Chapter 38 - 34: The Blustering Old Man, Three Steps, Twelve Grins
A voice with a somewhat strange tone suddenly rang out, "Attack together, crush him!"
It was the tallest of the remaining three Liao Race Leaders of the Marsh Python Liao Race who issued the command. The three Leaders positioned themselves at three different angles, standing behind three groups of Demon People Race members, and slowly closed in. Those who heard the command opened their massive jaws, whipped their giant tails, and charged madly towards Lin Xuankong!
The battle instantly became intensely fierce. Dozens of Demon People Race members swung their giant tails, lifting every object that could be used as a weapon, and flung them towards Lin Xuankong.
Countless stones, wooden stakes, and other objects whistled through the air, smashing towards Lin Xuankong. Around him, more than ten Marsh Python Liao Race members lashed their giant tails at his head, body, and legs!
In that instant, countless attacks, like an inescapable net, completely engulfed Lin Xuankong!
Any Martial Cultivator who saw this scene turned pale with fright. Whether it was Han Lu and the others defending the city or the disciples on Cow and Horse Street, their hearts instantly clenched.
They hadn’t even had time to be astonished and joyful at Lin Xuankong’s instant killing of the Liao Race Leader, as they could no longer find his figure amidst the overwhelming attacks!
Almost no one believed that Lin Xuankong could survive such a terrifying onslaught!
However, just as their hearts tightened, a figure burst out from the center of the overwhelming attacks, crashing into the group of Demon People.
He withstood the stones, wooden stakes, and the giant tails of the Demon People—capable of smashing any living being—took a step forward, and crashed into the body of a Demon Person!
His Mid-grade Realm of the Second Layer, combined with his massive Qi Blood, allowed him to easily saturate every inch of his body with condensed Qi Blood from the Mid-grade Second Layer. The attacks of stones, wooden stakes, and giant tails struck his body with constant booming sounds but didn’t harm him in the slightest, nor could they stop his charge!
This old man, wildly charging through the attacks of a hundred Demon People, this elder surging through the night, firelight, and blood, took his first step. He knocked a Demon Person flying, his right arm darting out like lightning to tap the forehead of the "flying" Demon Person, whose skull instantly exploded!