"I told you long ago that Imperial Advisor Yuan knows everything about your Demon Clan's affairs. His powers are vast, and his understanding reaches the Heavenly Dao itself. Did you really think Chi You's schemes could escape him?" Shen Luo sneered, trying to keep the conversation going.
"Yuan Tiangang told you something so important, and you've thwarted me time and again. It seems I was right: you are a man of heavenly mandate. Unless I eliminate you, you will surely obstruct the Demon Progenitor's grand plan!" Demon Wind quickly regained his composure. A chilling murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he swept a hand through the air.
Vast clouds of black mist surged out of his body, forming more than a dozen black spear shadows that shot toward Shen Luo like bolts from powerful bows and heavy crossbows. This was the same black spear attack Jiangliu had used earlier, powerful enough to withstand the Golden Short Cone.
The black spears howled terrifyingly, their momentum fearsome.
Shen Luo sighed inwardly. Knowing he could extract no more information, he abruptly plunged toward the river below while forming a hand seal and drawing its water upward.
Blue light flashed from the Zhenhai Pearl above his head. The river's surface suddenly burst apart, and more than a dozen thick columns of water rose into the air. They spun and transformed into blue water spears more than ten times as thick as the black ones, then shot out to meet the approaching spear shadows.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A string of thunderous crashes erupted. The blue water spears burst apart, and the black spear shadows were knocked back several paces, just as they were about to launch another attack.
The seething river churned again. Water spears, swords, and sabers shot out like a torrential downpour,