Abyss Walker

Chapter 83 Bloodstained Illusionary Demon City

Dugu Jianling: Arrogance comes at a price, except for me, of course. This guy is just like those idiots from the Fire Kingdom. If Yun Muhan hadn't suffered so many casualties, the Ringwraith would have had to come out and give him a good whack.

Yun Muhan's figure flashed like lightning, piercing the gloom above Illusionary Demon City. The Dugu Sword in his hand emitted a dazzling light, its sword energy crisscrossing, pointing directly at Windwalker-Silence.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself." Windrunner-Silence sneered, his figure appearing and disappearing in the air, as if blending into the surrounding environment, making him elusive.

Yun Muhan's swordsmanship was like a raging storm, each strike containing the power to shatter mountains and split rocks.

However, Windrunner-Silence's movement was too unpredictable; he always managed to skillfully dodge at the last moment just as the sword tip was about to touch him.

Yun Muhan: A ninth-level Nascent Soul cultivator, terrifying indeed. Even with the aid of Dugu Jian, it would be difficult to kill him. Previously, he had poisoned Emperor Xuan Ye and the two demon kings, but now he was severely depleted, and his poison dragon was almost exhausted…

"This can't go on," Yun Muhan thought to himself. He knew that if they didn't find Windrunner-Silence's weakness soon, they would be plunged into an endless battle.

Just then, a resolute glint flashed in Yun Muhan's eyes. He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power within his body began to surge wildly. The light on the Dugu Sword grew brighter and brighter, as if it would illuminate the entire Illusionary Demon City.

Yun Muhan roared, and his body began to undergo astonishing changes. Golden dragon scales appeared on his skin, dragon horns grew on his forehead, and a huge dragon tail extended from his back.

"This...this is the Ancestral Dragon!" A hint of fear finally appeared in Windrunner-Silent Extinction's eyes. He had never imagined that Yun Muhan would possess such a powerful bloodline.

Having transformed into the Ancestral Dragon, Yun Muhan's strength and speed reached a completely new level. Each of his attacks was like the collapse of the heavens and the earth, making it difficult for Windwalker-Silence to withstand.

"Windwalker - Annihilation, your end has come!" Yun Muhan's voice was like thunder, shaking the entire Illusion Demon City.

Windrunner-Silence knew he couldn't delay any longer. He began to unleash his ultimate skill, attempting to contend with Yun Muhan.

"The extreme of the wind, the dance of annihilation!" The figure of Windwalker-Annihilation became blurred, as if it had transformed into countless wind blades, attacking Yun Muhan from all directions.

However, Yun Muhan's ancestral dragon form was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. His dragon scales were indestructible, and with a gentle wave, he could deflect all the wind blades.

"It's over." Yun Muhan's voice carried a hint of weariness, but even more so, a resolute determination. He swung his massive dragon claw, striking directly at Windrunner-Silence.

With a deafening roar, Windrunner-Silence's body was crushed as if by a giant mountain, turning into countless fragments that dissipated into the air.

Yun Muhan slowly transformed back into human form, a slight smile on his face. Although the battle was exceptionally difficult, he ultimately triumphed through his own strength.

"We won!" Chu Ling Shuang, Su Meng Die, and the others cheered. They knew that this victory was hard-won and was earned by Yun Mu Han through his desperate efforts.

"Fellow Daoist Yun, the Demon Emperor of Illusionary Demon City, the Old Demon Emperor, and the two Demon Venerables, Dark Moon Lord and Star Lord Lord, are all dead. We've won!" The gourd in Fan Chen's hand shattered, but he still laughed joyfully.

"Fellow Daoist Fan, the Sword-Nourishing Gourd is broken, and you can still laugh?" Yun Muhan joked.

"It's shattered. A century of effort has been destroyed in an instant, but it's alright. I've found something even more precious than the Sword-Nourishing Gourd," Fan Chen said firmly.

"You're the one who's a jerk." Xueyu raised her sword and slashed at Fanchen.

"Oh no! I was wrong... I was wrong... Sister Xueyu, don't be so irritable." Fanchen ran away quickly.

"You were just suffering from the backlash of the sword-nurturing gourd, and now you're jumping around like a madman. It seems your worries were unnecessary," Chu Ling Shuang teased.