The three cultivators of Ethereal Immortal Palace were all extraordinary when they struck. Their joint assault came on like a sudden storm. Lin Xuan asked himself honestly that if he were in their place, even with his own divine abilities, he would not dare take it lightly. Yet the Heavenly Demon's reputation was immense—how could he be easy to...
Seeing that the attacks were still several zhang away from him, a low laugh reached their ears. Su Yunfeng suddenly lifted his head. But at this moment, how could he still be that mortal warrior?
His eyes had turned bloodred, and his entire face was shrouded in dense black qi. His originally handsome features, set off by that eerie demonic qi, looked incomparably savage.
Facing the attacks surging in from every direction, the corner of his mouth actually tugged into a mocking smile.
Bang!
Without any extra movement from him, his entire body suddenly swelled up like a round ball, then spun with a whirling motion and burst apart.
Countless blood threads fled in all directions. In this way, whether it was the dark-green Flying Dagger, the dharma treasure like countless silver needles, or the purple spear condensed from Haoran Righteous Qi, all of them struck empty air.
They could only watch helplessly as those blood threads wheeled around, then recondensed into a human form more than a hundred zhang away.
The three from Ethereal Immortal Palace looked ugly to the extreme. Though they had known the Heavenly Demon would not be easy to deal with, they had never dreamed he would be troublesome to such a degree. The divine ability he used the moment he made his move was already enough to give anyone a pounding headache.
Damn it!
Yet before that thought had even finished turning over in their