Li Huo's cultivation was higher than Brother Wen Jian's. He was also born with an Innate Fire Spirit Body, which perfectly countered metal spirits. On top of that, he possessed two divine artifacts, one for offense and one for defense. Brother Wen Jian had no chance of winning against him. Thinking of all this, Brother Wen Jian fell silent.
Seeing Brother Wen Jian fall silent, Li Huo grew even more smug. He controlled his armor to form an illusory armor-clad figure. Condensed from Li Huo's power, the phantom could attack and defend, and was quite formidable.
"Heh, no wonder you're the son of the South Heavenly Lord. You actually have two divine artifacts." Ling Tian sneered, then looked at Brother Wen Jian. "Brother Wen Jian, leave him to me. You and Little Devourer keep tearing open the encirclement. Finish this quickly, and don't get bogged down fighting them."
At Wen Yan's words, Brother Wen Jian said nothing. He attacked with even greater ferocity, wielding both swords. At last, two of the Buddhist cultivators could hold out no longer, and Brother Wen Jian kicked them away. The others, too, feared his indestructible Sword Qi and could only harass him with ranged attacks.
Little Devourer was even more domineering. He swept through the crowd, charging left and right, and occasionally lashed out with a few Sky-Splitting Claws. Many cultivators were sent flying, severed limbs hurtled through the air, and blood spattered everywhere. The battle was brutally fierce.
Little Devourer could devour the attacks raining down from all directions, so he wasn't afraid of them. And since swinging his Sky-Splitting Claws also consumed energy, he didn't have to worry about devouring so much energy that he would pass out.
Over there, seeing that Brother Wen Jian and Little Devourer were ignoring him, Li