Daoist Competition

The Demon King Spring had no intention of lingering in battle at this moment, disinclined to entangle with the ground. Thus, he made no attempt to dodge Zhang Yan’s True Light, planning to endure it and seize a momentary opportunity to escape with his subordinates.

Initially, his plan seemed sound; as a Power Dao Practitioner, minor injuries were of little concern. However, as the True Light descended, it was startling; his back inexplicably became heavy, forcing his body downward as if burdened by a mountain.

The immense force pressed down, causing a turmoil in his chest, with a metallic taste rising to his throat, as he nearly plummeted from the sky.

Realizing this power was insurmountable, he had no time to think of fleeing. Roaring fiercely, he extended his body, planted his feet on the ground, and pushed upwards!

With blood-fueled courage, he aimed to use his strength to overturn this True Light.

He refused to believe it, thinking that even if truly carrying a mountain on his back, he could muster the strength to throw it off!

Zhang Yan, seeing his refusal to submit, smiled slightly, unhurried to capture him. As long as he was under the True Light’s pressure, escaping would be nearly impossible unless the opponent’s mana and cultivation far surpassed his own, which was unlikely.

He lightly conjured the Elixir Evil, leisurely activating the Mysterious Skill, continuously transforming more Earth True Light, layer after layer, pressing it onto the opponent.

The initial faint yellow glow gradually intensified, accumulating into a deep ochre, resembling stones piling up, mountain ranges overlapping, bolstering the Power Dao.

Under his Earth True Light, even Su Yihong once suffered defeat. Now, with his cultivation vastly superior to before, no matter how Quan He struggled, he couldn’t escape the mountainous burden.

Under Zhang Yan’s pressure, Quan He’s figure was forced lower and lower. Before long, his knees buckled, his body tilted, and his hands pressed to the ground.

As a Demon King, he possessed a certain brute tenacity. Despite being pressed down, he raised his head towards the sky, veins bulging fiercely on his forehead, snarling beastly in defiance, refusing to bow.

At this moment, Zhang Yan appeared calm and composed, exuding an air of Daoist elegance, starkly contrasting the Demon King’s desperate struggle.

With Zhang Yan blocking ahead, Han Suyi effortlessly captured all the Demon Cultivators behind.

Even the little demons that attempted to escape upon seeing the unfavorable situation were unable to breach the Array Flags, being driven back one by one.

Han Suyi dispatched her disciples, apprehending those demons with some cultivation using talismans, binding them, while disregarding the untransformed little demons, leaving them to her disciples to handle as they pleased.

Her disciples often envied their seniors who had spirit monsters guarding the Cave Mansion as servants. Although these little demons were low in cultivation, they were pleased to capture many suitable ones, while the rest were easily slain.

Even the minor sect cultivators spectating joined in, and within less than an hour, the entire Quantu Demon Tribe was obliterated, leaving no trace.

Under the Earth True Light, Quan He’s bones creaked and strained, seemingly unable to bear the force.

He was no longer fighting for escape but desperately for his own life.

He knew well the force on his back had grown unimaginably great, and any relaxation might see him crushed to pulp.

Mournfully lamenting his predicament, he feared awaiting only death if this continued, his eyes darted, and he shouted, "Daoist, please, have mercy! I, I am willing to... become the Guardian Mansion Spirit Beast."

Zhang Yan heard his words, though broken and labored as if wrenched from his throat, but understood the demon still retained some strength. Yet, the reluctance in his offer and the sly intent suggested he still schemed to escape.

He chuckled and replied, "Though Demon King Quan has this intention, as Your Excellency is nonetheless a Demon Lord, untamable by nature, you need firm handling before I dare to take you in."

Realizing Zhang Yan wouldn’t relent, Quan He could think of nothing more, gritting his teeth, he fell silent.

After a moment longer, having exhausted the last of his energy, sweat poured like rain, his face turned from red to white, his body trembling violently.

As he was about to be crushed under the True Light, from afar came a jade mist flying, dispersing near to reveal Han Suyi’s elegant form. Waving her delicate hand to collect the auspicious mist around, she called softly, "Junior Brother Zhang, spare him."