True-intent-grade great demon fire-flood-dragon Yu and a frost giant wolf fused together into a demon beast essence spirit—Lu Xiaotian had barely any of those left on hand. He had not been able to completely block this old devil's saber just now, yet that consumption had used up nearly a third of the fused essence spirit's power. In other words, if he exhausted it completely, he could block three of the old devil's strikes at most. And that was under the condition that the old devil had not deployed even stronger means of attack.
Lu Xiaotian's body continued to retreat violently; even when facing the attacks of the single-eyed, three-armed demon, it did not affect the blistering speed of the Bat King's Dharma Wings.
"Not bad. That Xiang Clan brat, although he's wearing an imitation of the Defying Wasteland Cauldron and can barely block some of my attacks, in the end he's merely relying on external objects. You brat, however, are relying on the cultivation technique you practice. Even though it's a bit strange, you ultimately still depend on your own ability."
That huge single eye, which occupied the span of its entire face, looked at Lu Xiaotian with a gaze full of gloomy approval. "It's just that relying on you alone, you're isolated and without support. I'd like to see just how many blows you can block from me, brat."
The billowing demonic clouds roiling around the single-eyed, three-armed demon swept downward, and the entire surrounding celestial domain instantly grew as dim as if the heavens were collapsing. Although the speed of the Bat King's Dharma Wings was fast, it still could not outpace a Spirit Transformation-stage fiend like him.
"Dammit!" Daoist Golden Needle and his small group had only parted ways with Lu Xiaotian not long ago, and since