The Warhammer Knight and the Battle Axe Armor remained motionless for a moment as if looking for the suddenly missing Vajra. After a while, they came to their senses and suddenly looked up.

A gigantic figure had already leaped above them—it was Vajra indeed.

At that moment, Vajra was surrounded by a red mist that was thick yet did not disperse, enveloping him and containing all his radiating aura within it without a hint escaping.

Under the state of "Violent Blood" Conception, his attack power and speed had both significantly increased.

Now Vajra, from his cheeks to the top of his head and then to the hair on his back, had turned blood red due to Violent Blood, looking from afar as if cloaked in a crimson cape.

"Roar..."

Accompanied by an enraged roar, a layer of Blood Light enveloped the black Stone Pillar he held, which he then ferociously smashed downwards.

The two Black Armor Soldiers hurriedly swung their weapons upward.

With a bang.

The black Stone Pillar crashed down, bursting forth fresh blood and black armor pieces scattering in all directions.

The two Black Armor Soldiers were crushed into a pulp, with only their weapons falling beside them.

Seeing this, the remaining six Black Armor Soldiers began to move.

However, Yuan Ming and Hua Zhi were a step quicker and had already moved to protect Vajra at the center.

After that strike, Vajra also seemed drained, the blood color quickly receded from his body as he collapsed on the ground, his chest heaving fast—he couldn't move at all.

"Master..." He managed to utter just one word before he could speak no further. Thischapterisfromthecollectionat

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"You really know how to overdo it, you darn monkey," Hua Zhi couldn't help but scold.

But Vajra no longer had the strength to argue with her.

"Well done."

Yuan Ming showed a hint of a smile, praised him, and then casually waved, bringing him into the Shura Blood Devouring Map.

"Master, it's my turn now, I want to take on three," Hua Zhi, not willing to be outdone by Vajra, rolled up her sleeves preparing for a big fight.

"No need, just watch from the side," Yuan Ming said with a carefree smile.

He and Vajra actually had similar thoughts, having come across such suitable opponents, it would be a waste not to thoroughly battle them—how could he do justice to his previous grueling cultivation in the chasing Black Wind storm?

Moreover, his understanding of "Conception" was always slightly lacking, and this battle might just be the breakthrough opportunity he needed.

"Master, then let me cover for you," said Hua Zhi, feeling disappointed upon hearing this.

"Okay, but stay back farther and without my permission, do not intervene." As Yuan Ming spoke, he also transmitted a message to Hua Zhi, urging her to stay alert and prevent others from approaching.

Hua Zhi nodded and compliantly moved to a distant place.

Seeing this, the six Black Armor Soldiers did not relax their vigilance towards Hua Zhi; two of them stayed in place, keeping an eye on her.

The other four approached Yuan Ming.

Seeing this, Hua Zhi spread her hands, signifying she would not intervene, and then leaned against the wall, but silently thrust her roots into the ground.

At that moment, the two Black Armor Warriors clad in Black Scale Armor rushed towards Yuan Ming; the scales on their armor stood up, their muscles swelled beneath, and their arms thickened and lengthened, their fingertips sprouting sharp, black, claw-like blades.

"Whoosh"

Two gusts of wind sounded, and their speed suddenly increased, flanking him from both sides and instantly reached Yuan Ming's side.

Several black blades flashed with cold light in the void, crisscrossing and instantly tearing Yuan Ming's body apart.

But in the next instant, Yuan Ming's split figure blurred and dissolved into bubbles, disappearing without a trace.

Then, behind one of the Black Armor Soldiers, Yuan Ming's figure emerged out of nowhere, his fist smashing towards that soldier's neck.

Just as his fist was about to hit, a series of "whooshing" wind noises started from behind Yuan Ming.

A mass of black flames howled towards him, aiming straight for his back.

Yuan Ming's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he made the same choice as Vajra, not to dodge.

Just as the black flames were about to hit him, Yuan Ming's fist landed first on the Black Armor Soldier's nape.

"Crack"

A sound of bone breaking echoed as the Black Armor Soldier's neck grotesquely bent forward, his head violently flinging backward.

Immediately after, Yuan Ming's back was hit by the Fireball, and he was flung outward with a bang.

Mid-air, he forcefully twisted his body and fell to the ground, his back immediately radiating a burning pain. Along with this, a subtle trace of Demonic Qi was making its way through the wound into his body.

"Demon Flames?" Yuan Ming was slightly surprised.

However, he did not care.

Now that he had become a Half-demon Body, this level of Demonic Qi invasion could not harm him at all.

Instead, the burning power of the flames exceeded his expectations. Given his current recovery ability, he was unexpectedly unable to heal the wound for a while.

"Crack, crack"

At that moment, a sound of bone friction arose.

The Black Armor Soldier, whose neck Yuan Ming had broken earlier, was slowly lifting his head backward. In just a few breaths, it had returned to its original state.

He twisted his neck left and right, but his body suddenly stiffened.

On his back, even in the places protected by Scale Armor, a seared wound had appeared, roughly the same size and location as Yuan Ming's.

The concept of "Shared Fate" had been activated when Yuan Ming had struck him earlier.

From that moment on, their fates had been tied together; all injuries Yuan Ming received, he would share as well.

The Black Armor Soldier tilted his head, seemingly puzzled about why he bore burn wounds.

But then he stopped caring and exchanged looks with the other three Black Armor Soldiers. The rest also took up attacking stances.

The two Black Armor Soldiers who hadn't acted yet suddenly had a gleam of fire in their eyes. Following that, plumes of black flames started emerging from the seams of their armors, transforming them into two figures of black fiery demons, emanating waves of Demonic Qi.

"Fellow Daoist Qi Ye, can you tell what these two are?" Yuan Ming communicated telepathically.

"Their aura is strange, carrying the scent of our Demon Clan, but it's not pure enough... they feel like living beings, yet also like puppets…" Qi Ye was also somewhat uncertain.

Hearing this, a light of realization suddenly flashed in Yuan Ming's mind, bringing forth the word "Human Puppet."

Previously, he had heard from Xi Ying that the Wu Yue Sect had eight Asuras, whose physical bodies were strong and battle prowess extraordinary, fearless of death. In fact, they were all Body Cultivators who had reached the Tongqiao Body level before being refined into "Human Puppets" using secret techniques.

After becoming Human Puppets, their strength not only remained but increased, retaining the robustness of their bodies and gaining additional powers.

Concerned about future encounters, Xi Ying's descriptions of these eight Asuras were exceedingly detailed.

The eight Asuras were all paired in refinement. The two previously killed by Vajra with the "Violent Blood" conception, known for their strength, were called "Giant Strength Asura." Those who transformed into blades were called "Ghost Blade Asura."

The two who had turned into figures of black fiery demons were "Demon Flame Asura," while those guarding Hua Zhi were called "Ghost Howl Asura."

The two Demon Flame Asuras charged at Yuan Ming first, molding a black Fireball in their palms as they ran and hurling it towards him.

The black Fireball sped towards him, and Yuan Ming swiftly dodged aside.

However, the moment the fireball neared his side, it exploded thunderously.

The dispersing flames instantly expanded, enveloping Yuan Ming within them.

The powerful impact sent him flying immediately, and before he could land, another fireball exploded in front of him.

Thus, Yuan Ming was thrust by the force, flung into the air again, and fell towards another side.

At his landing spot, a Ghost Blade Asura awaited, slashing two Ghost Claws that tore through the air, creating several black marks in mid-air and immediately slicing several bloody wounds on the arms Yuan Ming had used to guard himself.

Yuan Ming's body recoiled backward, while the Ghost Blade Asura sharing his fate endured the mysterious wounds appearing on his body and raised his Ghost Claw aiming for a thrust at Yuan Ming's back.

In mid-air, Yuan Ming sneered coldly. A long spear suddenly appeared in his hand, its tip facing his own chest, and he thrust it violently backward.

The Purple Star Nine Dragon Spear instantly pierced through his chest, its momentum unabated as it continued towards the figure behind him.

The Ghost Blade Asura sharing his fate hadn't reacted yet when his chest suddenly erupted in a spray of blood. His attack faltered under the excruciating pain, causing him to arch his back involuntarily.

Yuan Ming's long spear then pierced through his throat.

In mid-air, Yuan Ming forcefully twisted his body, reaching for the thrusting spear, while the bloody hole in his chest quickly healed under the envelopment of an ink-green glow.

The vast life force of the Undying Tree granted him formidable recovery capability and the confidence to harm himself and others.

The instant his arm grasped the spear, Yuan Ming's Mana surged into the weapon, stirring it single-handedly. The power of the stars burst forth from the Purple Star Nine Dragon Spear, its dazzling light emitting tremendous power.

The head and chest of the Ghost Blade Asura exploded instantaneously. His shattered body fell forward, finally succumbing to death.

Yuan Ming flicked his hand casually, brushing off the stains on the spear, but suddenly heard a sharp, piercing howl.

It was as if a netherworld Evil Ghost had suddenly appeared, bellowing right next to his ears.

Although his Divine Soul Power was already quite substantial, the moment he suffered this ghostly howl, Yuan Ming still felt his Divine Soul being heavily struck. His mind went dizzy, and his vision momentarily darkened.

Vaguely, he saw three figures converging on him. In the midst of his confusion, he suddenly recalled how he had raced through the winds in the Black Wind Desert, surrounded by countless sandstorm tornadoes.

"Shared Fate, go feel the enemy's life," he suddenly remembered this phrase.

Yuan Ming immediately put away the Purple Star Nine Dragon Spear, closed his eyes, sank his thoughts, and stood with his arms hanging, feeling the trajectory of the three converging figures and capturing the aura they emitted.