When Wulu realized this, he only had time to turn his body aside. The next instant, the flesh balls that sprayed out from the Blood Demon Ancestor hit him like raindrops, easily corroding the Protective Spiritual Light and burrowing directly into the left half of Wulu's body.

The Blood Poison contained within the flesh balls exploded instantly, turning Wulu's left side into pus and blood. The pale bones and the little flesh that remained were all exposed to the air, a sight so horrifying it was petrifying.

As a price for this, Wulu's right fist ultimately only struck the Blood Demon Ancestor's Protective Spiritual Light, causing no damage whatsoever.

"For a Late-stage Nascent Soul, to land this punch on me, you're somewhat capable," the Blood Demon Ancestor mocked.

However, a mysterious look flashed across the eyes of Wulu, who had been severely injured by the Blood Demon Ancestor.

"That might not be the case," he said softly.

Upon hearing this, the Blood Demon Ancestor frowned. He was about to speak when his face suddenly contorted in horror the next instant.

He sensed that from Wulu's right fist, a huge amount of chaotic and conflicting Spiritual Power had merged into his Protective Blood Light, dissolving it in just moments.

Then, taking advantage of the collapse of the Blood Demon Ancestor's Protective Blood Light, Wulu thrust his fist forward, hitting the Blood Demon Ancestor's body as the chaotic and conflicting Spiritual Power surged in as well.

In an instant, numerous types of Spiritual Power fought against each other within the Blood Demon Ancestor's meridians, turning his Mana into complete chaos.

"How is this possible!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor cried out in shock, hastily trying to suppress the foreign Spiritual Power that had swept into him.

But the types of Mana that Wulu had injected into him were so numerous, just the ones he could identify alone exceeded a dozen, and the remaining similar ones were even more numerous. With their inherent conflicts, the Blood Demon Ancestor's instinctive reaction was like pouring cold water into a boiling oil pot, provoking a more intense backlash.

Above all, the Demonic Qi and the power from the Blood Crystal on Wulu's forehead were the most violent.

They quickly tore through the Blood Demon Ancestor's meridians, breaking free from the remaining constraints and rushing towards a broader 'battlefield'.

With his Mana support gone, the Blood Demon Ancestor's body plummeted from midair, Wulu following close behind.

The impact of their landing further exacerbated the internal chaos in the Blood Demon Ancestor's body, and Wulu, falling alongside, gathered his last strength, sat on the Blood Demon Ancestor, and pounded his head with punch after punch.

With each punch, more of the strange Spiritual Power surged into the Blood Demon Ancestor's body, using his physical form as the battleground, waging fierce battles against each other.

The chaos in his Mana also affected the Blood Demon Ancestor's Nascent Soul. It was even locked within his body, unable to escape on its own.

After 15 minutes, under Wulu's watch, a loud explosion occurred out of nowhere. The Blood Demon Ancestor's body suddenly burst open, and the unrestrained Spiritual Energy scattered wildly in the air, with much of it, following the blast waves, burrowing back into Wulu's body.

The impacted Wulu, now devoid of the energy to dodge, could only allow the blast to fling him through the air, eventually crashing to the ground.

Grunting, Wulu looked at his body, now nearly only a right half remaining, and couldn't help but bitterly smile.

He was very aware of the gap in strength between himself and the Blood Demon Ancestor. From the beginning of the battle, he realized that his chances of survival were almost none, his only lifeline being the use of a clever trick.

After being trapped by the Blood Puppet Armor, Wulu had been searching for a way to take it off. During this time, he also acquired the secret manual of the Blood Transformation Technique and had trained in it for a while, trying to use it to break free from his restraints.

Although the result was a failure, he had understood the operation of the Blood Transformation Technique and could utilize the Void Thought Technique to simulate its operation, thus injecting all the chaotic powers within him into the Blood Demon Ancestor's Protective Blood Light.

If it had been any other opponent, Wulu would never have been able to so easily inject these conflicting forces into their Protective Spiritual Light.

His opponent had to be the Blood Demon Ancestor, and only the Blood Demon Ancestor.

Even so, in this battle, Wulu had sacrificed much. The left half of his body, eroded by Blood Poison, would take decades of recuperation to possibly return to its original state.

But at least, he had successfully killed the Blood Demon Ancestor.

Wulu thought so, but at that moment, the cold scoff of the Blood Demon Ancestor echoed again in his mind.

"Hmph, naive!" Br$o*u&gh*t to you by the fo@l-ks at M&V|LEMPYR+.

Startled, Wulu wanted to react, but found that his body was now immobile as if another will had taken over, gaining control of his physical body.

He suddenly noticed that a set of Blood Puppet Armor had surfaced just outside his Nascent Soul, enveloping it entirely. The Nascent Soul of the Blood Demon Ancestor was also emerging from the armor.

However, its appearance was ragged, its aura fluctuating wildly, clearly having sustained significant damage.

"Boy, you indeed surprised me, but the Blood Puppet Armor was my creation. Being controlled by the armor meant you were fated to become my second physical body," the Blood Demon Ancestor sneered. His Nascent Soul merged back into the Blood Puppet Armor, and immediately, myriad mysterious forces emerged from it, merging bit by bit with Wulu's Nascent Soul from the outside in, dissolving his consciousness, reshaping the Nascent Soul's form to increasingly resemble that of the Blood Demon Ancestor.

"Who told you I am controlled by this armor?" Wulu, however, appeared composed. As his gaze flickered, he suddenly muttered to himself.

While speaking, he mobilized the last of his willpower and fully operated the Void Thought Technique. The powers that had merged with his Nascent Soul were also drawn by the Void Thought Technique and began circulating within his Nascent Soul along the path dictated by the cultivation technique.

"No, how is this possible!" the Blood Demon Ancestor cried out in alarm.

Wulu paid him no heed. After integrating the powers that had merged with his Nascent Soul into his control, he regained control over his physical body, and the operation of the Void Thought Technique became even smoother and faster.

Noticing something amiss, the Blood Demon Ancestor immediately tried to escape from the Blood Puppet Armor and leave Wulu's body. However, Wulu was not about to let him go—he actively controlled the power of the Blood Puppet Armor and locked the Blood Demon Ancestor's Nascent Soul tightly within it.

Instantly, the tables turned. The Blood Demon Ancestor's power continuously flowed into Wulu's body, but rather than transforming his physical body and Nascent Soul, it all became a part of Wulu's cultivation.

Indeed, in order to recover his fighting strength as quickly as possible after seizing the body, the Blood Demon Ancestor had, before his death, actively gathered the power of his physical body, brought it along with his Nascent Soul, and drilled into the Blood Puppet Armor on Wulu's body.

As a being in the mid-stage of Returning Void, even his residual power was extremely vast. Now, with Wulu actively refining it, it not only helped heal the injuries to the left side of his body but also enhanced his cultivation.

However, this process was slow and lengthy. The consciousness of the Blood Demon Ancestor still lingered, constantly seeking means to escape. Wulu had to call upon all his focus and slowly grind down this unexpected influx of power until it was completely consumed.

Before that, Wulu diverted a wisp of his consciousness to activate the Stone Talisman, causing his body, lying on the ground, to vanish once again.

Thus, the battlefield where the two had been clashing fell silent, devoid of any activity.

...

In the distant void, Yuan Ming and Xue Li eyed each other across space, both slightly squinting, observing each other closely.

"Yuan Ming, if you hand over the Sky-reaching Demon Pillar and the Evil King Mirror now, I can let you go," Xue Li said with a faint smile.

"If you like letting things go, you might as well head to the Northern Desert—no need to waste words here," Yuan Ming said with a sneer.

Upon hearing this, Xue Li's face showed no anger, just a hint of disappointment as he shook his head.

"Considering you carry the aura of my Demon Clan, I thought you would be smarter than those pure fools of the Human Clan. I even thought of taking you under my command. Sadly, you too are a fool who fails to understand the situation. Pitiful, lamentable. Since you're set on seeking death, I'll grant you your wish," Xue Li said.

As his voice fell, he raised his hand and a beam of blood-colored light gleamed in his palm. A scimitar over four feet long with a dramatically curved blade, drenched in a vivid red as if soaked in blood, appeared, emitting a dense aura of murderous and demonic energy.

Yuan Ming didn't dare to be careless. He straightened his spear, concentrating Star Power at the spear point, ready to strike.

Xue Li's eyes flashed intensely. His body erupted in a "bang" into a cloud of Blood Mist, disappearing instantly.

Yuan Ming's pupils constricted, barely catching a glimpse of an afterimage. Xue Li's figure had already reached him instantly, his Blood Slaughter Scimitar's light surging, transforming into a blood-colored Light Blade that slashed directly at Yuan Ming's chest.

Yuan Ming hastily stepped back. With his Purple Star Nine Dragon Spear, starlight burst forth, scattering countless star particles throughout the void, colliding with the blood-colored Light Blade.

In the deafening noise, starlight scattered in all directions, but the blood-colored Light Blade broke through, pressing towards Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming swiftly turned, stabbing out with his spear again, fully dispersing the blade of light.

Shaken, he then immediately triggered his Divine Power to concentrate in his eyes and looked again at Xue Li, realizing that the explosion of blood light around him was a Blood Explosion Escape Technique. It was incredibly fast, and catching it with the naked eye was already very difficult.

"Yuan Ming, it seems I overestimated you," Xue Li sneered.

Yuan Ming chuckled dismissively at his words.

Quietly, his focus had already spread out, continuously expanding the affected area towards Xue Li.

"Die!"

Xue Li shouted lowly, his silhouette exploding in another cloud of Blood Mist, swiftly approaching and once again swinging his blade at Yuan Ming.

As he entered the range of Yuan Ming's focus, he was immediately aware but did not retreat. Instead, the muscles in his arms ballooned, and his blade's momentum doubled, vowing to kill Yuan Ming with one strike.

However, as the Shared Life Battle Intent unfolded, Yuan Ming instantly locked between himself and Xue Li. He reacted faster than before, quickly dodging after the slash, and immediately put away his long spear, which was not suitable for close combat.

He then grabbed the Soul Destroying Sword from the void, twisted at the waist, and with a Sword Drawing Slash, he swept across at Xue Li.

"Whoosh"

A swath of Soul Destroying Sword Energy, tens of feet long, swept across, arriving in an instant.