Chapter 1536: Fierce Battle

The Crying Blood Demon Saint was not one to be pretentious. He knew very well that failing to leverage his unique advantages in such a situation would make it impossible to defeat the War King Wuxin quickly.

After all, his opponent was a master of the Asura lineage's sacred techniques and the chief elder of their royal family; his strength was beyond doubt.

There was no need for politeness when confronting a powerhouse of this caliber. As expected, Xu Yang offered his perspective, his soul voice slowly transmitting into the Demon Saint's mind.

"Against a human expert who relies on summoning, you have no other choice but to focus all your combat power into the attack mode you are most proficient in within your exclusive domain. Use an unstoppable destructive force to eliminate all the life forms he summons. From my assessment, there's a significant cooldown period before he can summon creatures of the same species again. This means that while he has currently summoned this pair of black dragon and phoenix beasts, if you can swiftly dispatch these two, then he absolutely cannot summon creatures of the same power level again within a short period. In other words, these summoned beings, though seemingly powerful, cannot be cyclically summoned within the same battle. Therefore, your only path to victory is to deal with these summoned entities decisively, and then, during the summon vacuum period when your opponent lacks further protection, launch a powerful strike against his true body."

Xu Yang's guidance indeed provided crucial inspiration and advice to the Crying Blood Demon Saint, immediately igniting a fervent desire for battle within him.

"Thank you for your guidance, I understand what I must do."

Following this, the Crying Blood Demon Saint drew a blood-stained bone from his own body. The surface of this bone sword glowed with an incredibly concentrated bloody aura, serving as the Demon Saint's personal divine weapon, forged over the years from his absorbed demon bloodlines and powers.

He then stepped into the air, elevating his movement speed to its maximum in a short time, and fiercely brought down the blood-stained bone sword in his hand upon the black dragon and phoenix before him.

With a furious roar, the Crying Blood Demon Saint unleashed his strongest sword intent, cleaving a blood-red sword beam through the air. It struck the black evil dragon's left arm, directly severing its massive left dragon wing into nothingness.

Losing a wing meant the black demonic dragon had completely lost its ability to fly. It howled in pain, returning to the ground, and continuously spewed dragon fire at the Crying Blood Demon Saint, who darted through the air. However, how could mere flames accurately track the Demon Saint's body, moving at such high speed?

The Demon Saint's combat experience was simply too vast. After dealing with the black evil dragon, guided by Xu Yang's soul instructions, he unhesitatingly shifted his secondary attack target to the black phoenix nearby.

"Heh heh, little thing, I'd like to see how you can withstand my sword beam."

As he spoke, the Crying Blood Demon Saint launched the bone sword from his hand. The sword beam flew through the air like an arrow shot from a powerful bow, firmly locking onto the opponent's aura. No matter where the black fire phoenix fled, it could not escape the pursuit of the Crying Blood Demon Saint's personal bone sword. Sure enough, a moment later, the sword instantly pierced the black phoenix's body.

It should be noted that the most potent aspect of the sword's condensed bloodline aura was its incredibly powerful demonic corrosive properties. This meant that any life form wounded by this sword, whether human or beast, would have its vital channels invaded by the bloody venom source within a very short time. Even the black fire phoenix, a non-corporeal life form summoned by the Asura's Sacred Arts, could not withstand the erosion of this powerful bloody toxin. As expected, it wasn't long before the giant black fire phoenix, which had initially seemed so imposing, fell at the Crying Blood Demon Saint's hand.

"I'd like to see what other summoning tricks you have up your sleeve. If there are none, then regrettably, you'll have to face my endless wrath with your own body."

The Crying Blood Demon Saint had regained the initiative in this battle. His opponent clearly hadn't anticipated that the Demon Saint's combat ability and destructive swordplay were so formidable. The two powerful summoned beings, the evil dragon and the fire phoenix, couldn't withstand even a hundred rounds against him. This also caused the face of the current Asura Path War King to darken considerably.

"Very good. It has been some time since I've encountered a powerhouse of your caliber. You truly bring a more exhilarating feeling. However, I also want to see the extent of your power when pushed to its limits."

As he finished speaking, the War King suddenly began to ignite his own physical body, condensing incredibly dense purplish-black flames in a very short time. The massive flames converged in the void, forming a terrifying sword beam that seemed to pierce the heavens and earth. It turned out that this individual could not only summon powerful life forms but also conjure his exclusive sword techniques using the power of the Asura's Sacred Arts.

However, to Xu Yang, this display seemed rather rudimentary.

"Heh, there's no pure swordsmanship comprehension here; it merely possesses the form of a sword technique, far from the true power of a swordsmanship master. You don't need to worry about this strike at all. Just meet him head-on with your strongest offensive method."

Xu Yang's voice resonated in his mind again, further solidifying the Crying Blood Demon Saint's attack strategy for this round. Indeed, in an instant, the Crying Blood Demon Saint once more summoned the bone sword in his hand and fiercely cleaved downwards towards War King Wuxin's true body. The two sword beams clashed in mid-air, spreading a terrifying shockwave in all directions.

However, after the shockwave dispersed, the Crying Blood Demon Saint remained completely unaffected. In contrast, War King Wuxin, known for his summoning power, felt his own vital channels begin to violently churn.

"Damn it, it seems this fellow is far less simple than I imagined, and he has guidance from an expert. If I want to defeat him, relying on other summoning methods will be useless. It seems I must unleash the ultimate mystery of my Asura's Sacred Arts ahead of time."

As he finished speaking, War King Wuxin's expression grew much more serious. He suddenly bit his right index finger, drawing a strange and complex purplish-black inscription in the center of his left palm.

After this inscription formed, he suddenly dropped to one knee, pressing the palm of his left hand, marked with the inscription, onto the ground. In an instant, endless purplish-black flames surged wildly from all directions across the entire ground. Each flame seemed to inscribe the most intricate and eerie ancient runes upon the earth of the battlefield.

Once the complete inscription, formed by these purplish-black flames, materialized, an endless stream of purgatory envoys was summoned from deep within the earth's ley lines.