The golden knife hung upright in the air, and needle-sharp blades of light shot from it. The thick bodies of the Earthspike Demon Fish were pierced through with dense clusters of holes.
"What a formidable treasure!" Lu Xiaotian's pupils contracted. It was much as he had expected: whether it was Xie Wu's black short hook or Lang Du's golden knife, their auras far surpassed those of his Demon-Suppressing Tower and Misty Flying Sword. Even as a thirteenth-tier body cultivator, Lu Xiaotian could feel the immense threat posed by their treasures. After all, as a Spirit Transformation-level body cultivator, he didn't have a single treasure suited to his needs. Fighting bare-handed put him at an innate disadvantage.
The dense mass of Earthspike Demon Fish hadn't managed to trap the eleven Spirit Transformation-level Demon Race cultivators. Lang Du, Xie Wu, and Yue Yu led the way, flying through the air as they hunted their way forward. Corpses of Earthspike Demon Fish littered the ground and the Nether River.
"You lot—are you planning to keep hiding like a bunch of cowards?" Lang Du said sourly as he landed on the ground where Lu Xiaotian and the others were.
"What's strange about the formation in front of us?" Yue Yu asked with a frown. The surroundings had been changing constantly; the place where the Spirit Transformation-level Demon Race cultivators had landed a moment ago had already been swallowed by the Nether River.
"The Split Earth Netherwater Formation! It can draw these Earthspike Demon Fish into the formation and turn them to its own use. The master of this cave dwelling has far surpassed us in formation attainments. They probably haven't given us much time to study it, either. Our only option now is to force our way through this stretch." The short, stocky man