Black Heart Evil Palm Seventh Layer, Heaven-Swallowing Earth-Devouring

Those Demon Eye Warlocks had been moving all along.

From the moment the battle began, they had already been brewing magic. Six-eyed and eight-eyed Demon Eye Warlocks hovered at the rear of the battlefield, their eyes lighting up at the same time with dark-purple radiance. That light spun within their eye sockets like miniature black holes. A dense aura of darkness spread through the air—the sign of dark magic condensing.

The next second, dozens of dark spells blasted out at once.

Darkness Spear, Shadow Arrow, Corrosion Orb...

All kinds of low-level dark magic poured down like a torrential rain, blotting out the sky as they bombarded the position where Situ Xuan stood. The spells drew dark-purple trails through the air, dyeing the sky above the entire deep pit a strange purplish black.

Situ Xuan did not dodge.

He simply stood atop the pile of corpses, raised his head, and watched those dark spells descend from the sky. The dark-purple light reflected in his pupils, coating those indifferent eyes with an eerie sheen.

The magic struck his body.

Darkness Spear stabbed into his chest, Shadow Arrow smashed against his shoulder, and Corrosion Orb exploded above his head. A string of explosions burst across the surface of his body, dark-purple energy spraying everywhere amid the blasts, while choking black smoke completely swallowed his figure.

The Demon Eye Warlocks' eyes flickered a few times. It was an action similar to a human blinking, but their blinks were not to moisten their eyeballs. They were refocusing, preparing for the next round of attacks.

The smoke dispersed.

Situ Xuan still stood where he was.

There was not a single wound on him. Those low-level dark spells had not even left a mark on his skin. On his smooth bronze skin, there was not so much