Dual Cultivation: Beasts and Women!

Electa left her position and let her two Spirits advance against the enemy Spirits, while she jumped at the enemy Spirit Masters with a black spear in her hands.

The moment the black-haired woman attacked his back, Hannibal broke into a cold sweat as he felt the power of a Third Class enchanted weapon.

"Shit! Get in position!" He said aloud to his companions, calling them to his side as he prepared himself, gripping the hilt of his sword with both hands.

Their Spirits were practically surrounded and a few meters away from them. If they didn't prepare to defend themselves against the approaching enemies, they would be in terrible trouble!

Of the seven people who had gathered at this place, two of them were severely injured and were already unable to join the battle. One had already lost consciousness, falling into a hole where wooden stakes had pierced his body in sensitive places, while the other would soon pass out.

The third of those attacked by Electa's traps wasn't doing too badly, though he had been pierced by three arrows, one in his right shoulder, one in his left arm, and one in his right leg above the knee. His two Spirits had lost some of their essence, but unlike his companions' Spirits, which would explode in a few seconds, his Spirits wouldn't suffer because he wasn't mortally wounded.

With three allies in good condition and one wounded, only one of whom was a third realm cultivator, Hannibal knew his group's situation was becoming dangerous!

This was especially true with the appearance of four more individuals, in addition to Electa, moving against them as Jane approached Liam.

The tall, powerful man with no hair on his head lost his earlier good humor when he saw the first strike of Electa's enchanted spear.

She sliced through the air, dancing with her two-meter long weapon, letting her mana merge with the weapon's mana as blades of wind and mana formed at the tip of the spear and slammed into their targets.

The sound of the blades cutting through the air sent shivers down the spines of the black-haired woman's enemies as they summoned their defensive items.

This wasn't just any group of Emerald Owls, but a group sent with resources to ensure Liam's downfall. When the two Spirit Earth cultivators in the group were attacked so fiercely, they used the special equipment they had with them.

They formed a defensive barrier around them, while quickly closing in on each other. At the same time, the weaker ones drank special potions.

Liam watched this while he finished putting on his armor, before moving in on the Spirits that were fighting near where he was standing.

'Spirits and Spirit Masters are connected. If you want to get rid of the Spirits, kill the Spirit Master. If you want to weaken the Spirit Master, destroy their Spirits.'

Liam remembered the passage from one of the books he had read over the past month as he ran without fear in his heart against the Spirit of one of his opponents.

The enemies' Spirits were ranked between 6-Star and 9-Star Spirit Lords. None of them had the power of a third realm Spirit, which was to be expected from a group of late second and early third realm Spirit Masters.

Using his Third Class sword against a target of lesser power than his own, which was proving to be a more troublesome foe for his allied Spirits, Liam sliced the snail-shaped creature in half, causing it to explode an instant later.

That Spirit's master, already wounded by the arrows, looked in that direction with hatred as he felt an inch in his chest, momentarily ignoring the group of five attacking him and his allies.

At that moment, a thick white mist formed in the area as two new Spirits joined the fight.

"Impostor!" Hannibal spotted Mary and said with hatred in his tone.

Mary ignored the enemy's call and moved to Jane's side, close to where Liam was.

He shouted to these two, who were the weakest and certainly couldn't risk getting too close to the enemy group or even the enemy Spirits, "Stay in this position and support the group of allied Spirits and our fellow Spirit Masters."

The two said they understood what needed to be done, while they ordered their Spirits to do exactly as he said.

Liam turned his attention to a demon-type Spirit, an 8-Star Spirit Lord, one of his enemy's summons, and couldn't help but smile mischievously. 'This is my chance.'

He moved his mana to the black tablet in his soul space, which was now connected to the incubus platform and Thal'Korr's, and followed in the footsteps of the book of the {Black Art}!

Moving his sword as if it were an extension of his arms, Liam attacked the brown-skinned, black-horned demon's weak points, weakening it but not killing it.

Seeing the other enemies busy with his allies, he put his sword aside as he moved his two open hands to the dying creature's shoulders.

Darkness formed around Liam's two hands, causing the creature to look back with a look of horror, emitting a fear so strong that even its Spirit Master trembled with fear.

But there was nothing either of them could do. With everyone too busy fighting, this 8-Star creature was at Liam's mercy as the {Black Art} took full effect.

Extremely thin black lines resembling liquid fabric connected Liam's hands to the creature's wrists, heels, and neck, its skin a deep brown.

Amidst the demon's agonizing scream, Liam felt an unprecedented surge of power invade his body, directly reaching Thal'Korr and the incubus platforms within his soul space.

Both of Liam's demons had their eyes turn dark red as a wave of energy flowed through them.

The {Black Art} was exceptionally pure and harmonized perfectly with demons, so neither experienced any incompatibility or rejection of the forces entering their bodies.

In mere seconds, while the Spirit before Liam withered, Thal'Korr's power increased by 20%!

The demon incubus saw a lesser improvement, but still managed a 5% enhancement as the creature in front of Liam exploded!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

This time, however, the Spirit's explosion wasn't a temporary end for such a creature. As the brown demon exploded, its Spirit Master fell to his knees on the ground, blood rushing down his throat and out of his mouth.

"Stedd?!" Hannibal saw the 1-Star Spirit Earth cultivator next to him fall, pale and apparently mortally wounded.

Stedd ignored the enemy destroying their defensive formation. He pointed in Liam's direction, his eyes shaking with horror.

"He... He... Killed my... Spirit!" he said with extreme difficulty, incredulous at what Liam had just done.

Hannibal couldn't look at Liam or move against his enemy. At that moment, Electa and the four members of Leopards broke through the formation that had created shields around them, shattering the barrier like fragile glass.

The barriers in the path of Liam's five allies exploded, scattering fragments around the area as Electa advanced, licking her lips. In her eyes was Hannibal, a powerful 2-Star Spirit Earth cultivator whom she wanted to defeat in this fight!

Fanatical about combat and the possibility of becoming stronger through struggle, but also with a Third Class enchanted weapon in her hand, the black-haired woman advanced against the leader of the enemy group.

Hannibal had no more defensive items with him and could only use his berserker potion, knowing even with a higher cultivation, his situation would not be good against an enemy armed with a Third Class enchanted spear.

"Tsk! I may die here, but not without killing half of you first!" He said aloud as he advanced, encouraging his allies who were still standing.

They shouted at the same time, using their potions to sacrifice their vitality and temporarily increase their strength.