Outnumbered, and with the five demons even having baleful pills to swallow, who would have thought it would still end in a defeat that collapsed like a mountain avalanche?
A few traces of admiration could not help appearing on Lin Xuan's face. In terms of the strength of a mid-stage Lihe cultivator, Tian Xiaojian was truly absurdly powerful.
But was he really at the mid-stage Lihe?
Lin Xuan did not know. Tian Xiaojian had always been a fellow who defied expectations. Facing him, although Lin Xuan was not afraid, he did not dare lightly draw any conclusions either.
Before the thought in his mind had even finished turning, screams were already reaching his ears one after another. Those Ancient Demons had already had their heads taken, leaving only one survivor—the one who had just been sent flying.
All his companions had fallen. The expression on that Two-Headed Four-Armed Ancient Demon's face could be called wonderfully varied indeed; faintly, there was also some fear, but it was soon replaced by grim resolve.
His eyes were filled with savagery. One could even say that, faintly, he had already gone somewhat mad.
Roar!
He raised his head, and his furious howl shot straight into the ninth heaven.
Then demonic light flashed. Black lightning surfaced over his body, while the surrounding demonic qi began to surge madly toward this place, and was sucked into his body in great mouthfuls...
At a glance, he was about to use some extraordinary move, yet Tian Xiaojian turned a blind eye to it. A few traces of mockery even appeared at the corner of his mouth. He struck out a spell seal, spatial ripples abruptly rose, and a huge black-red hand appeared in the air.
Then it scooped forward in one motion.
That huge hand was incomparably thick