The Wind Spirit Rat leaped up suddenly, skillfully avoiding the Hydra's attack.
Immediately, it somersaulted nimbly in the air, landing behind the Hydra, its sharp claws piercing fiercely into the snake's skin.
Although the Hydra's scales had amazing defensive power, the Wind Spirit Rat's claws were as sharp as wind blades, directly piercing the scales and digging in deeply.
In its extreme pain, the Hydra's entire body suddenly coiled up, trying to tightly strangle the Wind Spirit Rat.
However, the power of the Wind Spirit Rat's ancient divine dragon bloodline erupted at this moment. The bones throughout its body were as hard as magical treasures, and a row of sharp spikes, more than two meters long, emerged from its back, incomparably sharp.
These spikes were precisely its refined natal magical treasure—the Wind Cloud Spikes.
As the Hydra tightened its grip, it also suffered a fierce attack from the Wind Cloud Spikes, immediately suffering a great loss.
Taking advantage of the situation, the Wind Spirit Rat shrank its body and broke free from the Hydra's restraints, nimbly jumping onto a snake head, waving its claws and severing the arrogant and conceited snake head, coldly saying, "Hydra, there are still eight heads left, let's see how you cope."
Having said that, it transformed into a gust of wind and disappeared from the spot, heading to deliver the message.
Its speed was extremely fast; a distance of ten thousand miles was only an hour away for it.
The Wind Spirit Rat knew that this conspiracy was no small matter, with experts as numerous as clouds, but it did not directly seek out Xiao Mowen.
It knew that Xiao Mowen's strength was powerful enough to cope with a temporary crisis. It decided to first find reinforcements to turn the tide.
After losing a head, the Hydra roared in pain, its huge body chasing closely behind. Although its size was enormous, its speed was not slow at all, constantly launching attacks, trying to entangle the Wind Spirit Rat again.
However, relying on its extraordinary wisdom and speed, the Wind Spirit Rat always maintained the lead, preventing the Hydra from succeeding.
The Wind Spirit Rat transformed into the size of a palm, truly lifelike! This small rat was incredibly fast, like a ghost shuttling through the scene, and was about to escape from the Hydra's predicament.
However, at this moment, a huge palm suddenly descended from the sky, its scales hideous and terrifying, carrying a suffocating pressure.
The Wind Spirit Rat instantly felt like it was trapped in a quagmire, and its speed was greatly reduced.
"Hydra, you are truly useless, you can't even handle this little thing."
The voice was cold and sharp.
The Hydra immediately prostrated respectfully on the ground. It was the weakest of the six great demon beasts, and the true Myriad Demon King had already reached his peak, his strength comparable to a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator of the human race. His pressure was like a mountain, making the Wind Spirit Rat unable to move.
The Wind Spirit Rat was anxious but helpless, secretly sighing, "Could it be that I am going to die here today? How sad and lamentable."
Just then, a gust of wind swept in, and all the pressure instantly dissipated. The big hand was cut off by a long saber.
The opponent was also formed of magic power, and the long saber transformed into a wind blade, incomparably fierce.
An old man suddenly appeared in front of the Wind Spirit Rat and said, "You go look after your master, leave this to me."
He was Ding Wuyan, the second most powerful cultivator of the Wind Cloud Sect.
Ding Wuyan looked at the old Demon King, coldly as winter, and said, "I didn't expect you to have recovered. It's just as well, let me learn about your strength."
"You chose this time, it's not bad, knowing that my junior sister is in seclusion and unable to take action. But don't forget, with me here, any conspiracy is futile."
As he spoke, his body gradually became younger, his white hair turned black, and his wrinkles disappeared, turning into a handsome young man.
He held a battle saber in his hand, black energy swirling around it, wind blades spinning, and a murderous aura permeated the air, causing the temperature of the entire Myriad Demon Land to plummet.
The true form of the Myriad Demon King appeared at this moment. He was tall and wore a black robe, his eyes like torches, staring at Ding Wuyan, his voice filled with shock: "I didn't expect your strength to have become so much stronger. You activated the berserk mode from the beginning, are you planning to fight to the death?"
Ding Wuyan responded with a sneer: "How could I take you, a demon king, lightly? Do you know why I am called the Battle Maniac? Because without madness, one cannot become a demon, and without becoming a demon, how can one kill demons?"
He laughed loudly, his eyes flashing with blood-red light, and suddenly burst out with a powerful aura.
This was Ding Wuyan's greatest power—the Berserk Demon Battle Technique.
He obtained this battle technique in an ancient ruin, and since then, he had devoted himself to cultivating it. Relying on the Berserk Demon Battle Technique, he had turned danger into safety time and time again, but after each berserk transformation, he would suffer great pain, suffering serious injuries that required several years to heal.
However, the benefits obtained were also unspeakable. It was precisely by relying on this battle technique that he was able to reach where he was today step by step.
At the same time, the Berserk Demon Battle Technique also had a side effect, which was that after each berserk transformation, he would become exceptionally young, but afterwards, he would age rapidly. This was also why his junior sister, Xiao Mowen, remained eternally young, while he was as old as an old man.
Now, facing the Myriad Demon King, Ding Wuyan directly activated the Demon Sealing Battle Technique, which was also a last resort.
Because he knew the strength of the Myriad Demon King very well. Back then, it took the nine cultivators of several major sects to seal him and inflict heavy injuries.
He didn't expect that now that the seal was broken, the Myriad Demon King's strength was even more tyrannical. To deal with such a person, if he still held back his strength, it would be tantamount to courting death.
Facing the charging Myriad Demon King, Ding Wuyan also showed amazing strength.
He was as fast as lightning and as demonic as a devil, making the Myriad Demon King feel very troubled.
The original target of the Myriad Demon King was not Ding Wuyan, but Xiao Mowen's eldest disciple, Su Qiushui, but now Ding Wuyan's appearance had disrupted his plan.
The Myriad Demon King was extremely angry in his heart. He had always longed to take back the right to use Myriad Demon Mountain and no longer allow any cultivators to come to Myriad Demon Valley for trials. Now, he had just escaped from his confinement not long ago, and his strength had not yet recovered to its peak state, but he had already decided to fight and take back what belonged to him.
The Myriad Demon King opened his mouth and spewed out countless sound waves that turned into sound waves, surging towards Ding Wuyan like a landslide.
However, Ding Wuyan seemed to turn a blind eye to the sound wave attack. He held a battle saber in his hand and strode forward, directly slashing out a saber.
This saber condensed his lifelong refined saber technique, fused with the spells of wind and cloud disasters, and was incomparably powerful.
He poured all his strength into this one saber, advancing bravely without turning back. This was precisely the essence of the Berserk Demon Battle Technique—leaving no retreat, going all out.
The Myriad Demon King was a huge six-eyed bat, cultivating to the realm of a demon king, containing the bloodline of an ancient demon, and was incredibly powerful.
It was said that his bloodline contained the bloodline of an ancient demon, and although it was only a trace, it made him exceptionally strong.
The sound wave attack he emitted was indestructible and unbreakable, but under Ding Wuyan's full-force saber, it also appeared pale and powerless.
Seeing this, the Myriad Demon King did not dare to be negligent and immediately dodged the saber.
However, the huge long saber still left a gully stretching for thousands of miles on the ground, the cracks hundreds of feet wide and bottomless.
Under this one saber, countless demon beasts died tragically. They were almost instantly killed, directly shattered by the saber light, and their flesh and blood splattered.
The Myriad Demon King roared repeatedly, his good sons were killed by one saber like this, making his heart ache. At the same time, he also saw the Hydra's miserable state.
The Hydra was originally prepared to launch a sneak attack on Ding Wuyan, but he didn't expect Ding Wuyan to directly unleash a big move. He failed to dodge in time and was directly vaporized by the saber energy.
