"Pfft!" Just as the Mole Cricket Demon King was anxiously wondering how to turn the situation around, the Thousand-Foot Thunder Moth had already been sent flying backward, spitting blood. Countless phantom images of thunder moths crumbled within the Samsara Dragon Seal.
Looking at the Thousand-Foot Thunder Moth as it flew backward, spitting blood, Lu Xiaotian furrowed his brow. Although this strike had driven the opponent back, he did not think the Samsara Dragon Seal he had spent so long cultivating was truly perfected. The Thousand-Foot Thunder Moth had been caught off guard only because the attack had come so suddenly and it had never encountered such a technique before. More importantly, Lu Xiaotian's Primordial Spirit far surpassed the moth's. In truth, the Samsara Dragon Seal still had plenty of flaws.
If they fought again, even if the Thousand-Foot Thunder Moth were injured, it would never be as badly hurt as it was now.
The Mole Cricket Demon King cried out in alarm. Facing Lu Xiaotian's next palm strike, it no longer had time to worry about the Myriad Thunder Demon Blade. It spat out a ball of white light laced with mole-cricket poison. Wherever the light passed, any low-tier demon caught in its wake had its body turned into a puddle of foul-smelling pus.
Lu Xiaotian opened his mouth and breathed out a dragon's breath, swallowing the poisonous white light whole. In the blink of an eye, the light had been diluted to a fraction of its original strength. Though the low-tier demons still feared it like a snake or scorpion, it no longer posed any threat to someone like Lu Xiaotian.
The Mole Cricket Demon King had been decisive enough to abandon even the Myriad Thunder Demon Blade. But the Thousand-Foot Thunder Moth had already been gravely wounded by