Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
The transparent scorpion tail appeared and vanished in the seawater like a ghost. Even when it struck, ordinary members of the Demon Race could hardly tell what had happened, let alone judge from which angle, when, or where the Phantom Scorpion King would attack—or how powerful it would be. Banya and the others watched with their hearts in their throats, certain they wouldn't last more than a few blows against such attacks and would die on the spot.
Yet Lu Xiaotian, in his green robe and ghost mask, had summoned no other magic treasures. He seemed to be relying on nothing but his physical body to withstand the Phantom Scorpion King's attacks.
Every attack from the Phantom Scorpion King was uncanny and immensely powerful, yet Lu Xiaotian made no unnecessary movements. More often than not, he merely shifted to one side and struck out with a simple punch or palm, neutralizing most of the attack. With Lu Xiaotian's defensive strength, what remained could scarcely inflict serious harm.
The six Flying Scorpion Formations and twelve pillars of mystic fire clashed with the blue-black scorpion whip and the Misty Flying Sword, stirring up one undersea vortex after another, each fiercer than the last. Unfortunately, no other creatures crossed overhead and glimpsed the surging currents beneath the Demon Sea.
But Banya and her companions, deep beneath the Demon Sea themselves, felt the full terror of the battle. They were forced to keep retreating to avoid being swept into the clash.
As the battle wore on, several transparent scorpion tails appeared in succession in the water, attacking Lu Xiaotian from a multitude of incomparably tricky angles, as though they would never stop until they achieved their goal.
The Phantom Scorpion King's attacks came in increasingly fierce waves. In the end, Lu