Lu Xiaotian's demonized projection clone had come for the Water-Fire Demon Emperor Stone. He took this opportunity to force his whereabouts into the open. As the red-and-blue mantis shadows came hurtling toward him, the demonized clone's form suddenly flickered and vanished into the long, narrow shadow of a blade.
The flying knife streaked across the void, its fierce blade intent rippling outward. The red and blue mantis phantoms both lunged at empty air, while the blade shadow shot away at astonishing speed.
The Water-Fire Mantis King hadn't expected his opponent to have such strength in reserve, only to launch a sudden attack when he himself was using his final means. If the opponent had unleashed an attack like this from the start, he might not have lasted until now.
Could the opponent have come for the Water-Fire Demon Emperor Stone? The thought had barely crossed the Water-Fire Mantis King's mind when the plain-looking blade shadow came straight at him through the void. There was nowhere to dodge; the blade was already moving faster than he could evade. All he could do was once again raise both arms to block it.
There was no expected, thunderous clash. The Water-Fire Mantis King couldn't even feel the weight of the blade striking his arms. Yet a chilling blade intent pierced a tiny hole in him, like a needle through paper. The demonic baleful blade intent seeped in relentlessly through that little breach. At first, the Water-Fire Mantis King felt little difference; it didn't even inflict much damage on his body.
But when the Water-Fire Mantis King tried to counterattack the demonized clone, he found the demonic essence inside him surging unsteadily.
The Water-Fire Mantis King's expression changed drastically. This was far worse than an injury to his body.
The long, domineering flying knife