The Milky Way-like waterfall of spears that seemed to pour down from the aerial turbulence came straight at them.
It was as if heaven and earth themselves changed color. Yuan Min, Miao Ruolin, and the others were horrified, their faces paling. Even the sudden flashes of spear light made it impossible for Miao Ruolin and the others to look directly at them.
Lu Hong was far too fast. Especially with this prepared charge behind him, even Lu Xiaotian's explosive power would have found it difficult to dodge without using the Bat King's Dharma Wings.
Sensing the berserk killing intent within it, Lu Xiaotian's pride surged. He let out a long howl and hammered out both fists in succession. Violent astral force crashed toward the opponent's spear light.
In the blink of an eye, the two sides clashed hundreds of times again. Spear shadows arced like rainbows as Lu Xiaotian sank his waist and planted his feet, refusing to yield even an inch against the silver-armored woman's attacks.
Even in Yuan Min's eyes, it had taken only the space of a breath before the galaxy-like waterfall of spears dispersed. Beneath the Silver-Masked Rakshasa, Lu Hong reared up on his hind legs and let out a shrill neigh.
Lu Xiaotian's body drifted a hundred zhang backward. The front of his upper garment exploded into countless scraps, along with some fine black fragments.
When he drifted back down, the black-faced young man from before had become a handsome young man with a head of silver hair. Not the slightest trace remained of his former charcoal-black complexion.
Dotted with points of light, the silver-haired young man's body seeped with blood from beneath his skin. Yet the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, he