At this point, further words were pointless.
Luohu was not the sort to indulge in sharp words even on the brink of death.
Since he had confirmed that Zhunti had come determined to kill him, he would waste no more effort on pointless wrangling.
And...
Luohu would certainly never do anything as spineless as kneeling to beg for mercy.
He was the Demon Ancestor.
Even with his cultivation diminished, even trapped in a desperate plight, the Demon Ancestor's spine would never bend.
Even if a Sage stood before him, even if the gulf between their cultivation was like a heavenly chasm.
Then he would fight!
Boom...
Luohu struck first.
He formed seals with both hands, and dark-purple demonic qi surged wildly from his body like a flood bursting through a breached dam.
In an instant, the entire dark space was filled with this savagely violent aura of the devil dao.
Countless heart-demon phantoms coalesced from the void, roaring and howling as they became an army of Demon Gods that swept toward Zhunti.
This was Luohu's method.
Among the arts of the devil dao, the heart-demon laws were the most uncanny.
Unlike the righteous path's open grandeur or the Buddhist School's solemn compassion, they were renowned for their venomous malice, ghostly nature, and unfathomable workings.
Once heart-demons emerged, they could disrupt the mind, bewilder the senses, and lead someone unwittingly into demonic delusion, their primordial spirit collapsing without their even knowing.
Luohu knew full well that he had no chance of victory if he confronted a Sage head-on.
Thus, his strategy had been clear from the outset.
He sought not to wound his enemy, only to preserve himself.
He would use the power of heart-demons to disturb Zhunti's mind, creating chaos through the devil dao's uncanny, ever-changing methods to secure a