In an instant, five or six demon soldiers thrust their spears forward with lightning speed, the air splitting with piercing whistles as though they would bore straight through this entire area.
The surrounding demons all shook their heads. In their eyes, the Burning Demon was doomed; his body would surely be riddled with holes, blood streaming all over him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!!!
Just then, the spears slammed into Xia Ping's body, only to be shattered on the spot by a powerful burst of force. It was as though they had struck a wall of bronze and iron.
One spear after another snapped apart, shaken into heaps of scrap metal.
"Impossible!"
The demon soldiers' eyes widened, unable to believe it. They had thought that by joining forces, they could easily stab this Burning Demon to death and silence him forever. Yet they could not even break through his defenses.
"What are you doing? Scratching an itch for me?"
Xia Ping wore a baffled expression, as if he had no idea what those demon soldiers had just done.
"Bastard, you're looking down on demons too much! What kind of look is that? Our full-force strike was just scratching an itch for him?!"
"Just how far does this bastard intend to humiliate us before he stops?"
"Damn giant idiot! You're acting so arrogant just because your defense is strong. I refuse to believe we can't kill you! Everyone, attack together!"
"Form the grand formation! Stab him to death! Tear his body into ten or eight pieces!"
"Kill, kill, kill! I'll hack this turtle bastard into ten thousand pieces! Ten thousand pieces!"
The demon soldiers flew into a towering rage. They felt that the Burning Demon before them was humiliating them, and that look in his eyes was clearly contempt for their strength.
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