"What's wrong with taking ten of your sword strikes?" Lu Xiaotian halted his retreat and surged forward again. The Fangtian Halberd swept across the sky, its blow crashing down like the heavens collapsing. Soul-Fusion Art! The power of blood energy within him merged with the essence of a fused demon beast, sending his aura surging even higher than before. His halberd fell like the sky itself was crumbling.
The blue-armored middle-aged man raised a hand to meet it. A flying sword encased in a scarlet orb spun rapidly, fearlessly charging at Lu Xiaotian. Sword and halberd clashed. With his Fusion Realm strength, even though the Demon Mound suppressed him to some degree, a Fusion Realm cultivator was still a Fusion Realm cultivator. Even with equal power, the lethality he could unleash was on a completely different level—like the difference between an ordinary man and a peerless swordsman wielding the same blade. And even under suppression, a Fusion Realm expert was ultimately stronger than a Divine Void Realm cultivator.
The eight demon corpses refined with his demonic blood were formidable, but they still couldn't hold off Ye Ziyu. If she had been wounded in their battle so far, it was mostly due to his own attacks. Yet the leading art of the Misty Sword Art that she cultivated was truly extraordinary. She had held on all this time and still had strength to spare. The blue-armored middle-aged man had originally planned to wear Ye Ziyu down, exhausting more of her strength until small wounds became grave ones, then take her life. He hadn't expected Lu Xiaotian to arrive at this critical moment.
Even so, the blue-armored middle-aged man still felt that everything was under his control. With his strength, killing a Divine Void Realm junior should be as easy as reaching