Although Bai Rou had only spoken two sentences with the little Purple Divine Dragon-Elephant, she knew that this should be Junior Brother Li's last resort.
Then, Bai Rou quietly looked outside the formation again. She was very calm at this moment. She watched the demonic cultivator, clutching his throat with one hand, his eyes capable of killing, striding over again.
'Demonic cultivators are really powerful, and right now, I am too weak!' Bai Rou thought helplessly.
She had no fighting strength left. The previous scene flashed before her eyes again, which made her even more curious. 'How on earth did Junior Brother Li do it?'
After losing her last bit of strength, she actually thought of these things. She knew it was useless to swallow a poison pill now. The moment the formation broke would be the moment everyone inside died. What's more, she didn't even have the ability to open her storage pouch now.
Bai Rou was certain that Li Yan was a Foundation Establishment cultivator because when he had cast spells before, the spirit power he displayed was still the liquefied spirit power unique to Foundation Establishment cultivators.
If one reached the Golden Core, the liquefied spirit power would have long since condensed into a Golden Core. The spirit power released at that time would already be solidified, visible to the naked eye with careful observation, unlike now where it needed divine sense to be perceived.
The previous scene appeared before Bai Rou's eyes. In the desperate eyes of Bai Rou and the little Purple Divine Dragon-Elephant, Li Yan, who had been sitting on the ground powerlessly, suddenly had a terrifying aura erupt from his body, an aura that only a peak Initial-stage Golden Core cultivator would have.
Including in Teng Wuji's eyes, Li Yan's body suddenly disappeared from his original spot again. This time, Li Yan's movement skill was faster than at any time before.
Even though the tip of Teng Wuji's elbow had already touched Li Yan's hairline, it still hit empty air. Then, the unparalleled power of the demonic cultivator erupted.
Under Teng Wuji's elbow, the earth split open, sending sand and stones flying. The ground immediately collapsed downward.
This kind of power should have made people feel powerless and fearful, but what was even more terrifying was yet to come. Many years later, it would still be imprinted in the minds of Bai Rou and the little Purple Divine Dragon-Elephant.
When Li Yan's figure appeared again, it was just as Teng Wuji's elbow had hit empty air, and his expression was somewhat dazed and stunned.
Immediately after, Teng Wuji's pupils shrank abruptly because this time Li Yan was very close to him, so close that he was almost kneeling in front of his fallen form.
Although his divine sense had also captured it in an instant, the miss of his sure-hit blow had left him stunned for a moment.
Even though he had been on full alert during the attack, wondering if the green-robed boy had any other trump cards, this time it was too fast, too strange.
So fast that the moment his divine sense detected Li Yan, Li Yan had already appeared in front of him. Yes, in front of him. It could even be said that Li Yan's figure had only moved less than half a foot from under his elbow.
Li Yan's two palms were like knives. On his originally bloody and mangled hands, a faint silver light once again burst forth with a silver-white color. Li Yan's eyes also flashed with a sharp light.
Li Yan knelt on one knee, his body leaning forward, his two palms accurately slashing towards Teng Wuji's throat.
The throat was one of the most difficult parts of the human body to cultivate. Li Yan was well-versed in the essence of body refining arts and naturally knew the weakness of body cultivators.
Teng Wuji wanted to dodge again, but it was already too late because he discovered with horror that the power that had erupted from the green-robed youth at this moment had reached the strength of a peak Initial-stage Golden Core.
With another loud "bang," almost at the same time as Teng Wuji's elbow hit the ground, his throat was cut by Li Yan's two palms.
Teng Wuji spat out a mouthful of blood clots, which actually contained a small part of his internal organs. And Li Yan was once again thrown high into the air.
The aura on Li Yan's body also rapidly dropped like a deflating balloon. His hands were broken into several pieces, and his body, under the rebound of his own powerful attack, was shaken. Lines of blood sprayed out in all directions like a rain curtain.
Bloody holes burst open on his body. His meridians finally couldn't withstand the final circulation of spirit power and began to rupture.
In the air, the moment before he fainted, Li Yan gave a bitter smile. 'Demonic cultivators! Formidable!'
Just now, under the effect of a secret art, he had condensed his essence, qi, and spirit to the extreme, and his magical power had also been instantly raised to its strongest.
But even with such a full-force sneak attack, he still came out on the losing end. Not only were the bones in his hands almost completely shattered, but his internal organs and meridians were also ruptured in many places due to the shock. Even his divine soul was on the verge of collapsing from this rebound, which showed how fierce Li Yan's attack had been just now.
And in the end, Teng Wuji was only injured by him, not killed.
Li Yan had always been one to take one step and see ten. After the first head-on clash, he actually wasn't as powerless as he seemed.
However, he was truly a spent force, but he could have immediately returned to the "Great Dragon-Elephant Formation."
With Li Yan's cunning, of course he had thought that someone as strong as a demonic cultivator would definitely give him a fatal blow after suffering a loss. Although Li Yan could still stand up and face the enemy, or even immediately return to the formation, he still pretended to be exhausted and sat down.
And the moment he sat down, the drop of "Rongsun" that he had long since wrapped in spirit power and held in his mouth was finally swallowed by Li Yan.
In an instant, Li Yan's body was filled with spirit power. At the same time, Li Yan silently circulated the "Five Elements Return to Primordial Genesis" grand art. He wanted to forcefully raise his cultivation by several levels and give the opponent a final blow.
This was his final, fatal blow.
So, Li Yan had been sitting with his head down all this time. He didn't dare to move his body randomly, for fear that the change in his life force due to the overflowing spirit power in his body would be discovered by the opponent first.
It was only at the moment when Teng Wuji's elbow touched his hairline that Li Yan's internal spirit power instantly erupted, and the "Five Elements Return to Primordial Genesis" was operated to the extreme.
However, his approach was also a gamble. He was betting on knowing Teng Wuji's attack direction, timing, and speed, so that he could launch a sneak attack just a moment in advance.
Otherwise, the sneak attack would be detected by the opponent, leading to failure.
This kind of gamble was, of course, a gamble with his life. If he was a fraction of a second late, Li Yan's head would have directly exploded.
Under the "Five Elements Return to Primordial Genesis" grand art, Li Yan's cultivation was instantly raised to around the Initial-stage Golden Core. Both the speed of "Phoenix Soars to the Heavens" and his attack power reached Li Yan's current peak.
But the result was disappointing for Li Yan. At this time, he had already fallen into a coma.
As Li Yan's body was falling, his aura and life force were continuously dropping. And the sky full of gravel stirred up from below whistled towards him like a swarm of sharp arrows.
Li Yan, who had fallen into a death-like coma, was naturally powerless to defend. He could have been turned into a sieve in an instant. But at this moment, a long purple trunk, with a dazzling purple light, coiled around Li Yan's falling body.
The purple light ground the surrounding gravel and wood chips into dust. With a smooth motion, it brought Li Yan back into the "Great Dragon-Elephant Formation."
And at that time, Teng Wuji was still clutching his throat in horror, lying sideways in the void. His huge body had been knocked more than sixty zhang away by Li Yan. The terrifying power of their clash just now had turned the valley into a shadowy chasm.
Looking at the demonic cultivator who was dragging his right leg and striding through the air outside the grand formation, Bai Rou slowly closed her beautiful eyes. Everything was up to the formation spirit, the little purple elephant. But, the result should be "it's all over, right?"
It wasn't that Bai Rou had no confidence, but that the formation spirit, the little purple elephant's current rank had just reached the Third-rank. This was the reason the little Purple Divine Dragon-Elephant hadn't appeared recently; it had been in seclusion.
The little Purple Divine Dragon-Elephant's realm was not yet stable, and it was still a soul body. Many of its innate divine abilities could not be used at all. How could it deal with an old-brand Golden Core demonic cultivator?
The little Purple Divine Dragon-Elephant also stood up again. Its long trunk straightened, and it let out a roar to the sky. With a flash of its figure, it had already merged into the "Great Dragon-Elephant Formation." It knew it was time for it to fight for its life.
At the same time, it thought to itself, 'Little rascal, you cultivate too slowly. This time, the master has reached such a state, and you can't even help a little! Lord Elephant, here I come!'
Teng Wuji walked, coughing violently from time to time, occasionally spitting out a mouthful of thick blood.
This time, although Li Yan had failed to take his life, his throat had been severely injured, and his head had almost been directly broken off by the opponent.
Teng Wuji no longer had any anger, or rather, his anger had reached its extreme. His face was so gloomy that it could drip a lake of water.
"Foundation Establishment, you are really Foundation Establishment. I want to dissect your body, inch by inch, and see if you are human or demon. Or, what other power do you have hidden? Show it to me again!"
Teng Wuji kept roaring in his heart, but he no longer made a sound, just walked step by step.
Ever since Teng Wuji was promoted to the level of a demon lord, he had never suffered such a loss. Even when fighting against the strong among cultivators of the same realm, the result was at most a mutual injury.
Today, he looked extremely pathetic. Every wound on his body was his shame because it was inflicted on him by a weak cultivator.
And it was the weak human cultivators he had always looked down upon the most. This had already produced an inner demon in his heart.
An inner demon, whether for human cultivators, demonic cultivators, or demon cultivators, was enough to be fatal. It could possibly ruin a cultivator's future.
Teng Wuji knew that even if he searched the souls of the people here a thousand times, ten thousand times, and refined them for generations, he would never be able to return to his previous state of mind.
His state of mind had been destroyed by two small human cultivators. His cultivation path might have already come to an end. After this, no matter how he cultivated, he would not be able to break through, unable to advance.
Especially when breaking through realm barriers, this inner demon would definitely arrive as expected.
When the heart dies, there is boundless, overwhelming hatred. Teng Wuji now no longer thought about the war between the human and demon races here.
The "Great Dragon-Elephant Formation" had just been at the edge of Teng Wuji's attack. The previous destructive aftershocks had caused the little Purple Divine Dragon-Elephant to consume a large amount of soul power to resist, so the purple light outside the formation had been in an unstable state of flickering.
Teng Wuji stood outside the formation, looking at the small purple ball floating in the deep pit in front of him. His face was expressionless. He clenched a fist, and the surrounding space trembled, as if this whole part of the world was shivering.
That was the expression of him gathering the power of heaven and earth. In the next moment, Teng Wuji threw a flat punch. There was no wind, no waves, like a punch thrown casually by a mortal.
The moment he threw this punch, the wind from his fist had already spread. The small purple ball in front of him had already emitted a cracking sound as if it was overwhelmed. Many purple lights flashed brightly and then turned into a burst of purple fireworks and flew into the sky. It was like the final splendor of fireworks.
In the formation, Bai Rou lay quietly. But at the last moment, she quietly opened her beautiful eyes and glanced at the unconscious Li Yan not far away. A smile touched the corner of her mouth. There was actually no fear of death on her face.
"Farewell, two masters! Farewell, Grandmaster!"
And at this time, in the "Great Dragon-Elephant Formation," the ring of purple light around them was like crazy, surrounding the six people in a circle, rotating rapidly, with brilliant colors, and from time to time, mixed with the long cries of a dragon-elephant, the sound getting higher and higher...
But, everyone knew that this was just the final, brilliant splendor of death!