A tearing screech rang out, and dense crackles like beans frying kept pouring into his ears. No matter whether those treasures tried to hinder it or block it, in the end they had not the slightest effect; all were broken through like rotten wood before a crushing force...
The witch's expression finally changed drastically. How did the other party look like an early-stage cultivator? Even a late-stage old monster would be no more than this.
Could he be pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger?
As the thought flashed through her mind, the regret in this woman's heart could well be imagined. She had underestimated the enemy too much, leading to her falling into such a situation. But she was absolutely unwilling to sit and wait for death. Her hands waved, and the Demon Markings on her body blazed with spiritual light; afterward, a black dharma image appeared in view.
That dharma image was quite peculiar; it was actually a Human-Faced Spider, more than ten feet tall, looking savage to the extreme. With a slight flicker, it pounced onto this woman's body.
Then it transformed into something similar to Battle Armor.
However, it was also greatly different from ordinary Battle Armor. It was not a real object, merely a Void Shadow.
The Devil Race's cultivation arts were indeed bizarre, but so what? Silver light dazzled the eye, and that terrifying Sword Qi had already chopped over, its momentum illustrious, as if even if a mountain stood before it, it could split it in two.
Faced with crisis, this woman's expression instead calmed. Her jade hand reached out, tracing a strange trajectory through the void. Her vermilion lips parted slightly, spitting out mysterious and ancient incantations.
Afterward, demonic wind surged, and the spider's eight sharp claws all transformed into