Ji Xin was not angered when his certain-kill arrow was easily blocked. Instead, he was delighted.
Like the other demonic cultivators, he had set his sights on that pill furnace as well.
To so easily withstand the Moon-Pulling Bow, that pill furnace had to be at least a top-grade sixth-tier artifact.
Xu Chunniang's cultivation was not high, yet she possessed such a precious treasure. It was truly unexpected.
But after today, that pill furnace would be his.
Ji Xin curled his lips coldly, drew his bow once more, and fired three arrows in rapid succession.
Xu Chunniang used the same trick again, urging the pill furnace forward to shield her completely and easily block all three arrows.
With the pill furnace there, even firing a hundred arrows would merely waste demonic qi.
Ji Xin put away the Moon-Pulling Bow and tried several other methods of attack, but all of them were blocked by the pill furnace.
Left with no other choice, he could only resort to close combat, which he was not particularly skilled at.
That was exactly what Xu Chunniang wanted.
She put away the pill furnace, and a blade appeared out of thin air in her right hand—the Demon Suppressing Blade, refined from the Demon Suppressing Stone.
The instant the long blade appeared, it brought Ji Xin an inexplicable sense of oppression.
He frowned. This oppressive feeling seemed strangely familiar, as though he had experienced it somewhere before.
He forced himself to ignore his body's discomfort and raised his trident to block the long blade.
The trident could block the blade, but it could not stop the Demon Suppressing Stone from suppressing and commanding demonic qi.
After dozens of exchanges, the demonic qi within Ji Xin's body became increasingly sluggish, and he found it extremely difficult to mobilize.