Facing three Daluo realm opponents, even though Li Su was a peerless genius and held a supreme treasure in hand, his situation was still far from optimistic. No—it should be called exceedingly perilous.
In just a few seconds, the two sides had already exchanged dozens, if not over a hundred, moves.
Li Su did not know how his opponents were faring, but he himself was in terrible shape, injured by the power of those three with every clash.
In that brief span, nearly ninety percent of the flesh across his body had been worn away.
His internal organs had regenerated more than a dozen times. Fortunately, he had mastered Supreme Flesh; otherwise, that attrition alone would have ground a Taiyi cultivator to pieces on the spot.
The battle continued without pause.
Li Su wielded the Kindling Flame Banner directly as a weapon, alternating between the two supreme arts of Supreme Purity and Greater Purity.
The Yin-Yang Grinding Disc spun above his head, endlessly spraying forth light that annihilated everything.
The Four Immortal-Slaying Swords were likewise positioned around him, their radiating sword light transforming into rivers that filled the sky as they collided with the three opponents.
He was being suppressed badly, coughing up blood almost every second. If he was the slightest bit careless and an enemy attack grazed him, the flesh at that spot would turn to ash at once.
Compared to Li Su's struggles, the expressions of the three Daluo demon cultivators attacking him were no better. Their eyes were filled with profound shock.
Their attacks had undoubtedly all been aimed at severely wounding him.
The three had joined forces and given him virtually no room to catch his breath, yet although he looked wretched, he had blocked every one of their attacks.
It was simply inconceivable. After