The Blood Mosquito Clan's strongest fighters had borne the brunt of Lu Xiaotian's attention, and their casualties were especially heavy. As the final wave of sword light crossed through them, several more Devil Lords were instantly trapped within it.
After a desperate struggle, Blood Qianying had lost an arm but narrowly escaped. Of the three others who were no weaker than him, two had died on the spot, while the last had suffered grievous wounds in an instant, his body and Primordial Spirit both cleaved apart by the sword light.
The boundless sword intent had surged straight through the wound, devouring most of his Primordial Spirit. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough to cut away part of it himself, he would likely have been utterly annihilated by now.
Blood Qianying had broken out in a cold sweat. He had survived only because his position had been near the edge and, more importantly, because the Dragon Lord had been in a hurry to pursue the Blood Mosquito Devil Ancestor and Mosquito Sun Old Crone. That had allowed him, a Devil Lord who had already stepped one foot through the gates of hell, to escape with his life.
If the other party had spared even a sliver of attention for him, Blood Qianying felt he would almost certainly have died nine times over. Escaping with a wisp of his Primordial Spirit would have been the best he could hope for.
Blood Qianying, along with the fallen Mosquito Baleful Intent and Blood Qingyang, had all once escaped from the hands of Emperor-rank Old Devils.
They had, after all, cultivated to the Devil Lord realm. The Blood Sea Demon Mosquito Clan was generally fast, and its methods were extremely bizarre. This gave them a decent chance of survival, but those methods seemed useless against