A streak of blue-black light shimmered along the Geng Demon Needles. Whenever the surrounding spatial force pressed in, the needlepoints pierced through it.
Most of the Hollow-Scaled Winged Serpents that drew near Lu Xiaotian were pierced and shattered.
Their shattered bodies were the least of it. Their Primordial Spirits could not withstand the Geng Demon Needles' attacks at all; the slightest graze made them vanish outright.
At that moment, Lu Xiaotian let out a soft gasp of surprise. He realized that as the Hollow-Scaled Winged Serpents' Primordial Spirits dispersed, a tiny fraction of them was also being drawn into the Geng Demon Needles.
He had never noticed that the Geng Demon Needles could do this.
Perhaps he had never made full use of the Geng Demon Needles before. After defeating Black Mountain Rebel Lord, he had gained some insight, and now, despite having one fewer needle, his control over them had improved considerably.
Once they reached a certain threshold, the Geng Demon Needles seemed to have undone a layer of their own restraints. They had begun devouring this divine sense.
But as the Geng Demon Needles devoured the divine sense, Lu Xiaotian once again sensed the aura of that old monster, Devil Lord Yongze.
What a cunning old devil. Sure enough, a sly hare had three burrows. If Lu Xiaotian's cultivation hadn't advanced, he might never have discovered this aspect of the Geng Demon Needles. That would have been like letting the other party plant a bomb on him, ready to explode at any moment.
Lu Xiaotian's divine sense seeped inside. Sure enough, he found one of Devil Lord Yongze's not particularly powerful divine fragments concealed deep within the Geng Demon Needles' core.
It seemed that even Lu Xiaotian's earlier refinement of the Geng Demon Needles had been within the