Hummm. Amid an endless sea of bloodlight, pillar after pillar of blood interwove, trying to form a profound array. Yet the sword shadows that had already pierced into the blood tide tugged against the still-incomplete formation. The seven flying swords were like iron plows, furrowing back and forth through the tide. Within it, the Nine-Headed Bloodwing Locust sometimes split into nine, swimming about like nine giant serpents, then joined together again.
Whether splitting apart or joining together, the enemy changed its shape and methods in endless ways, hoping only to disrupt the Lotus Avatar as they fought.
The Nine-Headed Bloodwing Locust had tried several times to force its opponent back and seize a chance to withdraw, but no matter how fierce its attacks, the surging sword intent never yielded an inch. It clung to the locust like a shadow, leaving it no chance to escape.
The two sides traded blows for nearly half an hour. The Nine-Headed Bloodwing Locust had used almost every trick at its disposal, yet it still could not achieve its goal.
"You really want us both to perish together?" The Nine-Headed Bloodwing Locust was now trapped in an awkward position, unable to advance or retreat. It could not give up easily. Though this was not its true body, it had poured considerable effort into condensing such a powerful demonic locust body. Above all, it could not easily abandon the Primordial Spirit it had invested in it. With the Lotus Avatar keeping it pinned here, the Nine-Headed Bloodwing Locust was growing frantic with rage.
The Primordial Spirit it had sent over to sustain this demonic locust body was no small portion of its strength. If the body were completely destroyed, even though its true self was a Golden Immortal, the loss would still leave it reeling, if