The Blood-Screaming Mosquito Demon had laid out this demon domain, but the greatest boost came from the pair of magic treasures in its hands, shaped like fangs. Once its power had fully formed, the treasures darted into its domain like fish in water, their movements so elusive that the naked eye could barely follow them. In truth, Lu Xiaotian was not being arrogant. He had no desire to provoke a mighty old monster at the Body Integration stage.
Even He Yunzi found the pair of treasures, so difficult to catch with the naked eye, utterly unpredictable. But under Lu Xiaotian's Primordial Spirit, which had already surpassed anything the Blood-Screaming Mosquito Demon could imagine at this point, they had nowhere to hide. Once their movements were no longer secret, the demon's seemingly mysterious and perilous trick was like putting on a play for a blind man when it faced Lu Xiaotian.
Just as the pair of tusk-shaped treasures came snaking in from either side, Lu Xiaotian remained unhurried, suspended in midair. A wash of blood-red spread silently behind him. Compared with the Blood-Screaming Mosquito Demon's domain, the blood astral force unfurling from Lu Xiaotian seemed utterly still. Yet that stillness held a quiet resolve. No matter how violently the demon's domain raged, the space his blood astral force carved out within it spread slowly and methodically—not hurried, not slow.
The area covered by the blood astral force was like a pool of water. Beneath its silent surface, though, a peerlessly violent aura seeped into every crevice, like quicksilver spilling across the ground. It seemed that some peerless ferocious beast had been disturbed beneath the tranquil red pool, roused from its slumber. The moment that beastlike aura awakened, it became a sharp sword, piercing through the sealed space formed by the vast