In the high sky of several thousand zhang, the two were already in the middle of the inky dark clouds. Seeing a ball of purple light shooting towards his face, Wei Zhongran's eyes widened abruptly.
"You want to kill me? Then let's see how much stronger you are than Teng Wuji!"
He also raised his hands abruptly, and two balls of dark light suddenly appeared in his hands, instantly blocking in front of him.
With a loud "clang!", Wei Zhongran's entire figure floated rapidly backward. After retreating four steps, he finally stood firm in the air again.
And with this loud sound, the churning, inky dark clouds in the sky seemed to have heard a command. In an instant, bean-sized raindrops were already pouring down.
Within a hundred li, a mist instantly rose, and the heavy rain connected with the sky. The cultivators on both sides who were fighting below also raised their Spirit Power shields one after another.
But in just a moment, those Foundation Establishment cultivators already felt that something was wrong. These raindrops carried a force that made one's bones go soft and muscles numb, as if being struck by streaks of lightning.
And just as they felt that something was wrong, a series of miserable screams rose and fell one after another, making one's whole body go numb.
Many Foundation Establishment cultivators were in a coma in just a few breaths, and some were even dying continuously in convulsions.
This situation did not only appear on the Windy Cool Mountain Foundation Establishment cultivators, but also on the South Sea cultivators, without any difference.
Even the Golden Core cultivators, after holding on for a few breaths, also felt that something was wrong. Every drop of rain that hit their Spirit Power shields would splash up a flash of purple light.
Seeing this, how could the Golden Core cultivators on both sides dare to stay here? After stopping their fight one after another, they rolled up their own disciples and hurriedly flew away from the hundred-li area covered by the heavy rain.
The old Demonic Cultivator was completely oblivious to everything that was happening below. He stared at the opposite Wei Zhongran with a smile in his old eyes.
As for those South Sea cultivators, if they died, they died. He could just go and capture some more. He would not have any scruples.
If it weren't for considering that there were still Demon Lords and Demonic Soldiers below, he would have struck even harder. Just one drop of rain could have taken the lives of those Foundation Establishment cultivators. If the Golden Core cultivators were slow to dodge, a large number of them would have also perished, instead of being able to leave alive like now.
The old Demonic Cultivator stared at the slightly plump young man opposite him. He was not surprised that his attack had just been blocked. Before this, they had already exchanged blows quickly for about ten breaths and had some understanding of each other's strength.
At this moment, the slightly plump young man was holding an ebony gold great hammer in each hand. Each hammer head looked extremely terrifying, about the size of three or four adult heads.
At the top of the ebony gold hammer head, a long, sharp spike protruded, constantly emitting a dark golden light. The great hammers, held in the hands of the slightly plump young man, looked so incongruous.
This was a weapon that would only look domineering in the hands of a giant from their Demon Clan, yet it was held in the hands of a not-so-tall, plump young man, as incongruous as a gentle Confucian scholar holding a sharp blade.
Wei Zhongran was dressed in a dark green long robe, which originally made him look extremely gentle and refined. At this time, with the two great hammers in hand, a fierce and iron-blooded aura was erupting from his body.
Just now, it was these two ebony gold great hammers clashing against each other that had clamped down on the swift impact of the purple lightning small cauldron.
The old Demonic Cultivator , who called himself Lei Andao, saw that Wei Zhongran was silent, his aura growing stronger. He raised his old eyebrows, and brought his hands together. The purple flames on the purple lightning small cauldron suspended in mid-air, with a "pu" sound, suddenly expanded several times.
In the heavy rain of the churning dark clouds, it was as eerie as a purple monster with only a head left. The surrounding rainwater, with the sudden expansion of the purple flames, converged rapidly towards the small cauldron.
Then Lei Andao crossed his hands and fiercely rubbed them in the void. The purple lightning small cauldron began to spin rapidly. As it spun rapidly, the small cauldron rose higher and higher. In the blink of an eye, it had risen above Wei Zhongran's head.
The raindrops that had gathered in the cauldron just now, as the purple lightning small cauldron spun rapidly, were thrown out from the bottom of the small cauldron, as if being flung out. One after another, raindrops carrying purple flames shrouded the Wei Zhongran below.
Wei Zhongran's eyes became even darker. He raised one hand and, with a single toss, an ebony gold great hammer flew out.
As soon as the great hammer reached above his head, it began to spin like a whirlwind, forming a hoop-like ring that firmly protected the Wei Zhongran below.
"Ding ding dang dang..."
A series of dense sounds instantly erupted, as if someone was frantically hammering on a piece of metal.
Every drop of rain carrying a purple flame that scattered down hit the hoop-like ring. It became denser and denser, and the purple flames on the raindrops also became more and more eerie.
Within the flames were elongated, white-faced evil ghosts that bit fiercely at the dark light on the hoop-like ring, as if trying to bite out a gap.
Wei Zhongran's face below became more and more grave. The hand he had freed was also constantly changing hand seals.
Gradually, a trace of blood began to seep from the corner of his mouth, but his expression remained the same, neither happy nor sad. In the center of the pupils of his dark eyes, a dot of golden light slowly appeared.
In the wind and rain, the purple lightning small cauldron continuously gathered bean-sized raindrops from all around as it spun, and the next moment, they were thrown out from the bottom of the small cauldron, as if endless, never stopping.
More and more blood seeped from the corner of Wei Zhongran's mouth, but he seemed to be completely unaware, letting the blood flow onto the front of his robe, slowly dyeing the dark green clothes even darker.
"No wonder that good-for-nothing junior brother of mine was no match for you and fell silent so quickly. Fellow Daoist Wei's Spirit Power is far more profound than any of the peak Pseudo-Nascent Soul cultivators I have ever seen. What is this realm? To say it's Pseudo-Nascent Soul , it's not; to say it's Nascent Soul , it's not. It truly is an eye-opener. That there is such an unheard-of realm between these two."
At this time, Lei Andao's hands were moving like a shower of rain, continuously tapping at the spinning purple lightning small cauldron in the air, and large beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead, but his voice was as calm as ever.
He spoke with such calmness, as if two old friends were chatting. In his heart, he was actually shocked beyond words. He had never seen such a strange realm between Pseudo-Nascent Soul and Nascent Soul .
This realm should be able to crush all Golden Cores , but it was slightly lower than a true initial-stage Nascent Soul . But if an initial-stage Nascent Soul wanted to defeat him, they would have to pay a considerable price.
This was his current situation. He also felt that it was somewhat difficult to deal with the person before him. Teng Wuji was at the mid-stage of Golden Core . As Teng Wuji's senior brother, he had only entered the Demonic General realm for thirteen years.
Thirteen years was a short time for the consolidation of a major realm, especially at their level of cultivation. When the news of the expedition to the Desolate Moon Continent reached Lei Andao's sect, he immediately chose to come out of seclusion.
He and Teng Wuji had both chosen to be among the first batch of cultivators in this cross-planar war. Lei Andao wanted to temper his realm through this great war.
Teng Wuji also had the same idea. He was only a hair's breadth away from the late-stage of Golden Core . But more than two hundred years had passed. No matter how he cultivated, apart from his Spirit Power becoming more condensed, his realm was like a great mountain, firmly stuck at the peak of the mid-stage of Golden Core . The bottleneck did not loosen in the slightest. And the facts were just as they had expected. After arriving on the Desolate Moon Continent , they had indeed gained many benefits.
But more than a month ago, after Teng Wuji left, there was no more news. After receiving the news, Lei Andao had personally gone to that valley to investigate for a long time. Finally, with the help of the information obtained from the Windy Cool Mountain cultivators, he had locked his target onto Wei Zhongran .
For this assassination of Wei Zhongran , Lei Andao naturally had to come.
His current fighting style seemed to have the upper hand, and on the surface, he also appeared very relaxed. But in reality, it was not the case. The opponent's defense was tougher than he had imagined.
Lei Andao's Spirit Power was also being consumed rapidly. In just this short while, he had consumed about thirty percent of his Spirit Power .
And what he had gotten was just blood seeping from the corner of Wei Zhongran's mouth. His body was still as steady as a rock, standing in the same spot without moving an inch. His aura seemed even longer than his own. How could this not greatly alarm him?
"The cultivation methods of my Desolate Moon Continent, how can they be understood by a barbaric cultivator from a remote corner like you?"
Just as Lei Andao was attacking, as if chatting casually, to his surprise, Wei Zhongran was also able to speak at this moment. His speech was only slightly slower, not so pressured that he could not attend to other things.
As Wei Zhongran was speaking, without any warning, the great hammer in his other hand was suddenly thrown out like a hidden weapon. With a streak of dark light, it shot out from the rain curtain in front of him.
The great hammer went straight for Lei Andao's abdomen. Along the way, it shattered countless rain curtains, like a sharp arrow breaking through the waves. Watching the great hammer whistling with a muffled sound of wind, Lei Andao was surprised and confused.
The opponent was clearly already struggling to resist the purple lightning small cauldron above, and had even suffered internal injuries. For him to be able to speak was already very surprising. How could he still have the spare energy to attack him?
"Pretending to be injured!"
This thought flashed, and Lei Andao felt that something was not right again. It didn't make sense at all.
Wei Zhongran's attack at this moment was not a sneak attack when he thought the situation was decided, but a direct attack on him while resisting the purple lightning small cauldron above. Everything was happening right under his nose.
He was becoming more and more unable to understand Wei Zhongran . But confusion was confusion. Lei Andao's movements were not slow. He freed one hand and made a swiping motion in front of his chest. His wrist bent inwards, then outwards again, and a great force was sent out from his palm.
The downpour in front of him transformed into a dark blue giant hand, about half a person tall. The giant hand was surrounded by blue and purple lightning, making a piercing "zizizi..." sound.
The giant palm slapped towards the great hammer.
With a "peng!", the two collided.
The collision sent the surrounding heavy rain flying in all directions, forming an empty, rainless area in front of Lei Andao.
Immediately after, Lei Andao's face also changed. His figure flashed rapidly to the side. A long, sharp spike had suddenly pierced through the dark blue giant hand, heading straight for his lower abdomen.
The giant hand that Lei Andao had just condensed was actually unable to stop it. That palm had condensed thirty percent of his Spirit Power , and had also borrowed the power of the heavenly thunder and lightning.
Thirty percent of a Nascent Soul cultivator's Spirit Power , even if it lightly slapped a giant peak, would cause it to collapse into a large pile of rubble.
The sharp spike that was stabbing towards his lower abdomen was precisely the one on the front of Wei Zhongran's great hammer. It was as fast as a venomous dragon emerging from its cave. Piercing through the dark blue giant hand was just a matter of an instant.
The unexpected event only stunned Lei Andao for a moment, but he also reacted quickly. If it weren't for the fact that Lei Andao felt that Wei Zhongran's realm was strange and was on guard at all times, not underestimating his enemy, he would have been heavily injured if not dead from this one blow.
Lei Andao pulled in his chest and abdomen, trading distance for space. As he pulled in his abdomen, he also shifted his body sharply to the right. With a "chi" sound, the long, sharp spike pierced through a series of raindrops and also hit empty air.
And because of this hurried dodge, Lei Andao's hand seal also faltered. The spinning purple small cauldron in the air paused for a moment.
The golden dot in the opposite Wei Zhongran's eyes suddenly brightened. A thick smell of blood rushed towards him. This made even Lei Andao feel somewhat horrified. It was as if a battlefield had appeared before his eyes, a battlefield of a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses.
But his cultivation was superb. With a cold snort, the illusion before his eyes had already disappeared. He also reached out to grab the sharp spike in front of his lower abdomen.
And the opposite Wei Zhongran suddenly moved. His body leaped up, and he grabbed the other great hammer that was spinning above his head, and fiercely smashed it at the purple small cauldron in the air.
With a "boom!", the entire dark world, with the battle between the two at its center, rolled up a strong, fierce wind. The layers of dark clouds covering the sky were instantly torn open with a large hole, and a ray of sunlight shone down.