The demons' combined effort was no small thing. They seemed to be faintly holding their own against the demonic music coming from the Demonfall Pool.
"Human cultivator, this demonic music is far too powerful. Even working together, we can only counter its force for a short while. Hurry!" Youyue Demon-Eye no longer had time to concern himself with his grievances against Lu Xiaotian, and shouted in warning.
Seeing that the Golden-Armored Corpse King and the demon vulture were also giving it their all, Lu Xiaotian knew this was no time to hold back. The Buddhist Pure-Mind Mantra wasn't one of his usual methods in battle; using it without going all out wouldn't reveal anything.
A vast Buddhist chant thundered outward, its force no less than that of Gu Gui and the other demons. Like a sharp sword, the chant cleaved into the tide of demonic music.
"Go!" With Lu Xiaotian and the demons and corpse kings working together, their combined might surged. They each hurried toward the Demonfall Pool. Xiang Qingcheng had never cultivated a technique like the Buddhist Pure-Mind Mantra, nor had she prepared any similar treasure, so she stayed close beside Lu Xiaotian.
As the cultivators drew nearer, the smoke-like demonic clouds floating above the Demonfall Pool stirred to life once more.
"Turtle demon, bring out the sacrifices you prepared—quickly! The rest of you, attack!" The twelfth-rank demon vulture cried sharply. Its enormous pair of fleshy wings beat, sending more than a dozen massive wind blades slashing into the Demonfall Pool with terrifying force.
Gu Gui opened his great maw. A cloud of mist lifted several human cultivators bound as tightly as dumplings with demon ropes, carrying them into the demonic clouds.
The demonic beasts within the clouds cried out excitedly. Their forms were impossible to make out