"You..."
The expression hidden under the Demon Armor was somewhat astonished and bewildered.
His body shifted, the immense power made the shock in his eyes flash not with panic, but with disbelief.
Retreating rapidly, tens of steps back, but the young man nearly ten years younger than him resembled a mad dog. The moment his front foot swung out Sword Qi, his back foot had already sent eight flying swords swirling in the air, drilling towards the joints of the Demon Armor like Spiritual Snakes from various tricky angles.
Having just undergone an impact, even the Demon Clan disciple couldn't help but wait to recover his strength at this moment, forced by circumstances to raise one hand upward. There was no more contempt in his eyes, and for the first time, he felt a sense of danger from the middle-grade Core Formation youth before him.
"Demon Shield Defense."
Clang—
