Chapter 65: The Demonic Spirits of the North and their Stench of Evil

Wei Dongliu effortlessly traced the Daoist Formula, while the Myriad Demons Evil Spirit Sword slashed left and right, repelling the Heavenly Demons that appeared around him.

"Trash, nothing but trash!"

With his many years of extensive experience in Magical Competition, he nearly saw through the true nature of the "Northern Yin Six Cave Divine Demons" at a glance.

The advantage was that the Demon Head was formless and incorporeal, capable of switching between tangible and intangible, offensively and defensively.

The flaw... lay with the caster himself.

This thing was actually quite similar to the Seventy-two Shapeless Demons, more suited to diversion and sneak attacks. When it came to frontal assaults, its force was just too weak—once an enemy's sword came slashing down, the Demon Head had to instantly shift from solid to vapor to dodge, leaving the Cultivator exposed on the field without any Demonic protection. At that moment, who else would the opponent behead if not you?