Under gazes of terror and astonishment, Lu Li slowly raised the greatsword in his hand.
The golden rings on the blade moved without wind, making a rustling sound like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.
The blade's momentum had formed. There was no avoiding it!
"We can't escape! None of us can escape!"
"Haven't you realized it yet? This is a battle domain generated by a level-one-hundred lord!"
"And that 'Dao'—when it struck the first time, it had already shattered the surrounding rules!"
"Other than fighting for our lives, we have no choice!"
The demon elders cried out shrilly over one another.
Having completely lost their composure, they no longer resembled powerful monsters standing at the pinnacle of the high ranks.
Instead, they looked like weak, helpless Green Mushroom Imps being freely bullied.
"I'll fight you to the death!" A demon elder with nine heads and the body of a gigantic vulture let out a piercing shriek, and three pairs of wings abruptly spread behind it.
Countless streams of putrid venom shot from its festering feathers, forming a torrential downpour in midair.
However, faced with this wide-range attack, Lu Li had no intention of dodging.
Even the motion of raising his greatsword did not slow in the slightest.
The dense venom droplets struck him, only to burst into smaller beads of liquid three or four inches from his body.
Like rain striking plantain leaves, like pearls falling onto a lotus leaf.
The venom, carrying strands of "vitality," failed to touch Lu Li in the slightest.
Much less poison him to death or subdue him.
"H-how can this be? My Bone-Eroding Toxic Saliva can't even penetrate a little..."
The Poison Vulture Elder muttered blankly, its nine heads and eighteen eyes nearly bulging from their sockets.
If not for the sizzling sounds