Relying on these three demonic flood-dragon skeletons alone, it was obvious they could not stand against Lu Xiaotian. The instant the other side attacked, a deathly aura surged from the depths of the purple-black demonic sea and fused with the three skeletons.
The ancient tombs beneath the Azure Moon Flood Dragon Sea had joined together into a great formation, providing an endless supply of replenishment to the three skeletons.
Amid the greenish mist, a cyan spike tried to pierce straight through the descending giant hand.
The leading demonic flood-dragon skeleton had already cultivated a trace of the seed of the Wood Dao. Its law profundities were the purest, and the momentum of this strike came closest to matching Lu Xiaotian's descending hand.
"Your strength is decent. What a pity that you've already fallen. The aura gathered from the tombs of the demonic flood dragons is somewhat impure. Otherwise, before the other demonic flood-dragon experts returned to reinforce you, I truly might not have been able to take you down."
Lu Xiaotian's eyes flickered repeatedly. At his level, opponents he could encounter were already few and far between. Experts who possessed an Imperial Throne were exceedingly rare, and encountering several such experts stirred some interest in him.
The giant hand Lu Xiaotian had cast down suddenly changed its momentum. Seven Demon-Suppressing Towers appeared and vanished atop it, while masses of World-Purifying Buddhist Lotuses burst into bloom. The giant hand descended like an entire Buddhist kingdom.
Though the cyan spike's might was astonishing, it instantly fell to the disadvantage beneath this descending Buddhist kingdom.
The other side indeed possessed the aura of the seed of the Great Dao, but it was incomplete. Lu Xiaotian guessed that this old monster of the demonic flood-dragon race had exhausted himself when he was on the