After the thunderous voice faded, everyone stared in disbelief at Lu Xiaotian, clad in crimson crystal armor with silver hair, suspended in the air. His heroic figure had not even wavered.
A shrill scream rang out. The several green worms released by the Green Evil Soul-Eater Demon Cultivator were snapped in the grasp of a gigantic eagle claw. How could its bloated body possibly escape Lu Xiaotian's attack? The eagle claw smashed through its defenses and seized it, sending green juices splattering everywhere.
The Tenth Tier Green Evil Soul-Eater Demon Cultivator struggled violently.
"Let go!" a deep shout rang out. The Bloodwing Fire Python Demon gripped a crimson cudgel in both hands and brought it crashing down. Wherever the cudgel's shadow passed, the seawater below surged into waves dozens of yards high, parting to either side.
Lu Xiaotian still neither dodged nor retreated. He extended his left hand and gave it a strange flick. It seemed to shrink back, then shot forward, transforming into a giant flood dragon that bit down on the descending crimson cudgel.
Lu Xiaotian had taken the attacks of the two Blue Shrimp Demon Cultivators with his bare body, and he had also blocked the Bloodwing Fire Python Demon's strike. Before the other three Demon Cultivators could react, the enormous blood-eagle claw had already seized the Tenth Tier Green Evil Soul-Eater and dragged it over.
With a ripping sound, its bloated body—though seemingly enormous—could not withstand Lu Xiaotian's strength. He tore it open with his bare hands. Green liquid poured from its belly in particular. Dozens of people coated in the stuff spilled out with it. Some were already dead, their consciousness dispersed, while a few still clung to life. One of them carried a faint scent of wine. Had Lu Xiaotian's Primordial Spirit not been