Legend of the Asura Emperor

However, after being suppressed by Mingyue Tong, Ye Wuying's strength has been greatly reduced.

At this moment, he was also in a very difficult situation to deal with such a powerful and destructive move.

"Night Shadowless, this was specially prepared for you! Demonic Dragon Descends! Let's decide the victor with this move!" With a furious shout, Jun Han swung his Demonic Netherflame Sword fiercely. The next moment, a huge, jet-black dragon with a diameter comparable to Jun Han's height burst out from the demonic sword, and terrifying power erupted in that instant.

"Roar!! How is this possible?!" Seeing the terrifying, pitch-black phantom dragon roaring towards them, even the usually aloof Ye Wuying couldn't help but become excited. His eyes widened, and a powerful black light erupted from his entire body. His hands were enveloped in thick lightning, and simultaneously, his outstretched arms forcefully held back the roaring black dragon.

'boom! ! ’

At the same time as the loud noise erupted, the pair of giant hands that Night Shadow had conjured blocked the black dragon that Demon Dragon Descends to Earth had transformed into, but this was only his limit.

Even though he managed to withstand the black dragon's attack, Ye Wuying was completely unable to stop it from charging forward. Perhaps, simply holding off the black dragon was the limit of what Ye Wuying could do; he was utterly powerless to do anything else, including countering its attacks.

Seeing Ye Wuying being carried around by the Demon Dragon's Descent, Jun Han suddenly felt his legs go weak. If it weren't for the Netherflame Sword supporting him in time, Jun Han would probably have already collapsed to his knees. The intense feeling of exhaustion made Jun Han feel powerless all over.

Although the power of the Demon Dragon's Descent is entirely released by absorbing the surrounding demonic energy, the stronger the absorbed demonic energy, the stronger the Demon Dragon's Descent will be.

The problem is that to control such a powerful force, Jun Han must also expend a great deal of his vital energy. The first attack, "Dragon Descends," was manageable, but the second attack almost drained Jun Han dry. After all, controlling such a massive force requires a certain degree of consumption, which can be considered the price of unleashing this domineering attack.

"Damn it, even the Demonic Dragon's Descent can't kill him?" Seeing Ye Wuying's entire body covered in black light constantly trying to fight against the pitch-black illusion conjured by the Demonic Dragon's Descent, Jun Han felt a chill in his heart.

The current scene really resembles a jet-black dragon carrying a dragon pearl that bursts with black light, soaring through the sky.

"Roar! It's just a mere illusion formed from primordial energy. Do you really think you can do anything to me? Let me tell you, even if a real Heavenly Dragon came, I, Ye Wuying, would tear it apart. Let alone your broken martial technique! Open!" Ye Wuying roared furiously, repeatedly prying open the mouth of the illusory black dragon. Under Ye Wuying's powerful strength, the dragon's head was indeed being stretched open again and again. Seeing this, Jun Han was even more shocked.

However, while Ye Wuying was indeed powerful, he seemed to have forgotten, in his excitement, that this was ultimately just a form conjured by the descent of a demonic dragon.

Ultimately, the Demon Dragon's Descent was still a powerful and astonishing sword aura, not some black dragon.

So when Ye Wuying forced open the dragon's mouth, the Demonic Dragon Descends Sword Qi he had condensed erupted instantly. The loud explosion caused the surrounding earth to shake violently. In a flash, Jun Han immediately retreated.

"He's...not dead yet?" The dark power came and went quickly, as if the violent outburst just now was fake. When the smoke and dust dissipated, Jun Han could clearly see the dark figure in the smoke and dust.

When the smoke cleared, Jun Han was slightly taken aback. The reason was simple: Ye Wuying looked rather miserable at that moment.

Not only were his clothes tattered and covered in blood, but half of his once handsome and eerie face was now a mangled mess. In particular, the flesh on his arms and legs was blown so badly that the white bones were visible, which was extremely gruesome!

Similarly, Jun Han was in no better shape at this moment. Two consecutive moves of Demonic Dragon Descent had drained his vital energy, leaving him without the power to use the Dark Moon Eye.

Furthermore, due to the use of the Xuanbing Demonization technique, the Mingyan Sword in his hand had been completely reduced to ashes.

If Ye Wuying were to make another move now, Jun Han would have absolutely no chance of resisting!

"Jun Han! I will cut you into a thousand pieces!"

Ye Wuying, who had been beaten so badly and miserably by Jun Han in one move, was now furious!

Because he lost the suppression of the Dark Moon Eye, even though Ye Wuying was seriously injured, his aura did not weaken much. His body was filled with black light and killing intent, which surged up again.

"Shadow Strike!"

With a wave of his hand, countless beams of black light shot towards Jun Han!

"Young Master Jun!"

Seeing this, the Saint of Ten Thousand Thunders unleashed a full-force palm strike, sending Ye Kun and Ye Yin flying backward, coughing up blood. He transformed into lightning and arrived in front of Jun Han. The violent lightning instantly transformed into thousands of lightning snakes, colliding wildly with the black light of the Shadowless Night.

"Heavenly Thunder Seal!"

The moment their attacks collided, the Thunder Saint's entire body crackled with lightning, condensing into a massive lightning palm print that crashed down towards Nightless Shadow.

"Shadow Burst!"

Ye Wuying waved his hand and threw out a black ball of light, which directly shattered the lightning palm print. The next second, Ye Wuying transformed into black light and rushed over. Wan Lei Saint immediately engaged in battle, buying Jun Han time to recover.

However, Ye Wuying's shadow energy was far too powerful, and Ye Wuying's cultivation level far exceeded that of Wan Lei Saint.

Even someone with the combat power of Wan Lei Saint would find it difficult to contend with him.

After just a dozen or so rounds, a streak of blood appeared at the corner of Wanlei Saint's mouth, and he was still retreating steadily.

Finally, taking advantage of an opening, Ye Wuying unleashed a black beam of light at an extremely tricky angle, piercing through Wan Lei Shengzhe's left arm.

With another move, he swept Wan Lei Saint away and knocked him to the ground.

But Ye Wuying didn't rush to kill Wan Lei Saint. Instead, he turned around and attacked Jun Han: "Jun Han, you are the first person to seriously injure me in all these years! I will definitely cut you into a thousand pieces and make you wish you were dead!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black light in Ye Wuying's hand transformed into countless black threads, which attacked Jun Han like a hail of bullets.

If Jun Han were to be struck by these countless black threads, he would instantly die in agony, as if pierced by a thousand arrows!

Jun Han tried to dodge, but with his energy depleted and severely injured, he was completely unable to move and could only watch helplessly as the black threads attacked: "Damn it! Am I, Jun Han, going to die here like this?"

Just as a sense of despair was rising in Jun Han's heart, a blinding white light suddenly attacked from the side, protecting Jun Han. The next moment, a figure rushed out, slashing through Ye Wuying's black threads and standing in front of Jun Han.

This figure was none other than Murong Ming, the vice president of the Soul Master Guild!