As the dragon's breath weakened, a sword's edge flashed within it, revealing another Soul-Origin Flying Sword. With Lu Xiaotian's powerful Primordial Spirit, he could condense more than one Soul-Origin Flying Sword.
Whum! The Soul-Origin Flying Sword slashed down, striking straight at the opponent's face with lightning speed. The ant-headed, human-bodied demon hastily tried to defend himself, but cowed by the sword's momentum, his movements slowed by a fraction. A sword shadow plunged into him through the crown of his head.
The ant-headed, human-bodied demon let out a shrill scream and flew backward, vanishing into the roiling demonic energy of the law domain.
Thud, thud! Meanwhile, Lu Xiaotian's other Demon-Suppressing Towers were still under fierce attack. He beckoned, recalling the remaining towers. Although he had only struck one of the opponent's clones, and the blow wasn't fatal, the damage to his Primordial Spirit was genuine.
No matter how formidable the opponent's demonic law domain was, it still required divine sense to control. While he was down, Lu Xiaotian would finish him off. Before the opponent could react, Lu Xiaotian struck out several dragon seals in succession. Buddhist radiance blazed around him as a second Soul-Origin Flying Sword shot forth at lightning speed.
Clang, clang, clang! In the fierce exchange, the clone of the Single Ant Demon that hadn't had time to flee was struck again by the Soul-Origin Flying Sword. After that brief delay, the clone managed to retreat with the help of the other clones and the demonic blades. But inside the law domain, the Single Ant Demon's manifested true form spat out two mouthfuls of blood in succession.
"A Golden Immortal-level dragon? No, that doesn't quite fit. Or do you have some dragon blood in you?"
The wounded Single Ant Demon stared fixedly at Lu Xiaotian, whose scales had