"Thousand-Faced Demon, look at the wretched state your cultivation has brought you to. And you still dare to make such grand claims here." The seven dragon shadows spoke like tolling bells, their voices carrying clearly for thousands of miles in every direction.
"Though I'm neither human nor demon, I'm still better than a dog. You ruined my plans back then. Now I'll settle both old and new scores with you." A chaotic, savage aura surged skyward from Thousand-Faced Demon Ding Tu, swirling like a vast vortex toward the seven dragon shadows in the sky.
The seven dragon shadows merely swept their tails, and the void seemed to ripple like waves beneath their blows. When the two mighty auras collided, Lu Xiaotian and the other Profound Immortals were sent flying far away. Yue Ze's face was stricken with alarm. Though neither side had yet reached the Golden Immortal level, their cultivation was unfathomably deep. Yue Ze couldn't help feeling that even at the height of his powers, he would be unable to withstand them.
"Our scores will be settled eventually. We've come to the Withered Mulberry Woods for the Tears of the Mulberry Spirit. You want to save your Dao companion, while I have my own task to complete. How about we break through the situation before us first, then fight again once the Tears of the Mulberry Spirit appear?" the seven dragon shadows said with a low chuckle.
"Fine. Let's break through the Withered Mulberry Woods first and force the Tears of the Mulberry Spirit to appear." The killing intent in Thousand-Faced Demon Ding Tu's eyes remained undisguised, but he still nodded in agreement with the seven dragon shadows' proposal.
"Let's fall back first!" Lu Xiaotian beckoned, leading the Profound Immortal-level Mulberry Spirit warriors in retreat.
"Brother Dongfang, didn't you