Dual Cultivation: Beasts and Women!

In the middle of the black area, Thal\'Korr felt at home. Using his Shadow Regeneration and Shadow Projection skills, Liam\'s demon paralyzed the two opponents on the same level as himself, while recovering the mana he had already spent.

He moved his clawed hands against an enemy demon\'s body, tearing at the creature\'s orange skin, forcing it to express pain and scream like ghosts.

A colorful wound appeared on the orange creature\'s chest, oozing liquid mana as it retreated backward, tripping over the stones of the terrain.

With no intention of killing the slightly frightened creature, who was having a hard time moving its own muscles, Thal\'Korr attacked the other Spirit, a non-demonic creature of no value to his master.

He showed no mercy in his movements. Targeting the existence of this creature with the body of a lizard, Liam\'s Spirit made a new move, causing demons of darkness to enter the gray creature\'s body through various wounds. Ten seconds later, the creature reached its limit and exploded from the inside out, sending a black substance into the surroundings along with the exploded body parts of the Spirit.

Another Spirit Master faltered as he faced the group led by Electa, while Liam helped his allies in his own way.

\'Not only is Thal\'Korr\'s mana stronger, his overall quality has evolved. He\'s faster, his skills are more intense, and I dare say he can do much more than before, using the same skills in completely different ways, almost as if they weren\'t the same skills at all!\'

Liam surveyed the situation as he watched the battle for a few moments without moving. But when he saw a weakened enemy demon close to its limit, he moved to prevent one of his allies from killing the creature.

Using his weapon to draw the Spirit from one of his faction mates away, Liam seized the demonic Spirit about to be destroyed and brought it close to the orange demon Thal\'Korr had just wounded.

With the two weakened creatures in his grasp, he repeated what he had done before, sucking the diabolical essences of these existences.

Liam\'s hands were once again covered in darkness, while his two victims had nowhere to run, weakened, at the mercy of their terrible opponent\'s will.

As he absorbed the essences of the two Spirits, Liam lamented. \'Too bad I can\'t absorb any more... It seems the {Black Art} has a usage limit, probably because of my lack of experience in using it and my low level. In any case, the two remaining demonic Spirits won\'t last much longer.\'

Liam looked in the direction of the two remaining enemy demons besides the ones suffering at his hands. These two would soon explode as they were surrounded by an increasing number of enemies.

Meanwhile, Liam continued what he was doing, causing Hannibal to feel a sudden concern in his being.

One of the two Spirits under attack was Hannibal\'s dominant Spirit!

\'What is this power? What is it doing?\' the bald man thought as he battled with Electa.

The option of returning his Spirits to his soul space or even escaping Electa was out of the question. His sacrificial potion was supposed to increase his power by two stars within the third realm, but strangely enough, that hadn\'t happened. He was stronger than before, demonstrating mana and physical abilities beyond his level. But he didn\'t fight as well as he had expected.

He and his allies were beginning to show the toxic effects of the green mist in this area, stimulated by the special liquid Jane had given Electa.

Electa and her four allies who were fighting the enemies were fine, as far as possible unaffected by the poisonous pollen as they exchanged blows with their opponents.

Her hands aching from holding the black spear, Electa was at 30% of her total magical capacity at this point, sweating as her reflexes slowed.

Her companions, fighting directly against the enemy Spirit Masters, were even worse off, without the aid of a powerful Third Class enchanted weapon.

Even though the enemies were wounded from losing some of their Spirits, poisoned by the pollen in the area, these opponents were not weak. Through their sacrificial potions, they displayed the martial prowess of third realm cultivators. Meanwhile, Liam\'s group comprised only second realm cultivators.

Clang!

One of the Leopard\'s men\'s strongest members felt his dagger penetrate the enemy\'s armor, while the 1-Star Spirit Earth cultivator, bleeding from the mouth, struggled to counter him.

Even after drinking a potion to recover and improve his physical characteristics, the man who first lost his Spirit to {Black Art} was not well.

When he moved his sword against the man from Leopards, he wasn\'t fast enough, as he used the terrain to pin the enemy down and force him to stop.

With the strength of his muscles, the Leopard\'s man destroyed the earth hand that appeared on his right ankle before rolling backwards and narrowly dodging the attack aimed at his abdomen.

At that moment, the guy rolling backwards heard a brief cry and then looked to his left. He saw an 8-Star Spirit Lord ally piercing that enemy\'s neck at the level of the man\'s Adam\'s apple with the tip of a spear.

At that moment, two demon Spirits died at Liam\'s hands, and their two Spirit Masters suffered powerful attacks on their souls.

The 8-Star Spirit Lord was the first to seize the opportunity, piercing the neck of his weakened opponent, while Hannibal faltered against Electa.

Swooish!

"Shit!" Hannibal was stronger than his subordinates in not screaming in pain at Liam\'s blow. But even so, Electa\'s spear attack knocked him off balance amidst the intensifying glow in the woman\'s eyes.

Of Electa\'s special powers, super strength and analytical vision were among her major strengths. Besides these powers, she had the element of fire as her dominant power. The moment she saw her chance to use her powers to gain an advantage, she stopped using only her spear and combined all her powers at once.

She brought the sharp point of her black spear down hard on Hannibal, flames rising from the body of the blade as she saw the critical point of this falling opponent.

Hannibal tried to use his own special abilities—which many Spirit Masters avoid using as much as possible due to their high mana cost. Forming an "X" with his two forearms in front of his chest, the man\'s white skin turned black with a metallic sheen as he paled even more.

Poisoned, spiritually wounded, and having used up most of his mana from summoning three Spirits and the battle so far, he was left with only 20% of his original mana after activating his powers in a defensive form to protect himself from Electa.

When the flaming blade of Electa\'s black spear touched him, the weapon struck his arms, which were as hard as metal, momentarily unable to penetrate the enemy\'s defenses.

Electa frowned as she glared at the man, ignoring her surroundings, where plant branches covered some enemies, while others were mortally wounded by the allies\' combined attacks.

"Die, you insolent insect!" she yelled angrily as she pressed her two hands against the body of the spear, slowly slicing through Hannibal\'s arms.

But this black-haired woman would not seal Hannibal\'s fate. Holding his ground as long as he could, the sound of someone stopping behind him went unnoticed in his ears before something ripped through his body, from the center of his back to the center of his chest.

"Cough!" More blood dripped from Hannibal\'s mouth as he looked down in disbelief.

"That clears up your debts with me," said a terrible voice, mixed with the darkness of the night and the chill of the mountain winds.

Liam smiled as he held his sword over Hannibal\'s body, feeling his enemy\'s last breaths as he stood inches from the back of the man\'s head.