Chapter 1117: Clash of Flesh And Blood (1/2)

“Demonic Mirage Pearl!” As Ophelia exclaimed, a round pearl suddenly appeared in her palm.

The mysterious pearl seemed to record the Demon race’s entire history of bloodline development.

SHEW! SHEW! SHEW!

Ophelia’s Demonic Illusion Realm, which was shattered by the huge net unleashed by the Star Behemoth bone, rapidly morphed into streaks of dark purple aura that vanished into the Demonic Mirage Pearl.

Not just that, but the wisps of flesh aura that Nie Tian had reduced all kinds of demonic insects and low-tier Demons to also quickly fused into the Demonic Mirage Pearl.

Like a large, satanic eye, the Demonic Mirage Pearl fixed on Nie Tian.

A peculiar, soul-twisting power secretly infiltrated his mind, stirring up huge waves in his sea of awareness.

“Soul invasion?” Nie Tian grinned, and calmly summoned the Spirit Pearl.

In the next moment, a clamor burst through the human, Demon, and Phantasm experts that were gathered outside the dead realm.

“Is that a Demonic Mirage Pearl?!”

“That’s a Spirit Pearl!”

Apparently, many of them recognized both the Demonic Mirage Pearl and the Spirit Pearl.

Grand Monarch Dark Nether, who was at the early tenth grade, had been overseeing things from within the Demon’s floating stronghold.

At this moment, he couldn’t help but burst into the starry river, the cyan prismatic crystal between his eyebrows blossoming with soul-suffocating light.

Ji Yuanquan, Chu Rui, and Ye Wenhan from the Heaven Span Pavilion, along with other God and Saint domain human experts, fixed their eyes on the incoming Grand Monarch Dark Nether simultaneously.

“Dark Nether! You’re not going to break the rules, are you?!” Chu Rui exclaimed in a deep voice.

Even though Grand Monarch Dark Nether was still a significant distance from the dead realm, the cyan crystal in his brow seemed to have seen every detail of the Spirit Pearl.

Face very grim, he exclaimed back, “That Spirit Pearl is a precious treasure of my people!”

Froste, who had come for this special event from the Phantasm realms, also exclaimed, “It’s the Spirit Pearl again!”

He had schemed against Hou Chulan with the Fiends’ help in the Domain of Heaven’s Origin. However, Nie Tian had ruined his plan. He hated Nie Tian to the bone.

Therefore, upon hearing about the duel between Nie Tian and Ophelia, he had traveled all the way from the Phantasm realms to this place just to witness Nie Tian’s death.

However, the sight of the Spirit Pearl filled him with fury.

“So? Isn’t the Heavenly Stellar Stream an Immortal grade tool of my sect?!” Chu Rui, who was a bit chubby, asked rhetorically.

“Calm down. Calm down...” Glancing through the God domain human experts, Grand Monarch Dark Nether reminded himself that this was a duel between the Ancient Fragmentary Star Palace and the Demons, not the Phantasms.

If he wanted to take the Spirit Pearl back, he could do it at any other time, but just not now, not here.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Hatred, fear, despair, rage, and bloodlust, five evil spirits suddenly flew out of the Spirit Pearl. Like five terrifying illusory shadows, they bore their fangs and brandished their claws as they madly unleashed negative emotions.

In a flash, the heavy pressure the Demonic Mirage Pearl had put on his mind was lifted.

Now, it was Nie Tian’s turn to fix Ophelia with a stare, with the five evil spirits’ negative powers swirling and mixing in his eyes.

The moment Ophelia’s eyes met his, she was engulfed in hatred, fear, rage, bloodlust, and despair.

“Die! Die!! Die!!!” Ophelia said through gritted teeth.

Her battle armor that was engraved with countless exquisite patterns lit up as she shifted to Nie Tian’s side in the blink of an eye.

“Indestructible Form!” As Ophelia exclaimed, power erupted within her lean, agile body.

She put the Demonic Mirage Pearl aside, along with her various profound bloodline magics, and dashed over to fight Nie Tian at close quarters by relying on nothing but her fleshly strength.

Flying dust quickly filled their battleground. Numerous large rocks were crushed into powder. Mountains toppled, giving rise to loud rumbles.