These two Demonic Beasts, however, were no ordinary foes. Having sensed danger a step ahead, they struck first.
Their combined divine ability drew on bloodlines of the same origin, and they had no doubt cultivated it for tens of thousands of years. Even with Lu Xiaotian's divine sense, he could find no flaw in it; the only way was to crush them head-on with sheer strength.
Within the Eightfold Diagram of Immortal-Slaying, the two Demonic Beasts held every advantage. It was as though he were inside their law domain, whose resilience far surpassed that of Lu Xiaotian's Five-Element Law Domain.
"Eastern Pill Sage, dying beneath our Eightfold Diagram of Immortal-Slaying would hardly be a disgrace," one of the Four-Winged Demonic Roc phantoms crowed.
Lu Xiaotian's expression turned grave. It was an undeniable fact that he was at a disadvantage.
The crux of the matter was that his divine sense detected no difference in the auras of the sixteen Four-Winged Demonic Rocs, nor in the strength of their power.
Even with his current abilities, he couldn't tell which one was their true form. Or perhaps, within this unusual demonic diagram space, any of the Roc phantoms could become the true form at any moment.
"This demonic diagram space is certainly unusual. But your combined divine ability may trap me; it can't trap my Fangtian Halberd." Lu Xiaotian shook his head.
"What do you mean?" He Pengxiao asked suspiciously.
"Big words!" He Pengguang's voice rang out almost at the same time.
Before either of them had finished speaking, Lu Xiaotian flicked his hand and sent the Fangtian Halberd upright into the air. Ten thousand dragons roared within it, their gathered sound waves rippling outward as the halberd swelled wildly.
Each of the two Four-Winged Demonic Rocs was nearly as powerful as he