High above the sky, Xue Wuya stood in the void, his expression dark as water.
He could no longer remember how many attacks he had unleashed.
Blood God Finger, Blood God Palm, Blood God Six Slashes... Every strike was enough to severely wound an ordinary High-level Earthly Supreme, and could even make a Half-step Grand Perfection expert of the same level somewhat wary.
However, when these attacks landed on that dark-gold demonic armor, they were like clay oxen entering the sea. Aside from splashing up a few sparks and leaving behind several shallow white marks, they were actually unable to truly harm Lin Langtian in the slightest.
Even more hateful was that the battle armor could also rebound force.
The fiercer his attacks, the stronger the backlash became. Later, he had no choice but to divert thirty percent of his essence to neutralize the aftershocks of his own attacks. Otherwise, before Lin Langtian fell, he himself would be shaken into internal injuries first.
"Damn it, what the hell kind of Supernatural Art is this? Even that peerless Supernatural Art, the Immortal Golden Body, isn't this troublesome, is it!?" Xue Wuya cursed inwardly, a trace of agitation flashing through his blood-colored eyes.
He had roamed unhindered across the Wuji Continent for hundreds of years, and ever since reaching Half-step Grand Perfection, he had never encountered such a troublesome opponent.
A High-level Earthly Supreme, relying on a single demonic armor Supernatural Art, could actually fight him to a draw, and even faintly show signs of suppressing him in return.
This was simply inconceivable!
In the distance, Lin Langtian stood in the air. The dark-gold Immortal Heavenly Demon Armor covered his entire body, and the twin wings on his back flapped slightly, each motion stirring up ripples in space.
His expression remained calm,