Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Ji Qing forcefully suppressed the discomfort in his body, raising his spear to block the descending giant sword.

At this moment, his situation could be described as beset by both internal and external threats.

His only chance of survival was to quickly repel Zi Yun.

Ignoring everything else, Ji Qing mobilized all his internal power, and the spear shot forward like an angry dragon leaving the sea.

"Boom!"

The spear and the giant sword collided.

The giant sword was forcefully knocked back.

Zi Yun, using the same tactic again, distanced herself from Ji Qing while moving her shield to strike him, trying to stall him out.

Ji Qing raised his hand and threw the spear, diverting it around the oncoming shield and aiming it at Zi Yun.

At the same time, he clenched his fist and slammed it toward the shield.

"Bang!"

The shield was sent flying.

Ji Qing's fist, however, was bloodied and mangled, exposing his bare bones.

On the other side.

Zi Yun's giant sword and shield were knocked away. Faced with the spear that shot toward her, she could only summon another long sword in a hurry and swung it down to meet the spear.

"Clang!"

Zi Yun felt her arm go numb, the immense force from the spear not only knocking her sword away but also causing her to stumble slightly.

At that moment, the spear, having been deflected by the sword, veered off course and brushed past Zi Yun's waist.

Just as the spear was about to pass by, Ji Qing suddenly shook the spear, sharply striking Zi Yun at her waist.

Zi Yun's protective power immediately shattered.

Her waist was torn open, and her internal organs were exposed, with fresh blood spurting out like a torrent.

She was thrown off and flew through the water, leaving a trail of blood behind her.

Zi Yun flew for some distance before barely managing to regain control of her body.

She recalled her giant sword and shield, casting a reluctant glance at Ji Qing before turning to leave.

She was already seriously wounded and dared not continue her attempt to seize the treasures from Ji Qing.

Ji Qing, seeing Zi Yun retreat, relaxed slightly.

The pill he had swallowed earlier had caused his essence and blood to be severely drained, and coupled with the external poison and miasma eroding him, he felt as if his body might collapse at any moment.

He hurriedly activated his movement technique and flew toward the top of the fissure.

However, after flying only a few miles,

Suddenly, a cold light cut through the seawater, striking him with lightning speed.

After a brief moment of shock, Ji Qing's anger flared.

The cold light was from a short blade about a foot long, its power not particularly threatening but still hard to ignore.

Within him, there was a surge of fury, as if a tiger in its prime was being bullied by a mere dog. In his weakened state, even the lowest of mobs dared to provoke him.

"Get lost!"

Instead of summoning his spear, Ji Qing raised his large hand like a fan and struck the short blade.

Bare-handed, he faced the blade.

The short blade was easily knocked away.

However, his palm was slashed, leaving a thin cut.

This seemingly insignificant wound caused Ji Qing to feel a sharp, penetrating pain.

Looking at his palm, he noticed that golden flames were emanating from the wound.

The flames seemed almost alive, quickly spreading and threatening to engulf him completely.

"Yang Attribute Spiritual Fire!"

Ji Qing's gaze hardened. He didn't dare delay and quickly activated his power to extinguish the flames.

However, his palm was no longer flesh, but just bare bone.

Ji Qing looked up and saw a figure swiftly cutting through the seawater, heading straight for him.

When he saw the figure's face, his expression twisted in fury, and he gritted his teeth, letting out an enraged shout.

"Ji Yin! So it's you, you fucking rat, you're seeking your own death!"

Ji Qing charged toward Song Wen like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

He curled his fingers into claws and reached out toward Song Wen.

Just as the claws were about to strike Song Wen, a figure blurred into view.

A third-tier mid-stage silver corpse suddenly appeared in front of Song Wen.

Ji Qing's claws pierced through the silver corpse's chest, and the violent corpse qi exploded from his hand.

The silver corpse's body rapidly expanded like an inflated balloon.

Then, with a "boom," it exploded into pieces, its remains scattered in all directions.

Ji Qing's speed did not slow as his bone claws continued toward Song Wen.

On the other side, Song Wen, during the brief moment the silver corpse blocked Ji Qing, was surrounded by a massive surge of thunder, like a thunder god walking deep in the ocean.

Thunderstorm Technique!

The thunder surged like a silver waterfall from Song Wen's body, overflowing with an immense, divine power that flooded toward Ji Qing, who was now mere inches away.

Ji Qing was instantly swallowed by the thunderous light.

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The corpse qi around him stirred, forming a sturdy defense to block the ravaging thunder.

But the might of the thunder was unstoppable, and the corpse qi rapidly dissolved under the thunder's fierce onslaught, like snow melting away in spring.

Despite the violent storm of thunder, Ji Qing continued to rush toward Song Wen.

Song Wen's body suddenly radiated a large green shield.

The shield barely lasted an instant before it was pierced by Ji Qing's claws.

Behind the shield, there was a black protective barrier made from the condensed Gui Yuan Qi.

Ji Qing's bone claws scraped against the black shield.

A murderous intent flashed in Ji Qing's eyes as he growled lowly.

"Break!"

However, the strength of the black shield was stronger than he expected.

Unlike the green shield, the black shield did not shatter immediately. Instead, it held its ground, albeit barely.

At some point, a mysterious frost spear had appeared in Song Wen's hands. He thrust it forward.

The thunder had consumed Ji Qing's protective corpse qi, but although the sharp frost spear reached Ji Qing's chest, it could not break through his body.

After using the Immortal Corpse Transformation, Ji Qing's body had become as hard as steel, unbreakable.

He sneered coldly, almost mocking Song Wen for being foolish enough to engage him in close combat.

He raised his other hand and struck down like a mountain pressing from above.

This time, the black shield was unable to withstand the force, and it shattered with a loud crash.

The enormous palm continued its descent, landing directly on Song Wen's head.

In an instant, Song Wen's head exploded.

Only half of his shattered body remained, falling toward the deep sea.

Before Ji Qing could make another move, he suddenly felt a figure appear behind him.

Golden flames erupted from Song Wen's hands, burning brightly as they slammed into Ji Qing's back.

He realized that while his magical artifacts couldn't harm Ji Qing's body, the Jade Light Flames were causing considerable damage.

Ji Qing's heart jolted in shock, and he quickly mobilized his internal power to extinguish the spiritual flames on his back.

But at that moment—

To his astonishment, he suddenly realized that his internal energy was sluggish.

The prolonged use of the Immortal Corpse Transformation had drained his energy severely.

The continuous erosion from the poison and the excessive consumption of his essence by the Blood Spirit Pill had left his body in a weakened state, with damaged meridians.

The combination of these factors had pushed his energy and body to the brink of collapse.

An ominous premonition filled Ji Qing's heart.

He sidestepped, striking out with a palm to force Song Wen back, and then urgently mobilized his internal power to finally extinguish the Jade Light Flames on his back.

However, his back had become a terrifying sight—covered in countless wounds, exposing his bones in a ghastly manner.

(End of the Chapter)

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