CHAPTER 719: AVATAR APPEARS IN BATTLE

As the young master of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, Bai Wushuang

As the young master of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, Bai Wushuang naturally possessed considerable strength, with no shortage of life-saving tricks up his sleeve.

Facing just one member of the Abyss Clan, he wasn't particularly worried. However, at this moment, there were four experts from the Demon Race Alliance stationed around, watching the fight with amusement, ready to intervene at any moment.

Regarding these five individuals, Wang Hong still had some recollection. They were the same group who had chased after him when he had stolen the immortal stone from them that day.

However, Wang Hong had long since reverted to his original appearance. No longer resembling a member of the Demon Clan, even if he were to walk right up to them, they might not recognize him.

After losing track of Wang Hong, these five from the Demon Race didn't turn back. Instead, they headed towards the exit, preparing to intercept and blockade along this inevitable path.

Even if he managed to escape temporarily, he would eventually need to leave this place.

Of course, simply intercepting Wang Hong here wouldn't suffice; that would be too dull.

Thus, these five took the opportunity along this path to engage in some killing and looting. Not only would it provide them with some entertainment and relieve boredom, but it would also yield some rewards. Why wouldn't they do it?

With only a few days left until the end of the month, many had begun to return.

Consequently, these few days proved lucrative for the five, as if they had stumbled upon a new way to make a fortune.

At this moment, surrounding Bai Wushuang was purely a cat-and-mouse game mentality for these five. They intended to toy with him before delivering the final blow.

Looking at Bai Wushuang's somewhat handsome face, they even entertained some perverse thoughts.

The battle took place along the path Wang Hong was traveling. As Wang Hong proceeded forward, both sides of the conflict had noticed him.

Though the five members of the Demon Race Alliance didn't recognize Wang Hong, Bai Wushuang saw him as if a savior had arrived, quickly calling out for help.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, save me!"

Seeing Wang Hong approach, the members of the Demon Race Alliance weren't in a rush; another fat lamb had come to them, and they were delighted.

To avoid scaring off Wang Hong, they purposely appeared gentler, weakening their attacks against Bai Wushuang.

For now, Bai Wushuang couldn't be killed on the spot. They couldn't afford to appear too ruthless; they needed to keep him alive to lure Wang Hong into their trap.

Wang Hong wasn't particularly afraid when he saw the five blocking the path ahead. Previously, he had fled from them out of fear of being entangled and drawing the attention of the larger Demon Race.

Moreover, having just committed a major theft, he was most wary of revealing his true identity in a fight, which could lead to endless trouble.

Now that he had reverted to his original Human Clan identity, he was naturally fearless. Even if he couldn't win, escaping wouldn't be an issue.

So, the Demon Race individuals cooperated well with Wang Hong, leisurely attacking while keeping Bai Wushuang alive, preparing to deal with Wang Hong once and for all after disposing of him.

At this moment, the five members of the Demon Race Alliance acted simultaneously, each of their attacks bearing unique traits. Some were pure brute force, while others exuded eerie energy specifically aimed at Nascent Souls. There was even a mystical technique capable of stirring Bai Wushuang's blood within him.

Though the attacks varied greatly, they shared one common characteristic: immense power, all converging towards Bai Wushuang.

At this critical moment, Bai Wushuang brought out his trump card.

He summoned forth a black Token, its material indiscernible. With a substantial infusion of Spiritual Power, a Rune flashed from within the Token.

As he poured in more Spiritual Power, the Rune enlarged in the air, emitting a dazzling light.

The onslaught of attacks, however diverse, was all blocked by this Rune.

Wang Hong naturally recognized this Rune, which Bai Wushuang had kept as his last resort. Wang Hong was quite familiar with it.

Years ago, when he was unaware of the true value of the Jade Tree in Space, Wang Hong had mistakenly auctioned off a piece of its refined Magic weapon in Lin Hai City. The ensuing chaos had forced him to wait decades before daring to claim the auction proceeds.

It was Bai Wushuang who had obtained that piece of the Jade Tree back then.

However, Wang Hong had left a hidden ace within the tree, and Bai Wushuang's use of the Magic weapon led to its premature destruction.

At the time, Bai Wushuang had to retract the Rune through certain means. Upon returning, he somehow found the materials to refine the Rune and merge it with the Token, preserving it.

Bai Wushuang had always kept this Token with him, pondering the principles of the Grand Dao Rune in his spare time and reserving it as a life-saving measure when needed.

Using the Grand Dao Rune for defense against the attacks of five opponents of the same tier, Bai Wushuang depleted all his Spiritual Power in an instant.

While the defensive capability of the Grand Dao Rune was formidable, the consumption of Spiritual Power was proportional when enduring significant attacks.

However, at this moment, Wang Hong had already summoned sixty-four crimson Flying Swords, each aimed at one of the five members of the Demon Race Alliance.

In this relatively safe passageway, with fewer spatial rifts, Wang Hong had analyzed the possible locations of spatial rifts based on the movements and reactions of the adversaries during their previous confrontation, allowing him to release the Flying Swords confidently.

Seeing Wang Hong single-handedly facing the attacks of the five, Bai Wushuang found a safe spot and retrieved a tiny Jade vial.

Removing the stopper from the Jade vial, he dripped a drop of milky-white liquid into his mouth. Instantly, his Spiritual Power surged madly, quickly replenishing what he had just spent.

"Ten Thousand-Year Spirit Milk!"

Wang Hong, in the midst of battle, glanced over, surprised that Bai Wushuang also possessed such a treasure.

Little did he know the reluctance in Bai Wushuang's heart as he consumed that drop of Ten Thousand-Year Spirit Milk.

This milk was also a specialty of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, formed from the stalactites in High-grade Spirit Veins after ten thousand years of nurturing. The sect obtained only one drop every hundred years. However, just one drop was sufficient to replenish the Spiritual Power of a Soul Transformation Cultivator completely.

After replenishing his Spiritual Power, Bai Wushuang didn't choose to escape but swiftly joined the fray, assisting Wang Hong in engaging two opponents.

With only three opponents left for Wang Hong, he felt considerably relieved. However, he could only barely hold his ground against them and winning was still challenging. After all, in the Soul Transformation tier, the gap between peers wasn't significant. To contend with three opponents at once without falling behind was already remarkable.

At this moment, he had a thought, and a figure radiating golden light, with twin horns on its head but a face identical to Wang Hong's, appeared before him.

This was the avatar he had refined using a Demon Clan corpse. Previously, his Nascent Soul had fused with the corpse, and due to the Nascent Soul's weakness, it had only recently awakened.

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