I cultivate the Chaos Technique

Chapter 194 Fierce Battle Against the Crimson Flame Demon Bull

The Crimson Flame Demon Bull stood amidst the thick fog of the desolate land, radiating a chilling aura. It spewed billowing hot air from its nostrils, accompanied by a deafening roar that crashed against the surrounding fog like surging waves, causing it to churn violently. With a powerful stomp of its hind legs, the earth trembled, and it charged towards Zhang Yifan and his companions like a runaway, blazing chariot. Deep hoofprints were etched into the ground wherever it went, as if branding the earth with terror. Its thick horns gleamed with a dark red light, like two incredibly sharp blades, carrying a scorching heat that distorted and warped the surrounding air, sending chills down everyone's spine.

"Scatter!" Zhang Yifan shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice ringing out loudly in the tense atmosphere. At the same time, he unleashed the Thunderous Sky-Splitting Sword, his spiritual energy surging like a mighty river, continuously converging on the sword. Bolts of lightning shot from the sword's tip, weaving through the mist like silver snakes, crackling and popping as they struck the Crimson Flame Demon Bull. The lightning struck the bull, instantly erupting in dazzling light; however, this powerful attack only slightly slowed its movements. The bull merely paused before charging forward again, as if the attack were nothing more than a trivial itch.

Seeing this, Lin Qingzhu flashed forward, like a blue phantom, swiftly circling behind the Crimson Flame Demon Bull. The Frost Sword in her hand flashed with a cold light, a thin layer of frost surrounding its blade, as if even the air itself had frozen. She unleashed exquisite swordsmanship, her swordplay flowing like clouds and water, each strike carrying a sharp momentum, attempting to attack the demon bull's weaknesses. However, the demon bull's tail, like a thick steel whip, swept through the air, creating a whistling sound, and lashed out at Lin Qingzhu. Startled, Lin Qingzhu's beautiful eyes widened, and she quickly dodged to the side. The demon bull's tail grazed her clothes, creating a gust of wind that made her hair flutter in the wind.

The other disciples also unleashed their unique skills, not to be outdone. Some disciples rapidly formed hand seals and chanted incantations, casting fireball spells. Fireballs shot out from their hands like meteors, carrying intense heat, and crashed into the demonic bull. The fireballs struck the bull's body with loud "bangs," scattering sparks. Other disciples used wind magic, their hands moving rapidly, creating a powerful gust of wind that attempted to disrupt the bull's movements. In an instant, various magical lights flickered in the mist, intertwining with the flames emanating from the bull, illuminating the previously dim area as if it were daytime.

Enraged by the attacks, the Crimson Flame Bull blazed with fury, its flames intensifying and distorting the surrounding air as if boiling. It roared again, its voice filled with rage and ferocity, charging towards a disciple. The disciple's face turned deathly pale, his lips trembling. He tried to dodge, but his movements were slowed by tension. His legs seemed nailed to the ground, unable to move an inch. Seeing this, Zhang Yifan was frantic, his heart gripped by an invisible hand. Ignoring the danger, he instantly used his movement technique to shield the disciple, channeling his spiritual energy to form a protective shield. The shield emitted a faint, multicolored light, like a solid barrier.

"Boom!" The Crimson Flame Demon Bull slammed heavily against the shield. The powerful impact was like a raging torrent, causing Zhang Yifan's arm to tremble slightly and a trickle of blood to escape from the corner of his mouth. He felt an immense force bearing down on him, almost crushing his body. But he gritted his teeth, his facial muscles tensing with effort, and stubbornly withstood the blow. He knew he couldn't fall; if he did, the disciples behind him would be in danger.

"Don't panic, everyone! Keep attacking! Find its weakness!" Zhang Yifan shouted, his voice filled with determination and encouragement. He knew that in this dangerous wilderness, panic would only lead to death. His gaze swept firmly over his teammates, trying to instill strength and confidence in them.

Just then, a disciple skilled in perception suddenly shouted, "I've discovered it! Its neck defenses are relatively weak!" His voice trembled slightly with excitement, and his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

Zhang Yifan's heart stirred, as if he had seen a glimmer of light in the darkness. He immediately transmitted his voice to his teammates: "Listen to my command, concentrate your power to attack its neck!" The team understood and focused their spiritual energy on the attack. Their eyes were filled with determination and resolve, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the Crimson Flame Demon Bull.

Zhang Yifan unleashed the strongest strike of the Chaos Technique, his spiritual energy surging wildly and condensing into a massive fist imprint. The fist imprint glowed with multicolored light, containing immense power that seemed capable of destroying everything. With a roar, he hurled the fist imprint towards the neck of the Crimson Flame Demon Bull. Lin Qingzhu also unleashed the ultimate move of the Frostbite Sword, her eyes flashing with unwavering determination. She raised the Frostbite Sword high, and a streak of icy blue sword energy, like a rainbow piercing the sun, shot towards the demon bull with chilling force. The other disciples followed suit with their spells, and in an instant, countless beams of light converged towards the neck of the Crimson Flame Demon Bull.

The Crimson Flame Bull seemed to sense the danger. It twisted its body frantically, its massive form tumbling and rolling in the mist, trying to evade the attacks. Its hooves dug deep furrows in the ground, raising clouds of dust. But it was too late; powerful attacks struck its neck. The bull let out a painful howl, its voice filled with despair and resentment. Its body swayed a few times, its legs gradually weakening, before it finally collapsed to the ground with a thud, kicking up a huge cloud of dust. The dust lingered in the air for a long time.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their tense emotions finally easing. Exhausted smiles appeared on their faces, sweat and blood mingling and streaming down their cheeks. However, before they could even rest, they noticed more eerie figures emerging from the surrounding mist. These figures were indistinct, appearing and disappearing in the fog, their features unclear, yet they exuded a sinister aura that sent chills down their spines.

"Not good, it seems we're in trouble again," Zhang Yifan said gravely. He gripped his sword tightly, the blade trembling slightly, as if responding to its master's vigilance. His eyes revealed determination and worry as he prepared for battle once more. But what exactly are these strange figures? Are they related to the mysterious cave? Can they find clues to the Chaos Demon Jade amidst these perils? Everything remains unknown, waiting for them to uncover the mystery.