"Impossible?
It was only because you couldn't do it!"
Upon hearing the Red-haired Heavenly Demon's words and seeing the puzzled expression on that ugly birdlike face,
Lin Xuankong shook his head.
Before his words had even faded, Lin Xuankong and the twelve incarnations created by the Myriad Forms Demonic Art, carrying billions of rays of Buddhist light, slowly advanced toward the Red-haired Heavenly Demon!
Seeing Lin Xuankong approach, the Red-haired Heavenly Demon, whose face had been full of confusion, suddenly sneered.
"Even if you can use Buddhist arts to control twelve Myriad Forms Demonic Art incarnations, so what?
The gap between twelve Initial Stage Perfection incarnations and a true Lesser Accomplishment initial-stage Heavenly Demon is still as vast as the abyss between heaven and earth! Forget twelve—even one hundred and twenty Initial Stage Perfection incarnations would be far from a match for me!"
After saying that, his thirty-six red-haired demonic whips abruptly lengthened, tracing elegant arcs as they swept toward Lin Xuankong and the twelve Initial Stage Perfection incarnations.
Any Heavenly Demon capable of cultivating to the Lesser Accomplishment initial stage had clearly comprehended some rudimentary laws, and this Red-haired Heavenly Demon was no exception. The trajectories of those thirty-six red-haired demonic whips seemed elusive and unpredictable, yet their twisting movements were pleasing to the eye—complex but never chaotic, like an antelope hanging its horns, like fine rain drifting down, like ripples spreading across water, wondrous beyond measure!
The distance between the Red-haired Heavenly Demon and Lin Xuankong had only been a little over a thousand zhang to begin with.
For an attack from a Lesser Accomplishment Heavenly Demon expert to cross such a distance required far, far too little time. It could no longer be described as an instant or a moment—it was more momentary than a moment, briefer