"Those who desecrate the Heavenly Dao, die..."
Round and round, Tian Can and Di Que kept repeating these words.
Their attacks were always razor-sharp, but their expressions seemed dazed, their eyes dull and lacking the vitality expected of living beings.
Lu Yingtian, who was resisting their attacks head-on, naturally noticed this.
However, faced with the barrage of attacks materializing from musical notes, dense like raindrops, he was already struggling, at a distinct disadvantage, realizing the oddity of Tian Can and Di Que's demeanor without the strength to act on it.
His defenses were strong, but when it came to offense, there was not much to admire.
To put it simply, he was like a high-defense, high-health meat shield.
Perhaps it was this foundation that emboldened him to take the lead and charge forward.
After enduring several rounds of attacks from Tian Can and Di Que, he was drenched in sweat, feeling overwhelmed.
