Trapped in the deep pool, with the Rusty Sword suppressed as well, Lu Feng had no way out.
He had thought he was doomed, but at the critical moment, an unexpected opening appeared.
First, the Bronze Sword in his middle dantian stabilized his purple mansion. Then the pitch-black thing behind him moved in front of him.
Looking at the pitch-black mass before him, Lu Feng's eyes brimmed with tears. This fellow was so dependable, always appearing at the crucial moment-and I actually called him a rotten bastard once.
The demon was clearly wary of the pitch-black thing. He halted all his attacks for the moment and withdrew his suppression of the Embroidered Sword, focusing all his attention on the thing before him.
The demon circled Lu Feng at an unhurried pace, seemingly trying to gauge what stood before him, or perhaps looking for an opening to strike.
But the pitch-black thing gave him no chance. It turned along with him, always keeping Lu Feng protected behind it.
"Aooo!"
After circling for a long time without finding a single opening, the demon let out a low roar. His aura began surging rapidly, as though he intended to crush his opponent with his aura and overwhelming strength.
Unexpectedly, the pitch-black thing refused to yield, letting out an even more terrifying roar: "Aooo!"
The demonic sound flooded Lu Feng's mind, making him shudder. The entire pool lost its stillness as countless vortices emerged, sending all its water swirling rapidly.
"Aooo!"
The demon finally flew into a rage. He felt challenged. This was his territory, yet the pool had reacted so violently because of his opponent. A guest had usurped the host-if he could tolerate this, what could he not tolerate?
Amid his furious roar, terrifying energy fluctuations emerged. Heaven and earth essence surged