"Your spatial treasure is nothing special." Evil-Blood Zhu Yan's mocking laughter came from within the blood shadow.
"Although both the Dragon-Insignia Cult Master and I are now facing powerful enemies, the fact that you could repel us both, one after the other, with your own strength is certainly something to be proud of.
"But pride is one thing. Thinking you're actually invincible would be a grave mistake."
Lu Xiaotian gave a faint smile. Before he had finished speaking, the spatial fluctuations that had just been dispersed seemed to be drawn together by some force, gathering once more into a massive vortex.
A fist shadow shot out from within it. In an instant, the surrounding laws fell into disarray.
The blood energy within the Eight Coffins of the Blood Realm was affected even more. The eight blood-shadow skeletons that had attacked together seemed to suffer a tremendous impact. Though they had not been struck directly, their aura had weakened noticeably.
"Bastard!" Evil-Blood Zhu Yan's voice rang out from among the countless blood shadows.
The Dragon-Insignia Cult Master alone was one thing. His main opponent was still the Black Mountain Ghost Lord, so it was understandable that he could spare some strength to deal with him.
But even while fighting two opponents at once, Lu Xiaotian had still managed to attack him—and had struck the vital point of the Eight Coffins of the Blood Realm with a single blow.
Evil-Blood Zhu Yan couldn't help feeling a surge of fear. At this moment, he feared Lu Xiaotian more than the Dragon-Insignia Cult Master.
The Dragon-Insignia Cult Master was indeed powerful, but even if Evil-Blood Zhu Yan couldn't beat him, he could still unleash his abilities to their fullest in a fight.
Once the threat of Jin Tong was dealt with, he could join