Lu Xiaotian was extremely wary of the power of the bluish-black devil flames. However, seeing those previously ferocious flames retreating step by step beneath his Fanluo True Fire, he could not help but breathe a little easier. It seemed that the bluish-black devil flames were still inferior to the Fanluo True Fire. The truly formidable one was that human-headed octopus demon. Under its control, the bluish-black devil flames, which had originally been weaker than his Fanluo True Fire, had somehow grown three points more imposing. It seemed his cultivation was still insufficient. The Fanluo True Fire was indeed a sharp blade, but he had yet to unleash its true edge.
At this moment, the human-headed octopus demon was facing the Golden Armor Corpse King, Gu Gui, and the other powerhouses comparable to Grand Cultivators. No matter how extraordinary its abilities were, it found it difficult to spare enough energy to deal with Lu Xiaotian. It could only let the restriction itself withstand Lu Xiaotian's methods.
Without the human-headed octopus demon's control, the bluish-black devil flames were naturally no match for Lu Xiaotian. The human-headed octopus demon swung the double-edged saber in its hand, sending a surging devil wind that swept Xiang Qingcheng's mighty river of sword light flying back. Yet there was not the slightest joy on the human-headed octopus demon's face. Instead, the corner of its mouth twitched. Xiang Qingcheng glanced over from the corner of her eye and saw that Lu Xiaotian had once again extinguished a large mass of bluish-black devil flames. Refining these devil flames was evidently no easy task for the human-headed octopus demon; otherwise, it would not have shown such a pained expression after losing them.
Within the bronze ancient coffin, the roars of the Devil Race were already clearly audible. The first human-headed