The Misty Sword Formation recovered from the attack of the Bibo Demon Breath. It faltered only briefly before shooting toward its opponent once more.
The eight flying swords transformed into eight pillars of light, like arrows loosed from a bow. The three-headed snake demon Biqiong's scales bristled. The power of the sword formation struck its black scales, ringing out in a rapid series of clinks that dazzled the eye. But the three-headed snake demon's defenses still couldn't withstand the sword formation's relentless assault. With a hiss, the sword light pierced its scales and sank three inches into its flesh, drawing out several drops of black-green blood.
The three-headed snake demon let out a pained groan. One of its heads spat out Bibo Demon Breath again, sweeping a beam of black, frigid light toward them. It collided with the Misty Flying Sword.
Lu Xiaotian staggered from the heavy blow. Purpleleaf Zhenwu had absorbed part of the attack just moments ago, so it was less effective this time. A few threads of blood slipped from the corner of Lu Xiaotian's mouth.
"Not bad. You're only a Nascent Soul Early Stage human brat, yet you actually managed to hurt me. Once I've recovered my strength, I'll come back and take your life."
The three-headed snake demon saw Niu Tan and Zhao Xin's attacks closing in one after another, both with formidable momentum. The other two Nascent Soul Cultivators and the Eight-legged Demon Ox Beast hadn't attacked directly, but they had shifted into positions at cunning angles.
These people were showing signs of joining forces. Biqiong knew that at full strength, it wouldn't have taken them seriously. But now, badly weakened and fallen from power, it had no intention of clashing with them.
With that, the three-headed snake demon Biqiong gave a sinister laugh,