Six humans and one demon fought until heaven and earth turned upside down throughout the valley. Boulders shattered, trees toppled, and amid the rolling smoke and dust, the Demon Suanni's repeated roars could be heard from time to time.
After several hours of fierce battle, the entire valley had become a complete mess. The Iron-Spined Demon Suanni's left foot was bitten by the Soul-Reaping Infant Monk's ghost infant, making it howl in pain. Though with a stomp, the Iron-Spined Demon Suanni sent the ghost infant flying away.
After fighting for so long, this was the first attack that had actually worked. Lu Xiaotian and the others were greatly encouraged. With a wave of his hand, Lu Xiaotian's Misty Flying Sword flickered through the void. Seemingly slow but actually swift, it appeared in the blink of an eye at the spot where the Iron-Spined Demon Suanni had just been bitten by the ghost infant and slashed viciously. It barely cut through the Iron-Spined Demon Suanni's incomparably tough hide, drawing a string of blood droplets.
"Beautifully done!" Seeing how swiftly Lu Xiaotian had struck, and that the Misty Flying Sword he used while operating the Fire Flood Dragon Bow was no less powerful than the attacks of the Soul-Reaping Infant Monk and Old Monster Mu, Xiang Sicheng shouted loudly. In particular, that nimble, nearly transparent spirit sword possessed an aura far exceeding that of ordinary Core-Origin magical artifacts.
"I'm using two Core-Origin magical artifacts at once. Their attack power is considerable, but the drain on my magical power is enormous. If you are all still holding back, then after I finish this wave of attacks, I'll be leaving."
Lu Xiaotian said coldly. He was not trying to scare them. In truth, this meaningless war of attrition was rapidly consuming his Primordial Spirit