"Ah!"
Whether in fury or terror, Hong Tiangui shuddered. One hand clenched the iron spear, his white hair stood on end, and his lone eye widened as he stared fixedly at the cold, blood-smeared face before him.
The next instant, without hesitation, he unleashed Baji Boxing's Yama's Three-Point Hand, chopping a palm straight down at Lian Youming's crown.
But two figures darted in just then, both springing into the air. From either side, they swept a kick into Hong Tiangui's chest, interrupting the old monster's attack and forcing him back.
Seeing their chance for victory, Chen Babai lunged forward again. Together with Situ Wudi and Gong Wuer, he attacked from three directions, fists, palms, fingers, and claws all targeting vital points.
However formidable this Mystic Connection old monster was, he was still flesh and blood, which meant he had limits.
In a prolonged battle, the depletion of vital energy and spirit, and even changes in one's state of mind, would affect one's condition.
This ability of foresight was a sixth sense refined through the union of spirit and body. Once the body was injured or impaired, even if it could sense danger and killing intent, the body would gradually fall behind. Put simply, the spirit could perceive it, but the body's reactions would slowly cease to keep up.
Then openings would appear on their own.
This was also how those martial grandmasters had fought when they went northward to exterminate demons all those years ago. They had fought the few with the many, staking their lives on victory, trading their lives for openings in these Mystic Connection martial artists. Thus they had opened a path for those who followed, paved with flesh and blood.
Holding the iron spear, Lian Youming staggered, fell, and rolled across the ground. When he propped