Although these little devils were incredibly fast,
Dongfang Chun Jun's reactions were also extraordinarily sharp.
He seemed able to anticipate where they would appear, then intercept them with pinpoint accuracy!
As he struck repeatedly with both hands, two black hand shadows lashed out five times in the blink of an eye...
"Poof, poof, poof, poof, poof!"
Under the blows of that tremendous force, the little devils darting at high speed were sent flying one after another. Some were even knocked back more than a hundred miles.
Some little devils slammed into the rocky mountains, leaving thousand-zhang-deep craters. Others crashed into the Lava Lake, sending up waves of magma hundreds of zhang high...
If a Great Perfection True God had taken a slap from Dongfang Chun Jun like that, he would probably have been smashed to pieces.
Even a Sub-Saint or Saint would have suffered severe injuries!
Yet these little devils were completely unharmed.
One little devil crawled out from the scattered rubble, its sharp eyes fixed on the front.
Layer upon layer of Dao Ancestry spread through that Purple Mist...
Although the other Saints could not attack like Dongfang Chun Jun, they could set up all kinds of barriers like Leng Yao had.
The Purple Mist would disperse sooner or later anyway. They only needed to hold their ground.
"The other side has a really formidable fellow who can track our movements. How did he do that?" the little devil said, its face filled with puzzlement.
"Let's charge again and see. I almost chopped his head off just now!" said another little devil carrying a Bone Great Saber. This little devil was called "Greed."
"It's useless. I think that fellow can predict us in advance. Otherwise, there's no way he could judge so accurately," said the little devil known as