The Blood-Screaming Mosquito Demon truly had no intention of killing them, but these dozen or so mosquito phantoms were still far from easy to deal with. Each one was like a living creature, cunning and ferocious as they lunged from every direction.
Lu Xiaotian beckoned with both hands, and a giant sword emerged from his body, its tip pointing skyward as it enveloped him completely. As the mosquito phantoms surged in, sword shadows flew out to meet them head-on. Clang, clang, clang! The phantoms' razor-sharp proboscises clashed against the sword shadows.
On the other side, Mo Yuyan's golden spear unleashed a downpour of spear thrusts, enveloping all the mosquito phantoms before her.
The Blood-Screaming Mosquito Demon leisurely flew above Lu Xiaotian and Mo Yuyan. If those two tried anything else, they still wouldn't escape his grasp. As Lu Xiaotian fought the mosquito phantoms, he kept watch on his surroundings, including the Blood-Screaming Mosquito Demon and Mo Yuyan. The barrage of spear thrusts Mo Yuyan unleashed seemed powerful, but in Lu Xiaotian's eyes, it was all show and no substance. With Mo Yuyan's intelligence, she shouldn't have expended her magical power so recklessly from the outset. Even if these mosquito phantoms were formidable, they shouldn't have been able to force her into such a predicament so quickly.
"Hmm?" Even the Blood-Screaming Mosquito Demon hadn't noticed it, but Lu Xiaotian suddenly detected an unusual fluctuation of spiritual power, hidden beneath the barrage of spear thrusts. It was extremely faint; even with Lu Xiaotian's powerful Primordial Spirit, he might not have noticed it if he hadn't been watching so closely.
"The power of a talisman!" While fending off the mosquito phantoms, Lu Xiaotian narrowed his eyes. With his discerning eye, he could tell that the talisman wasn't meant to attack, and Mo Yuyan's