My Informative Cultivation Life-Chapter 627 - 318: Battle with Mo Wudao Again_2

He was immobilized on the spot, as Mo Wudao gradually breached his defenses, moving his palm slowly towards his forehead.

"Ten Directions Strangle," Yang Ji bellowed in a low growl, his eyelids flickered, revealing a sharp light in his eyes, a cold smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, as endless Sword Qi surged out from within his body, forming an endless killing field.

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"What?" Mo Wudao exclaimed in shock, only to feel boundless killing intent enveloping him, as if he was trapped in a vortex, unable to extricate himself.

Mo Wudao cried out in frenzied fury, "Impossible, how could you have recovered? Could your divine soul actually be stronger than mine?"

"You've guessed correctly, I should be stronger than you." Stronger in strength of Primordial Spirit? Yang Ji sneered, activating the "Ten Directions Strangle," and Mo Wudao was sent flying, caught in the midst of the boundless Sword Qi, like a cocoon.

Mo Wudao's face twisted, his divine soul's aura exploded, and he roared, "Great Destruction!" Black light shot out from his body, broke through the killing field, and the boundless power seemed to threaten the Sky Firmament, shaking off the killing field that bound Yang Ji.

Mo Wudao's gaze was sinister as he stared at Yang Ji, taking a sudden step forward, his burly Demonic Qi bursting out from within him, making his robe flutter loudly, emitting an extremely oppressive and murderous atmosphere that spread around him.

"You haven't disappointed me, indeed worthy of being someone who can hold his own against me," Mo Wudao's frenzied fury quickly faded, replaced by a cold and ruthless demeanor, like a ferocious wolf about to pounce on its prey.

And regarding Mo Wudao's transformation, Yang Ji's eyes narrowed slightly too.

Bang!

In the next moment, Mo Wudao, fast as lightning, flashed, and with an oppressive aura appeared in front of Yang Ji, his right fist tightly clenched, and then threw a straightforward punch towards Yang Ji's chest.

Mo Wudao's punch, simple and unadorned, but wrapped in sharp and pure Demonic Qi, possessed more destructive power than a sharp blade.

Whoosh!

The punch's wind tore through the air, producing a low humming sound.

Feeling Mo Wudao's exceptionally fierce punch, Yang Ji's heart also chilled slightly—the Demon Lord who had slaughtered ten Dao Calamities was indeed powerful, just the force and fierceness of this Demonic Qi were much stronger than that of a regular top-tier Demon Lord.

Also at the True Immortal Peak, Yang Ji, whether in terms of Dao principles or strength of Primordial Spirit, was in no way inferior to Mo Wudao. He raised his fist to meet the attack, opting to go head-on against Mo Wudao, the wind from his punch howling, as streams of spiritual force rapidly surged from within his sea of consciousness, forming an invisible spiritual barrier in front of him.

Bang!

Facing the rapidly approaching Yang Ji, Mo Wudao's eyes flashed with a hint of disdain as a Demon Shadow suddenly appeared behind him; with a punch, he hammered heavily onto the spiritual barrier like hitting a mountain, transferring power that erupted like a volcanic explosion.

Crack!

Facing Mo Wudao's fierce onslaught, the spiritual barrier didn't last long before shattering, followed by a direct collision of flesh, as both men's fists met.

Boom!

A thunderous roar ensued, and Yang Ji was directly blown three hundred meters away.

Mo Wudao's gaze narrowed sharply as he roared inwardly, "Impossible, how could he be unscathed? Even with the Phantom of the Demon Ancestor augmenting my body, I couldn't shatter him with one punch. Could he... possibly be stronger than me? This is impossible."

"Phantom of the Demon Ancestor? Such tremendous power!" Yang Ji's eyes darkened, his body went numb, and it took three breaths of time to dissipate the massive force raging within his body.

Looking at Mo Wudao, augmented by the Phantom of the Demon Ancestor, Yang Ji's gaze became more focused. "The Phantom of the Demon Ancestor directly multiplied his strength manifold, as if he had been blessed by the power of more than a hundred Demon Lords. Purely in terms of strength, I'm slightly inferior by a few notches, truly formidable."

However, he didn't step back, standing like a tower that holds up the sky, radiating an unbreakable aura, the Immortal Qi within him surged once again, forming an even more solid defense, his Divine Sense reaching out, forming spiritual barriers, ready to respond to Mo Wudao's assaults at any moment.

"Roar!" Mo Wudao roared furiously, and the Phantom of the Demon Ancestor behind him grew slightly larger and more solidified, with its majestic face becoming vaguely visible.

Mo Wudao was shrouded in a black aura, like a Demon God emerging from the Demon Realm, attacking Yang Ji with an even more domineering stance, "Let's see how many punches you can take!"

Yang Ji quickly retreated, his layers of spiritual barriers immediately swallowed by Mo Wudao's released aura, who forcefully killed his way to Yang Ji's front with a brutal posture.

Feeling the pressure, Yang Ji began to dodge, preparing to deploy the "Three Immortals Formation" to finish off Mo Wudao.

But the thought of possibly being watched by the Demon Ancestor made him hesitate.

"How long do you think you can hide? You can't possibly be waiting for my Divine Skills to run out, can you? That's simply a foolish idea, my power never fades," Mo Wudao sneered, his attacks growing even more fierce.

Yang Ji, feeling the pressure, burst out with the Three Pure Ones Transformation and the Three Immortals Formation.

This move barely held against Mo Wudao.

"Three Pure Ones Transformation? Let's see how long you can hold out!" Mo Wudao, surprised by the surge in Yang Ji's power, let out a grim laugh. Then, from his fists, burst forth an imposing, vague force, turning into a sky full of fist shadows that enshrouded Yang Ji entirely.

"Demon Ancestor Fist!"

As the fist shadows closed in, Yang Ji looked around and felt as if the air itself was permeated with the malice within the shadows.

Among the many fist shadows, he felt a chill that made his heart tremble, like a venomous snake hidden in the grass, waiting to strike a deadly blow.

Yang Ji took a deep breath, his eyes fixed intently on the approaching fist shadows. He knew that among them lay Mo Wudao's true lethal move.

The speed at which the fist shadows closed in was extremely fast, almost in the blink of an eye. The numerous fierce fist shadows were about to land on Yang Ji.

"Hmph."

Just as Yang Ji was about to be hit by the fist shadows, his eyes suddenly snapped open. Ignoring the incoming barrage, he thrust his Flying Sword diagonally, tearing through the multitude of shadows and pointed it fiercely at a fist hidden behind the shadows that was filled with deadly intent.

Bang!

The moment Yang Ji's sharp sword light touched the fist, the surrounding fist shadows instantly dissipated, and a powerful gust of Demonic Qi burst forth like a wild wind.

"Hmm?"

That Yang Ji had pinpointed his killing move seemed to have taken Mo Wudao by surprise, but he immediately snorted coldly. His fists, as hard as an Immortal Artifact, began to twist like waves. A strong but sinister force followed his bone movements, emerging from his fist to slam fiercely against the tip of Yang Ji's sword. It appeared Mo Wudao was attempting to shatter his Flying Sword.

Though ruthless at heart, Yang Ji was no less cunning. Relying on the Strength of his Primordial Spirit, he could clearly sense the direction of Mo Wudao's force. In a moment, as his Flying Sword bent, he maneuvered and gathered force, embodying the principle of Yin Yang from Taichi, where softness overcomes hardness.

When Mo Wudao's demonic arm straightened and the force was fully released, Yang Ji's expression turned cold. He snapped his Longsword forward, using both the bending of the sword and the force he had secretly accumulated to strike with great speed and precision, like a serpent snatching its prey, suddenly piercing Mo Wudao's demonic fist, and a drop of crimson appeared in an instant.

Frustrated by being injured while in a position of dominance, Mo Wudao, furious and ashamed, transformed his fist into a claw, vanishing from the spot like a ghostly figure.

"Hmm?" Yang Ji was on alert. At that moment, he felt as if he were being targeted by a primal beast, his hair standing on end. He hastily retreated.

Whiz!

A sharp black Qi, like an incredibly sharp blade, swept across the back of Yang Ji's hand, barely missing an injury.

"Hmm?" Seeing Yang Ji avoid his frontal assault, Mo Wudao's expression darkened and he changed his technique. The "Demon Curse Fist" thundered forward,

The Demon Curse Fist, with its fierce and eerie energy, saw symbols leap as if sentient, striking fiercely towards Yang Ji's chest. A gray fog spread, the curse of the Demon Curse Fist aiming to pierce through Yang Ji's torso.

At the same time, Mo Wudao's form flickered, his right leg lifting violently in an attempt to strike Yang Ji's head.

His attacks were sharp, decisive, and extremely vicious.

Yang Ji scoffed, releasing the Death Seal with a thunderous force, not only neutralizing the power of the Demon Curse Fist but also pressing forward.

"What? The Death Seal? The one who competed against me for the legacy in the Immortal Realm Relic was you? The Daoist of Life and Death chose you in the end!" Mo Wudao exclaimed in shock and anger.

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