This time, it was the water pillars' turn to fail. Yet those Ink Flood Dragons were condensed from demonic qi, not living creatures, so they naturally understood even less what fear was.
Though the curtain of sky ahead had already been blocked by terrifying Corpse Fire, and the heavens looked ashen-white, so what? The Ink Flood Dragons were like moths flying into the flame, charging up one after another without pause.
There were losses, of course, but after paying a considerable price, nearly half of the Ink Flood Dragons broke through the barrier of Corpse Fire. The cawing grew more and more piercing as the Ink Flood Dragons and the Three-Eyed Corpse Crows began close-quarters combat, claws tearing and teeth biting, fighting with wild abandon.
In terms of individual combat strength, the Ink Flood Dragons naturally held the upper hand by a wide margin. However, the Three-Eyed Corpse Crows were more numerous by several times over. Usually, seven or eight Corpse Crows surrounded a single Ink Flood Dragon, and like this, it was hard to say who would win or lose for the moment.
This string of spell exchanges sounded rather complicated when described, but how swift were the two's movements? The actual time spent was only an instant.
The Ink Flood Dragons were blocked, but Lin Xuan's crisis had not been resolved. That enormous Black Water Asura Blade surfaced once more, the nearby demonic qi swarming into it as it tried to chop at Lin Xuan's head again.
Lin Xuan's brow furrowed.
This time, he did not dodge. Instead, he raised both hands and traced strange trajectories through the void. One spell seal after another surfaced, and following his movements, the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword flashed. The immortal swords scattered all around returned to his side like a great