It was at this moment that three demonic beasts, each with a different form, two at the fifth level and one at the seventh level, came charging down from a distant hillock, heading towards the battlefield. Chen Ying’er was sitting on the back of the fifth-level demonic beast.

Long Haochen had instructed her to use the Gate of Life to cover their retreat. According to his plan, once the rescue was complete, they would use the spores created by McDull the pig to limit the enemies’ ability to fly, and then have Chen Ying’er’s summoned demonic beasts and himself cover the retreat, hoping to buy time for their companions to escape.

However, no one had expected such a change to occur on the battlefield. The army of over a thousand Yak demons had collapsed under their attack. The battlefield was constantly changing, and when Chen Ying’er saw the situation within the battlefield clearly, she naturally didn’t want to fall behind. She led her summoned demonic beasts to join her companions and fight together.

An eighth-level being was an eighth-level being. Although the Yak chieftain was affected by the mucus sprayed by the Spore Demon, its speed was still very fast. Its hooves flew as it charged directly towards Long Haochen and his companions.

During the charge, circles of black halos spread out beneath its feet, and a layer of dark shadow covered its entire body of scales. Tiny black flames began to burn around its body, burning away the disgusting mucus while frantically increasing the Yak chieftain’s aura.

The dark spear shimmered with light. When it was less than fifty meters away from Long Haochen and the others, the Yak chieftain roared to the sky. Behind it, a faint black shadow expanded, like a black hole that could devour everything, opening its mouth behind it.

Turning halfway around, it stretched its right arm, holding the spear, back and then hurled it fiercely towards Long Haochen and the others.

Strangely, although it looked like a black spear flying out like a shooting star, the Yak chieftain still held the actual spear in its hand.

“Be careful, it’s the Tyrant Annihilation Strike!”

The knight from the ace demon hunter team shouted from afar. However, he was currently occupied with his own affairs and could not assist Long Haochen’s group.

Previously, in order to avoid injuries, both Yak chieftains had not used their full strength. But at this moment, things were clearly different. Their subordinates had suddenly been defeated, and both eighth-level powerhouses were truly enraged. Although their status among the demons was not as revered as the demon gods, as the first and second chieftains of the Yak tribe, they virtually ruled the entire Yak Province.

Although Yak Province was the smallest of the twenty-four provinces in the entire Demon Domain in terms of area, it was still one of the twenty-four provinces! Now, to be put in such a passive position by a dozen humans, with a large number of their capable subordinates being killed, how could these two chieftains not be angry?

The moment the black spear was thrown, the sky suddenly darkened. Even the yellow sand whipped up by the wind collapsed to both sides in an instant. The feeling was like the Asura Slash splitting open spiritual power, only on a much larger scale.

The terrifyingly powerful pressure caused a chilling sensation to arise in everyone’s hearts. Everyone even felt that the Tyrant Annihilation Strike was targeted at them. The skill unleashed by an eighth-level powerhouse was indeed terrifying. The almost distorted black spear shadow made it impossible to see its trajectory clearly.

However, at this moment, Long Haochen rushed forward proudly. A beam of white light shot out from behind him, accurately landing on the eighth-level Yak chieftain. It was the drawing ability of the Sacred Guidance Stove.

Facing strong enemies and pressing forward in the face of difficulties was the courage a guardian knight must possess. No matter how strong the enemy was, the guardian knight would always be the first to charge forward.

Flicking his left hand behind him, ripples of light fell into Ya Ting’s hands. Long Haochen gripped the Aria of the Goddess of Light with both hands. His charging body suddenly froze in mid-air. Then, he seemed to enter a strange state. He made an upward picking motion that looked very slow.

One-on-one. Yes, Long Haochen wanted to use his own ability to directly confront the powerful attack of the eighth-level Yak demon.

At this moment, the most obvious change on his body appeared on the Aria of the Goddess of Light. The originally rich sword light on the sword suddenly converged, and the sword body turned dark gold again. Along with his upward picking motion, which seemed to carry mysterious trajectories, Long Haochen gave people the feeling that he was going to gently lift the veil of a bride with this heavy divine sword.

If there was a true sword master here, they would be shocked by the scene before them. What Long Haochen was using was not just the simple unity of man and sword, but the unity of heaven and man. The sword intent was contained within, condensed and not scattered. He deeply understood the essence of swordsmanship. Perhaps he didn’t know any fancy swordsmanship, but since obtaining the Aria of the Goddess of Light, his understanding of the sword was no longer comparable to what it was at the beginning.

“Pfft—”

Darkness and dark gold came into contact in the air. Long Haochen’s body shook, and he flew backward several meters in the air, stopping his momentum when he crashed into Hao Yue’s huge body. However, the black spear shadow was forcibly deflected by him and shot straight into the sky.

Yes, it wasn’t a head-on collision, but a deflection.

Long Haochen was only at the sixth level after all. His inner spiritual power was not far from 10,000, but he was still a sixth-level Radiant Knight before breaking through 10,000. Even with legendary equipment, it was impossible to directly confront an eighth-level powerhouse. However, he had used his own strength to take on the Tyrant Annihilation Strike.

In a way, his sword was simple. He changed the trajectory of the enemy’s attack and cut off the connection between the enemy’s will and the skill. But how easy was it to actually do? This was a perfect combination of his own strength and sword intent. The seemingly simple pick was a fusion of Long Haochen’s understanding of sword intent and ancient martial arts since his seclusion.

The Yak chieftain was also shocked to see Long Haochen deflect his attack. He never expected that this guy, whose spiritual power fluctuations were far inferior to the other knight, could take his attack. Moreover, he had deflected the Tyrant Annihilation Strike so skillfully.

The intense killing intent spread out. The Yak chieftain roared again, slightly spreading his wings on his back. His four hooves stomped on the ground, and he charged forward with all his strength. Under the effect of the Sacred Guidance Stove, his target was now only Long Haochen.

Long Haochen took a deep breath to calm his surging qi and blood. The significant increase in external spiritual power was indeed very beneficial. His body’s ability to withstand was much stronger than before. Otherwise, even if he deflected the enemy’s attack, he would have been injured.

Spreading the lower two wings of the four wings and keeping the upper two wings unchanged, Long Haochen’s body suddenly rose several meters while charging forward, just dodging the dark air currents generated when the Yak chieftain stomped its hooves on the ground. At the same time, Long Haochen’s body lit up again with that strange dark gold light. His body and sword became one, and he shuttled through the Yak chieftain’s spear shadows. The Goddess of Light’s Aria in his hand kept pointing out seemingly lightly, and he himself was like a small boat in a stormy sea.

The Yak chieftain felt it most deeply. It couldn’t understand why this human should have fallen instantly in the face of its attack. However, whenever it felt that it was about to kill its opponent, the heavy sword in the opponent’s hand could always hit the key position where its spear was exerting force, and it could always use its spiritual wings to change direction and avoid the deadly danger.

At this time, Long Haochen was like a shadow, rippling in the spear shadows, but he just wouldn’t fight the Yak chieftain head-on, relying entirely on his skills to tremble with it. This made it impossible for the eighth-level powerhouse to unleash its strongest attack power.

(To be continued)