The terracotta cavalry and arrow formations brought by the ghost-faced black-robed men before him were not part of the Giant Stone Clan. No matter whether these people or the one-eyed, three-armed demon emerged victorious, Lu Xiaotian would ultimately gain nothing. He reached out and slapped forward. The surging power of his blood-qi armor shook the air, and the dozens of arrows flying toward him wavered midair, their momentum plunging. When they struck his blood-qi battle armor with a series of dings, they had little force left.
Now that he was trapped in the enemy ranks, he had to conserve as much blood-qi power and spiritual power as possible. To Lu Xiaotian, completely blocking the arrows was unnecessary. He only needed to reduce their lethality until they posed little threat.
The demonic blade roared, rolling like a dragon and cleaving through the sky as it repeatedly slashed through the air toward the terracotta cavalry. The one-eyed, three-armed demon was now violently enraged. Being looked down upon by Xiang Huaxin and the other Spirit Transformation experts was one thing—he was inferior in strength, after all. But these insignificant juniors, as lowly as ants, actually dared to bar his path. The azure demonic blade in his hand carried the shriek of a demonic owl as it split into seven and broke into the formation.
Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop.
The chariots driven by the terracotta cavalry surged forward. Following the seven divided demonic blades, they likewise became seven torrents that roared upward.
Wherever the demonic blades swept, the terracotta cavalry shattered into dust. Several ghost-faced black-robed men of formidable strength, who had reached the Nascent Soul level, were directly cleaved in two by a single stroke. It was clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
Yet the surging terracotta cavalry showed not the slightest fear.