When Heavenly Immortals fought, unless one side possessed overwhelming power, it was no surprise for the battle to drag on for however long.
Of course, if they found the right opening, it was entirely possible to suppress and kill their opponent in an instant.
Although the Seven Absolutes Demon King had been intercepted by Zhang Guolao and Lu Dongbin, unlike the Black Ice Demon King from before, he had long been wary of the Roc Demon King and the others. When he encountered the Eight Immortals, he was at his most vigilant.
The moment he saw the attack, he reacted at once.
With a raised hand, he sent forth a cloud of demonic mist that dispelled Zhang Guolao's Soundless Divine Thunder, then scattered into countless fragments to evade Lu Dongbin's slash.
Although He Xiangu and Han Xiangzi subsequently arrived and joined Zhang Guolao and Lu Dongbin in surrounding him, he had not yet lost the strength to resist.
Moreover, to prevent him from escaping or maliciously scattering the demon heads, Han Xiangzi and He Xiangu did not attack with all their strength, remaining more on guard at the side.
Thus, though the Seven Absolutes Demon King was no match for Zhang Guolao and Lu Dongbin working together, his life was not in danger for the moment.
The three fought in a tangled melee, churning the mountains and rivers for ten thousand miles like boiling soup in a cauldron.
The Dragon Demon King, Roc Demon King, Macaque King, and King Yu Rong left the grand formation, intending to aid the Seven Absolutes Demon King.
If they could seize this opportunity to cut off one of the Eight Immortals' arms, that would be even better.
But how could Iron Crutch Li possibly let them have their way?
Seeing that Han Zhongli, Ling