BOOM!

The ground exploded; Wang Ling made his move. His sword was swung against the enemy and they responded by firing off tendrils at him.

Twisting his body, he dodged and grabbed one of the tendrils and then proceeded to pull the Demon to him. One of the demons flew off, it couldn't fight Wang Ling's strength and as it appeared right in front of him, Wang Ling split its body in two.

The skull cracked, and as its body began to disappear Wang Ling used it as a foothold to get nearer the winged-demon. More tendrils came his way, but the Holy Qi reacted and enhanced the wing produced by his movement.

The tendrils were blown away, and Wang Ling now face to face with the enemy gathered his strength.

BAM!

He struck it with his fist, the winged beast staggered and the force sent it flying — or so it would but Wang Ling grabbed its talons pulled it to him, and cut off its wings!

KHIIE! It screeched and used its talons to slash Wang Ling's body. Black smoke came out of the gash, the rotting came to affect him once again. The effect resulted in the amplification of the pain he was already under.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" a roar came from Wang Ling and used all that he had and tossed the winged-beast on the ground!

Ten tendrils shot out, five deflected, two missed and the rest pierced him. Wang Ling made sure the tendrils would not touch his vitals because the moment that it does, he would be done for.

His body was already too weak for it to sustain any major injury, in fact, sustaining this much injury could prove fatal to him!

"I will not last long if this goes on."

Yet, despite all this, Wang Ling continued.

He had yet to land, and as he descended from above, Wang Ling decided to do something truly outrageous. When he saw the Abyssal Demon Beast, he threw his sword to pin it on the ground, "I am going to end this now."

Channeling what little Holy Qi he had in his body! He grits his teeth bearing the pain, the halo behind him glowed brightly the people from afar then saw the flames of their village get drawn to his body!

With slacked mouths, they saw a tower of flame burn brightly.

Wang Ling gathered the flames to palms, the flames all over the village came to him in flocks none could touch him, and those who approached all burned. This body of his may just be fragile, but the elements of the world were under his control.

Blood escaped from Wang Ling's nose and eyes, his ears were the same and before long he coughed up a liter of blood, but a maniacal remained.

Underneath him, the pinned beast could not escape, but it also did not die! It resiliently clung to life and oddly enough, Wang Ling felt that its energy was ever-growing stronger.

'Is getting damage making it stronger?' Wang Ling panicked; this was not good, 'I need something more drastic… I hope this works.' Instead of creating flames, Wang Ling began rerouting the flame's path!

The flames burnt brightly and then the towering flame surrounding him slowly weakened. The flames became more bearable.

The Abyssal Demons that had no minds only desire to kill rushed Wang Ling. They were attracted to him, to his existence that was brimming with the scent of life. The Scent of the elements coming off his body was too much for them to bear.

They all roared as they jumped him with dozens of tendrils sprouting from their bodies, Wang Ling did not care.

He kicked the air, a burst of wind sent him flying directly to the ground the Abyssal Demons broke through the weakening tower of flames and soon the winged-demon broke free of its binds.

It roared and countered Wang Ling's coming assault with its sharp talons. Wang Ling saw this but then, in the blink of an eye, the fire surrounding him disappeared and in between his hand was a ball of fire.

His clothes burned off and then his right hand carrying the sphere of fire was scorched, his body was slowly being cooked but he hanged on. Pushing on, the talons and the Spiraling Flame Sphere met.

BOOM!

Like a water balloon meeting a needle, the ball of flame on Wang Ling's hand popped and engulfed the surrounding including himself. The Abyssal Demons were all scorched and inside that hellscape, Wang Ling picked up the melting sword.

The winged demon was escaping and as it did Wang Ling summoned not his qi but what remained of his current sword intent, and at that moment, when he poured everything that he had in that melting blade, everything turned dark.

Yet despite that fact, Wang Ling's body did not stop, engraved in his very soul was the movement of a sword path. In his sleep, his sword could still move and even in this state, when the sword was imbued with his remaining sword intent, Wang Ling did not plan on wasting a single drop of energy!

From the very depths of his existence, the appearance of an unnamed sword skill emerged — a technique that needed no name — Cleave!

Like the earth was cleaved, when the light of the flames disappeared, and only the light of the moon provided guidance, the disappearing body of the winged demon could be seen and with its cleaved body was a fissure several meters deep.

Wang Ling lost his consciousness, his body lay weak on the ground but then within his mind a figure made of pure white light could be seen.

Its figure resembled an animal, a fox with nine tails to be accurate, and as Wang Ling wavering mind saw this, he whispered, "Xue —"

Wang Ling finally could no longer function. He now could not even be called to his mindscape, but within that white mindscape was the figure of the white fox smiling —

"Hehehe, Father is truly funny." it disappeared soon after calling Wang Ling its father.