An attack from a one-eyed, three-armed demon that seemed capable of shaking the heavens and earth had to pierce through a considerable depth of earth to strike Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng, consuming a great deal of the demon's strength. It would not be easy to injure Lu Xiaotian. Yet the Old Devil naturally had a purpose in doing this. Under the successive, tightly packed attacks, Purpleleaf Zhenwu had just begun carrying the two of them away from danger, so they had not noticed anything at first. But beneath the opponent's dense barrage, Lu Xiaotian suddenly realized that while they kept dodging, they seemed unable to flee very far.
This Old Devil is quite crafty. Lu Xiaotian cursed inwardly and quickly understood the one-eyed, three-armed demon's intention. The other party clearly wanted to use this concentrated barrage to trap him within a certain area, then control the demonic blade to finish him off completely. After all, although Purpleleaf Zhenwu's earth-escape technique was formidable, it had its limits. It could probably only burrow a little over five hundred zhang into the earth. Any deeper, and the consumption would be too great to sustain for long.
The one-eyed, three-armed demon did not know earth escape. It could only control the demonic blade to burrow through the soil in pursuit. The consumption was enormous, but with the cultivation of a Spirit Transformation Old Devil, it could still hold out.
By this point, Purpleleaf Zhenwu could no longer defend Lu Xiaotian. Fortunately, after the demonic blade controlled by the one-eyed, three-armed demon burrowed so deeply underground, the consumption of Primordial Spirit and magical power also became tremendous. Its might began to plummet irreversibly. Even so, Lu Xiaotian was struggling greatly to block it.
Solemn Buddhist chants reverberated. On his left palm, Buddhist images appeared