The Primordial Spirits of these stone demons were all extremely weak, and Lu Xiaotian looked down on them somewhat when cultivating the Devouring Soul Art and Soul Fusion Art. However, the stone demons stretched endlessly into the distance, and they were utterly fearless of death. They seemed to have no end. In the blink of an eye, Lu Xiaotian found himself buried deep among the beast horde.
Even a mosquito is meat. If the battle truly reached an irreconcilable stalemate, the Primordial Spirits of the demons in his group might look plentiful, but after a prolonged war of attrition, they could eventually be exhausted.
Bang, bang, bang! As the Fangtian Halberd swept through the air, stone demons were smashed apart one after another. Yet for some unknown reason, these stone demons seemed to have no fear of life or death, each one charging forward without the slightest hesitation. At first, Lu Xiaotian could still cope, but after some time, beads of sweat inevitably broke out across his forehead.
It would be wonderful if Purpleleaf Zhenwu were still here. By directly burrowing underground, it could evade this endless assault. At this moment, Lu Xiaotian missed Purpleleaf Zhenwu terribly. Ever since it had first been injured by Yang Feng and then been flooded with a massive amount of purple lightning, Purpleleaf Zhenwu had turned into a tiny black seed. Even its aura of life had become exceedingly faint, and no one knew when it would awaken. How could it be of any use now?
Lu Xiaotian fought as he advanced, continuously swinging the Fangtian Halberd in his hand to kill the stone demons that pounced at him. From time to time, he also captured the Primordial Spirit of one or two stone demons with decent strength.
Behind him, the phantom of the