nged a powerful individual such as yourself." 。If there have been any disrespectful acts in the past, please feel free to state them. I will do everything in my power to compensate for your losses. 。...The ten-tailed demon cat’s eyes flickered with uncertainty. It didn't need the infant soul fruit, but it was about to give birth. Under the infant soul tree, there was a spirit creature that constantly absorbed spiritual energy through the tree. Once the infant soul fruit was picked, the spirit creature wouldn't have enough spiritual energy absorbed, and in its severely injured state, giving birth would likely fail. Furthermore, its depleted energy could lead to death from its injuries.
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We absolutely cannot let these few cultivator races get away. I've already killed nearly ten of them, and while these guys in front of me seem a bit stronger, it's no big deal to spend some more resources to kill them.
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The sudden chill in Tieji Back Demon's eyes made Xiang Siceng and the others realize something was wrong. They moved their steps and formed a defensive circle, facing Tieji Back Demon head-on.
"Looks like you're looking for death, fine, I'll just pay a little extra to have you killed."
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The Ironthorn Armored Demon Lion lurched, its massive body leaping hundreds of feet to charge at the crowd. Ordinarily, it could easily suppress them with its demonic power. However, heavily wounded as it was, it had to conserve its strength as much as possible.
"Bring out your best. Since we're turning back, don't even think about retreating as easily as before."
Xiang Sicheng's face was grim. He drew out his ice-blue fan and waved it repeatedly, summoning several icy gales filled with tiny ice crystals that swirled towards the iron-spined demon feline. Wherever the gales passed, the ground was covered in a thick layer of ice crystals. The valley instantly became like winter had arrived; a biting cold wind swept through.
The power of the spirit artifact lay in its ability to cast spells without draining the caster's mana. Its continuous attacks surpassed even the strongest assault of an ordinary cultivator. However, this lack also presented a clear danger: as Xi Cheng repeatedly used it, the runes on the ice-blue fan flickered and dimmed at a visible rate.
"What are you waiting for, get together and fight side by side! Don't give this monster a chance to take us down one by one."
The humanoid ghost let out a shriek, spreading its arms wide. Five sinister white-boned falcons shot into the sky. They moved strangely in the air, forming an odd formation unlike any before. It was similar to last time, but this time it wasn't using gray qi to bind. After all, a technique useful against a Golden Core cultivator would be counterproductive against a Iron Spiked Back Demon Lion.
A great deal of gray qi erupted from the five white bone falcons, and in the blink of an eye, all that could be seen was a sphere of gray within several dozen zhang, encasing the ghostly figures. The gray qi churned in the air, forming a gigantic ghost face cloud that cackled menacingly as it drifted above the Ten-Tiered Demon Leopard. Suddenly, with ferocious malice, it lunged down with a bite.
The Tieji Back Beast Yao Ni opened its mouth and spat out a mud spear infused with a large amount of crimson-blue spiritual fire. It effortlessly shattered several windstorms conjured by Xiang Si Cheng. The ice crystals in the windstorm collided with the spiritual fire, turning into raindrops that fell from the sky. In the blink of an eye, the area was like a light rain shower.
However, the attacks of the humanoid ghosts were abnormally tight-packed. Xiang Siceng's attacks were only broken by the iron-spined back demon cat. The huge dark cloud transformed by the humanoid ghost bit down from the air.
The iron-spined back fiend roared, its body crouching low. Its long, sturdy tail lashed out like a phantom, striking the ghostly face that had bitten down on it.
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The ghastly face was instantly shattered, and the iron-spined demon beast's tail, like a steel whip, struck straight in. A series of bone-cracking sounds echoed from within the swirling dark clouds, accompanied by the agonizing shrieks of the humanoid ghost cultivator. In a single move, the darkness dissipated, and the ghostly figure retreated violently from the cloud.
The Iron-Spined Beast, with a ferocious blow, sent shivers down the spines of Lu Xia Tian and his companions. Perhaps due to the excessive force used in the attack, the beast's massive body trembled slightly.
Although the many Jindan cultivators present were far inferior in cultivation to this demonic beast, every one of them who had cultivated to this point was an extremely experienced person. The slight change in the Iron-Spine Backed Demonic Lion was quickly captured by everyone. Once again, it verified the fact that the demonic lion was seriously injured.
The Iron-Spined Demon Cat was about to pursue the humanoid ghost when a cry of an infant suddenly rang out in the air. A row of ghastly infant skulls, pale as death, appeared, stretching long shadows across the sky. Dozens of them, some appearing solid, others like phantoms—this was Lu Xia Tian's doing. Even with one glance, it was impossible to tell which were real and which were illusions. This move had never been used by the Soul-Taking Infant Monk before. It seemed that in the few years since their last battle, the Soul-Taking Infant Monk hadn't wasted his time.
As Lu Xia Tian drew his bow and nocked an arrow, he secretly observed the dozens of weeping infant skeletons. There were hidden dangers within, but he couldn't quite discern them. However, what Lu Xia Tian couldn't identify was perhaps clear to the demon-lion's eyes.
The demon beast's strike sent the humanoid ghost flying, its tail whipping around again. It aimed for the first little ghost, but at this moment, the Grim Reaper Infant Monk also reacted, and dozens of ghosts lined up and scattered.
The demon beast's tail swished back and forth, and Lu Xiaotian heard a hint of panic in the ghost infant's voice. He no longer hesitated, and the fire dragon arrow in his hand whistled out, flying directly towards the demon beast's wound.
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At the same time, Lao Gui and Du Fenghu also launched their attacks, restraining the demon lion before them. Even though they were seriously injured, it was not something they could easily handle. In this situation, all six of Lu Xiaottian's party fought with true fire.
The attacks launched were extraordinary, and each one individually would be difficult to withstand even from the Iron Armored Demon Beast. However, the six of them had extremely rich experience in joint combat.
After a few moments of fighting the Yao Ni, it was discovered that its demonic power seemed to be somewhat insufficient. At that moment, everyone rejoiced, the six people automatically divided into three groups, two per group, attacking or defending at the same time. After all, the attacks of the Tieji Back Yao Ni could not be easily handled by any one person. However, with the joint efforts of two people, the damage could be minimized to the lowest level.
Lu Xia Tian, Xiang Si Cheng and four others surrounded the Iron Spined Back Demon Beast, launching a fierce attack with seamless coordination. The Iron Spined Back Demon Beast roared repeatedly under their relentless assault, its massive, swollen body shaking violently after each hit.
As a tenth-order demon beast, its intelligence was already no different from that of ordinary people. However, it had previously fought with a tenth-level warrior of the Giant Stone Clan and suffered severe injuries to its energy. At this time, it was about to give birth, and its combat power was further reduced. Now, it was being besieged by these six cultivators who were once like ants, beating it relentlessly. The Iron Thorn Back Demon Cat was naturally very aggrieved.
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However, even with Xiang Sicheng and Lu Xiaoteng's combined abilities, six individuals at their level still posed a formidable challenge. Though Xiang Sicheng's cultivation base was slightly weaker, his spirit talisman artifacts and ninth-grade spirit talismans more than compensated for this gap. The others were already in the late stages of the Golden Core realm or comparable ghostly cultivators. Even within this realm, it would be incredibly difficult to assemble such a formidable lineup of top experts.
Even the Iron-Spiked Backed Demon Cat, under the attack of six people, now felt a considerable threat.thless attack, as if facing an enemy.Furthermore, Lu Xia Tian vaguely sensed a formation interwoven with almost law-like power. It could be confirmed that none of the eighteen puppet warriors housed t...