The instant the three-headed, six-armed monster's body crumbled, several web-like cracks burst across the Ten Thousand Soul Banner in Xiao Mo's hand, and black mist poured wildly from its surface.
The soul puppet had been shattered, and the foundation of his magic treasure was already damaged.
But Xiao Mo had no time to mourn its loss.
The densely packed torrent of flying swords was already sweeping toward him, blotting out the sky. Before the blades even arrived, their fierce pressure had made every hair on his body stand on end. It was as if countless invisible needles were stabbing his face all at once.
He forcibly suppressed the shock and apprehension in his heart, opened his eyes wide, and bellowed.
"Heavenly Demon Blood Baleful Gate!"
Before his voice had even faded, a towering, heavy gate appeared out of thin air before him. It stretched several zhang across and stood more than a zhang thick. Countless hideous ghost faces were carved into it: some glared furiously, others bared their fangs. Black-red smoke billowed from their mouths and noses, carrying a strong stench of blood and decay.
"I've cultivated the Heavenly Demon Blood Baleful Gate to perfection!" Xiao Mo clenched his teeth and fixed his gaze on the oncoming rain of swords, his thoughts racing.
"That brat already spent a great deal of the flying swords' power shattering my soul puppet. This spell will definitely hold them back."
That attack of his probably drained all the Spiritual Qi in his body. He might be arrogant, but he had reason to be... If he had even Foundation Establishment Middle Stage or Late Stage cultivation, I might not be able to beat him today.
The thought had barely crossed his mind.
"Crack—"
A crisp, chilling snap burst from the Blood Baleful Gate.
Xiao Mo's