Chapter 586: Holy Spirit Fights the Blood Demon

On the surface of the Six-Colored Lake, a massive blood-red shadow enveloped Fan Yao’s body. This shadow had no face, only a pair of strange, extremely narrow, cold, and eerie eyes. Below these eyes was a gruesome black gash, resembling a mouth. When it opened, the primordial energy of the world was instantly swallowed.

A terrifying pressure of primordial energy slowly emanated from the blood-red shadow. Gazing at the sinister blood-red shadow, even the many figures outside the Six-Colored Lake felt intense fear rising in their eyes, clearly sensing the power of Fan Yao’s primordial art. This chief disciple, ranked third in the Sacred Palace, had finally been enraged by Zhou Yuan and was now unleashing a killing blow. Even the chief disciples Tang Xiaoyan and Jin Zhang looked extremely grim. Facing such a lethal move, they knew they might not be able to escape unscathed themselves.

Under countless fearful gazes, Fan Yao, his eyes blood-red, fixed on Zhou Yuan from the lake surface. Wiping a trace of blood from his lips, he uttered an utterly sinister voice through gritted teeth. “Zhou Yuan, when you fall into my hands, I will slowly drain every drop of blood from your body! Before you die, you will experience true terror!”

The moment he finished speaking, the colossal Blood Fiend Shadow erupted in a piercing shriek. A monstrous blood-red hand shot out, transforming into a streak of crimson light, and slammed down fiercely towards Zhou Yuan. Where the blood-red hand descended, space itself twisted, and countless air molecules exploded under its immense power.

Zhou Yuan’s figure swiftly blurred, darting backward at full speed, barely managing to evade the blood-red hand. However, just as his figure exited the attack range of the blood-red hand, a blood-red mist suddenly permeated the area where he had been. The mist was thick and viscous, as if forming a crimson swamp. Trapped within it, his speed immediately slowed.

“Die!” Fan Yao roared. As Fan Yao’s furious roar echoed, a shadow enveloped the sky, and a rushing sound emerged from below. Two enormous blood-red hands, one from above and one from below, whistled towards Zhou Yuan, cutting off all his escape routes.

Outside the Six-Colored Lake, countless gasps of alarm erupted. Tang Xiaoyan and Jin Zhang, watching from a distance, also felt their hearts leap into their throats. Under countless gazes, the blood-red hands slammed down heavily. As blood-red energy surged, the surrounding void constantly vibrated. Upon seeing this, Tang Xiaoyan’s heart sank. If Zhou Yuan were to be struck by the Blood Fiend in such a manner, even if he could withstand it, he would undoubtedly be severely wounded. Below, a gruesome smile spread across Fan Yao’s lips. “You insignificant fly... let’s see if I can’t crush you!”

However, the instant his voice faded, a mysterious light suddenly burst forth between the two enormous blood-red hands in the sky. The light grew increasingly brilliant, and eventually, it forced the two converging blood-red hands to slowly part. The smile on Fan Yao’s face froze.

Ultimately, the Blood Fiend’s colossal hands were violently forced apart. Numerous shocked gazes turned towards the void, where Zhou Yuan stood suspended in the air, enveloped by a mysterious, massive light projection. A similarly terrifying wave of primordial energy emanated from this mysterious light projection, no weaker than Fan Yao’s Blood Fiend phantasm.

“This is...” Both Tang Xiaoyan’s and Fan Yao’s pupils contracted slightly at this moment. “The Profound Sacred Spirit Art of Saint Origin Peak, from the Cangxuan Sect?!” Both spoke simultaneously, but while Tang Xiaoyan’s voice carried surprise, Fan Yao’s was grim. Clearly, they were both well-aware of the Cangxuan Sect’s top-tier primordial arts.

“I never thought he could master this art!” Tang Xiaoyan exhaled in relief, a glimmer of admiration in her beautiful eyes as she looked at Zhou Yuan. The Profound Sacred Spirit Art was one of the Cangxuan Sect’s most formidable primordial arts. No wonder Zhou Yuan hadn’t shown much panic even after seeing Fan Yao unleash his Great Blood Fiend Art.

In the sky, Zhou Yuan’s gaze swept down, meeting Fan Yao’s. Both pairs of eyes gleamed with killing intent. The next moment, without a word, one plunged downward, while the other shot directly skyward. The Blood Fiend roared, savage and fierce. The Sacred Spirit chanted, mysterious and unfathomable.

Boom!

Above the Six-Colored Lake, like a tempest rising, two colossal figures continuously unleashed terrifying attacks. The resulting ripples caused the lake itself to churn. Even Tang Xiaoyan, Jin Zhang, Wang Yuan, and others were forced to retreat to avoid being caught in the backlash. The confrontation between Zhou Yuan and Fan Yao had escalated to a level beyond everyone’s expectations.

The Blood Fiend’s projection clashed with the Sacred Spirit’s projection. Within them, Zhou Yuan and Fan Yao continuously channeled their primordial energy into the respective forms.

“Watch my Blood Fiend tear your Sacred Spirit phantasm to shreds!” Fan Yao roared, his blood-red eyes fixed on Zhou Yuan.

However, Zhou Yuan responded with a sarcastic smile. Then, a light flickered between his brows, and invisible yet potent spirit energy surged out once more, slamming fiercely into Fan Yao. “Spirit Resonance!”

As Zhou Yuan’s spirit entered the late-stage Reality Realm, his spirit attacks became increasingly elusive and unpredictable. If an opponent’s spirit was even slightly weaker, a mere thought from him could utterly obliterate their spirit. It was, in essence, killing without a trace. Although Fan Yao’s spirit wasn’t as strong as Zhou Yuan’s, it wasn’t weak either, allowing him to barely hold on. However, each time Zhou Yuan’s Spirit Resonance struck, Fan Yao’s mind was seized by a tearing agony. And each time this happened, the massive Blood Fiend projection surrounding Fan Yao would be fiercely suppressed by the Sacred Spirit phantasm.

This repeated assault left Fan Yao in a rather disheveled state, infuriating him to the point of near explosion. “Zhou Yuan! You despicable coward, do you only dare to harass me with your spirit?!” Fan Yao roared.

However, in response to Fan Yao’s frustrated outburst, Zhou Yuan simply sneered. His spirit was also one of his advantages; he naturally wouldn’t be so rigid as to abandon it, especially since he had diligently cultivated it.

Bang! Bang!

Thus, his response was to directly unleash the Sacred Spirit phantasm in a ferocious assault, tearing apart the blood-red palm of Fan Yao’s Blood Fiend projection. Fan Yao’s face turned ashen, his eyes growing utterly sinister. He knew that if this continued, his Blood Fiend projection would likely be torn to shreds by the opponent sooner or later.

“This brat, he’s actually this troublesome...” Fan Yao took a deep breath, a glint of tyrannical cruelty flickering in his blood-red eyes. “It seems I have no choice but to use my final resort...”

With that thought, he cast a chilling glance at Zhou Yuan, then suddenly darted backward. His retreat path led directly towards the area where Jin Zhang was battling the Blood Corpse. Jin Zhang noticed this and quickly moved aside. Fan Yao, however, ignored him. With a swift movement, he appeared beside the Blood Corpse, then pounced on it, baring gruesome white teeth, and bit down hard on its neck.

Hiss!

The Blood Corpse writhed, its body actually beginning to shrivel. All the blood within it reversed its flow, being completely drained by Fan Yao. At that moment, the primordial energy fluctuations within Fan Yao’s body suddenly began to surge, escalating madly! Eerie blood-red patterns spread across his body, making him look like an inhuman blood demon.