At present, neither Shen Luo nor Sun Wukong had any time to spare for the Restriction formation. Everyone was like a clay Buddha crossing a river, unable even to protect themselves.
The Six-Tusked Elephant King had already harbored boundless hatred for Shen Luo, and now he only wanted to swiftly deal with the Puppet Armor Corpse King before him.
The golden spear in his hand danced as densely as falling snowflakes. The gale raised by its shaft churned the world's primordial energy, forming chaotic vortices that swept outward.
Dragged by the currents stirred within the chaotic vortices, the Heavenly Fiend Corpse King was continuously pulled closer to the Six-Tusked Elephant King. Yet its body was incomparably tough; even when struck by the massive spear, it feared not a direct clash. For a time, neither side could gain the upper hand.
Shen Luo's battle with Chi Rong was nowhere near as easy.
With a pair of Black-White Bone Swords supporting him and the power of the Taiyi Realm behind him, Shen Luo would not have lasted more than a few exchanges if not for his constant use of the Profound Yang Demon Transformation Secret Technique and his extensive combat experience.
With a sharp hiss, Shen Luo's clothes were sliced open across the back by the jet-black bone sword.
This was no mere grazing blow from sword qi. The blade itself had truly cut across him. A spray of blood immediately burst from his back, leaving a bone-deep gash through skin and flesh.
Shen Luo turned his head for a glance, but he could not see the perilous wound at all.
That was because it ran straight upward from his lumbar vertebrae, splitting open the centerline of his entire spine and exposing the faintly golden spinal bones within.
Fortunately, Shen Luo was