This was the Cloud-Wreathed Demon Palace. Even if they had to pile up corpses, they would wear that damned Eastern Pill Saint down.
Lei Yicheng had cultivated a Law-Body of Demonic Power for many years and was an exceptionally rare powerhouse in this realm. He naturally knew that even a powerhouse of the Law-Body level did not possess an endless supply of laws or demonic energy.
It was hardly unheard of for even stronger powerhouses at the Primordial Spirit Demonic Body realm to be worn down by dense armies on the Immortal-Demon Battlefield.
Most people had ingrained assumptions. The Desireless Fire Salamander had been no different, and neither had the Golden-Wu Demon Bull chief.
Now Lei Yicheng was no different. These were lessons accumulated through countless battles and magical duels; a little unexpected turn of events would not easily shake them.
Although Lei Yicheng's cultivation was even higher than Lu Xiaotian's, the shadow of having his most trusted techniques countered in their first clash could not be dispelled in a short time.
Naturally, he was somewhat constrained in his fight against Lu Xiaotian and could not act as freely as before. Under these circumstances, he would be fortunate to bring out even sixty or seventy percent of his strength.
By contrast, Lu Xiaotian's fighting spirit had risen to a new level in this desperate situation. He fought without restraint, while the vast, surging power within his Dragon Totem continuously replenished him.
Even surrounded by the enemy's army in the Cloud-Wreathed Demon Palace, Lu Xiaotian's battle arts still surged forth with wild abandon, ranging freely like a heavenly steed galloping across the skies.
A succession of screams rang out, and Lei Yicheng soon understood the same helpless bitterness that Kua Wu of the Golden-Wu Demon Bulls had felt.
Lu Xiaotian was