The Evil Blood Zhuyan had already witnessed the sharpness of the Geng-Demon God Needles. Normal attack power was secondary; the crucial part was the assault on the divine soul.
It had already felt a stinging sensation before even being attacked, clearly indicating that this item was an improvement in Lu Xiaotian's hands compared to before.
It was simply too late to dodge now, and impossible to block. A wave of panic washed over the Evil Blood Zhuyan, not expecting to be wounded before the fight had even truly begun.
Before the Evil Blood Zhuyan could react further in its terror, a phantom tortoise shell abruptly materialized behind it.
Puff, puff, puff. Amid a succession of muffled impacts, the Geng-Demon God Needles failed to strike it, but Palace Master Xuanwu's face turned somewhat pale instead.
"Many thanks, Palace Master Xuanwu!" The Evil Blood Zhuyan snapped back to reality.
The opponent's strength was not much greater than its own, but possessing the Xuanwu bloodline meant its defensive power truly could not be judged by conventional logic.
Even the three more powerful Huoyu Emperors would likely find it no easy task to block these Geng-Demon God Needles single-handedly.
"What fierce divine sense attacks." Palace Master Xuanwu exhaled a turbid breath.
He could have endured even slightly sharper rule-based attacks from the Geng-Demon God Needles, and they were still some distance away from shattering his defenses.
It was just that the primordial spirit impact within them was truly beyond his ability to contend with. If this happened a few more times, he really wouldn't be able to hold out. Fortunately, the Evil Blood Zhuyan was now sharing the burden, allowing him to barely sustain himself for a while.
He glanced over at the Huoyu Emperors, who were locked in a fierce battle with a