The many demons could only watch as the flashing blades drew closer and closer, until they cut into their bodies.
"Damn these Imperial Realm experts!" Some of the demonic pengs and demon birds cursed viciously. In this desperate situation, they could no longer care about their fear of these unfamiliar powerhouses. Either way, they were going to die.
Crack!
Amid the fierce battle between the Heaven-and-Earth manifestations, space twisted grotesquely and tore open an unprecedented rift.
Sensing the familiar aura within, Lu Xiaotian revealed a trace of surprise.
This aura presented him with a modest opportunity. Though it could not let him turn the tables outright, it could at least give him another breath to spare.
Before Lu Xiaotian could make a move, the spatial rift began to echo with the surging roar of mighty tides. Even the sound seemed capable of devouring everything, carrying a dark, icy chill and clammy coldness.
Nine Nether Weak Water! He had finally found it.
At the beginning of his great battle with the four Celestial Emperors, Lu Xiaotian had moved from the Dragon Domain toward the lair of the Qiu Meng Demon Ancestor. He still remembered some of the spatial nodes there.
He had once fought a major battle there and obtained the Origin Dragon Relics. By Lu Xiaotian's original estimate, the spatial rift there should not have closed so quickly. There was a good chance that a large amount of Nine Nether Weak Water could still be found within it.
The Nine Nether Weak Water could not inflict substantial damage on Imperial Realm experts, but it still interfered greatly with divine sense.
Through the Origin Dragon Relics, Lu Xiaotian had even fused the Nine Nether Weak Water into his own Dharma Domain, allowing him to claim a certain degree of control over