The Three-Armed Demon with One Eye was underground, more than five hundred zhang of earth separating him from the battlefield. The Primordial Spirit's control was already weakened by the distance, and now the pull of the black vortex made that tenuous control even more fragile. No matter how powerful, a force still needed divine sense to direct it; otherwise, it was like a wild ox with no sense of direction. The demonic blade and claw before them were in just such a situation. Lu Xiaotian wasn't trying to destroy them, but to sever the already fragile connection between the two Demonic Beasts and Old Devil. If he lost them, Old Devil's strength would suffer a heavy blow.
"Brat, how dare you!" The Three-Armed Demon with One Eye sensed what Lu Xiaotian was doing and flew into a rage.
Lu Xiaotian ignored Old Devil's threats. They couldn't escape the vortex now, and their fate was uncertain. If he could make Old Devil feel the pain before they were swallowed, Lu Xiaotian would gladly do so.
The vortex spread wider and wider. The demonic blade and claw struggled to retreat. Their progress was slow, but at least they were managing to pull back a little. Then, under Lu Xiaotian's relentless tugging, the fragile balance broke in an instant.
With a whoosh, the demonic blade and claw were swallowed by the vortex and vanished without a trace.
After the claw disappeared into the vortex, the Three-Armed Demon with One Eye underground had, to be precise, become a demon with two arms in the truest sense. Old Devil threw back his head and roared, raising both arms. Demonic energy surged around them, turning into two clouds of black mist. He slammed both fists into the ground, sending out two enormous shock waves that reached