The countless chunks of Earth Devil blood filth, scattered by Lu Xiaotian, rained down from the void. To Yuan Min, the tiger demon couple, Mei Zhangyao, and the others, they were lethal enough.
The cultivators in the group all brought out their magic treasures to fend off the gray clumps of all sizes falling from the void. Countless demonic shadows seemed to be howling, roaring, ferocious and bloodthirsty, within those gray clumps.
They carried the boundless resentment of having been defeated. Even from far away, they made Yuan Min and the others tremble with fear.
Puff, puff, puff. Gray clumps of all sizes continued to slam into the magic treasures the group had summoned. Every impact was enough to make everyone's hearts shudder. Enormous corrosive power surged from the magic treasures, causing the tiger demon couple and the others to cry out in pain. It was not only the magic treasures that were corroded—the Primordial Spirits controlling them would also suffer varying degrees of damage upon coming into contact with the gray clumps.
Yuan Min could not help feeling astonished. This was a demonic fiend that Lu Xiaotian had already defeated, yet even without anyone controlling it, its destructive power was still so formidable. If it had invaded them in its earlier form, when it had manifested as a gray serpent, these low-tier cultivators would probably not have been able to withstand even a single move from it, even if they joined forces.
Even under such circumstances, Yuan Min and the other cultivators were still finding it difficult to hold on.
Seeing that the defensive formation barrier Yuan Min had raised was about to collapse, Lu Xiaotian, high in the void, struck down with one palm. A powerful yet gentle palm wind blew the continuously falling Earth Devil blood filth