloon, gradually filling out.

He glared at the disappearing giant shadow in the sky, his expression vicious, eyes blazing with fury.

"No matter who you are, I'll kill you."

Wu Zhiqi suddenly stomped his foot, and his whole body shot skyward like a rocket.

At the highest point, bat-like wings sprouted from his ribs, and from above, he swung the thick-backed cleaver down at Yang Fei.

The power of this strike was akin to the Creator God splitting the heavens and earth, unstoppable.

In this void, the space couldn't sustain such immense power, splitting into fine cracks.

Witnessing such a terrifying attack, An Zichen and Xue Mingtai's relieved hearts were once again filled with anxiety.

This monster not only survived unscathed, but its strike is simply irresistible; compared to Gui Hai's One Blade, it seems like a mere child's plaything.

Yang Fei stood in the void, smiling calmly, and stretched his hand into the void.

"Sword, come!"

A blood-red long blade, like a scarlet Divine Dragon, whistled through the void, landing in Yang Fei's hand.

This blade was the Sky Wolf Demon Blade, a union of good and evil.

The Sky Wolf Demon Blade, after merging with Gui Hai's King's Blade, combined its demonic nature and the kingly aura, achieving a balance, and the Sword Spirit transformed.

In the middle of the blade edge, an eye grew, azure and shimmering with a ferocious, brutal light.

Yet the edge of the Sky Wolf Demon Blade itself held a majestic and righteous kingly aura.

After the Sword Spirit's transformation, the Sky Wolf Demon Blade no longer needed to be beside Yang Fei constantly.

Yang Fei nurtured and refined it in the void, connected heart and mind with the blade.

In battle, with a thought, Yang Fei could summon the Sky Wolf Demon Blade.

At that moment, Wu Zhiqi's Demon Blade already slashed down at Yang Fei's head.

The Sky Wolf Demon Blade, sensing the opponent's strength in Yang Fei's hand, let out a strange laugh.

"Another true powerhouse, delightful!"

Yang Fei casually swung his arm, and the Sky Wolf Demon Blade turned into a radiant blood-red blade aura, stretching over ten yards, meeting the thick-backed cleaver in Wu Zhiqi's hand.

Swish!

With a light sound, the thick-backed cleaver in Wu Zhiqi's hand instantly snapped in two.

At the fracture, countless souls wailed, all cut in half by the Sky Wolf Demon Blade.

Wu Zhiqi was taken aback.

This thick-backed cleaver was crafted from his demonic qi, infused with numerous souls of demon people, neither gold nor wood, with an overwhelming demonic presence, adept at tainting magical treasures.

No matter the magical treasure, once touched by the demonic qi surrounding the thick-backed cleaver, its spiritual power dissipates, becoming mundane.

Moreover, even the sharpest blades couldn't damage this thick-backed cleaver.

This Soul Blade could be as soft as a whip or as firm as an alloy treasure blade, adapting swiftly, ever-changing.

Wu Zhiqi never imagined his magical treasure could be sliced in two, his heart aching as if cut.

However, the Sky Wolf Demon Blade's momentum hadn't diminished, slicing through Wu Zhiqi's thick-backed cleaver, its dazzling blade light sweeping toward his left chest.

Wu Zhiqi cried out frightfully, his form transforming into black smoke, fleeing into the void in panic.

Slash!

Wu Zhiqi's unicorn was beheaded by the Sky Wolf Demon Blade's strike.

The unicorn's body fell to the ground with a thud, transforming into a raging fire, burning fiercely.

Wu Zhiqi's figure appeared not far in the void, his expression pale and apprehensive.

His gaze fixed upon the Sky Wolf Demon Blade in Yang Fei's hand, his expression fluctuating between shadows, he said gloomily.

"What kind of blade is that?"

Yang Fei smiled slightly, "Naturally, a blade to kill you."

In the middle of the Sky Wolf Demon Blade, a blood-red eye emitted a faint crimson light.

The light, akin to infrared, firmly targeted three inches below Wu Zhiqi's chest.

Wu Zhiqi felt his heart trembling, only he knew how terrifying that single eye was!

The Demon Race is not deathless; no matter how powerful a demon, if their demon crystal is shattered, they will ultimately die.

Thus, the demon crystal is the fatal flaw of all demons.

The demon crystal forms within the body, its position not fixed, differing from person to person.

Some demons have their crystal on their shoulder, some on the chest, some on the head... and so on.

Those not of the Demon Race are unaware of this secret; finding they cannot kill the demon, they assume demons possess an immortal body.

The demon crystal is the life of demons, and every demon hides it meticulously, trying every conceivable method.

A powerful Demon General like Wu Zhiqi can even shift his demon crystal's position within his body at will.

Wu Zhiqi never imagined Yang Fei's strange blade could pinpoint his demon crystal's location.

It gave him a sense of impending doom.

As words were spoken, Wu Zhiqi transferred his demon crystal to his lower abdomen, hiding it securely.

Yet the blood-red eye of the Sky Wolf Demon Blade in Yang Fei's hand was again fixed below Wu Zhiqi's abdomen.

Wu Zhiqi felt himself collapsing entirely.

He did not fear Yang Fei's Body of the Sun God.

His body as a Demon General was not inferior to Yang Fei's Body of the Sun God.

The most frightening thing was, Yang Fei's strange blade could pinpoint his demon crystal.

Truly desperate!

Yang Fei did not know Wu Zhiqi's demon crystal was his vulnerability.

Nonetheless, Yang Fei trusted the judgment of the Heavenly Demon Blade Spirit.

He smiled coldly, and the Sky Wolf Demon Blade turned again into dazzling light, sweeping toward Wu Zhiqi's lower abdomen.