If it were an ordinary Divine Dao cultivator, even a combined strike from several of them would at most leave Old Man Guangdu with superficial wounds—never enough to cause any real damage.
But the combined attack of two Divine Spirits was at least equivalent to the coordinated assault of four or five ordinary Divine Dao cultivators. Moreover, this was no mundane physical attack—it carried the profound mysteries of the two Divine Spirits themselves, manifesting as formidable Divine Abilities.
The Mountain and River Shattering Claw merely had to swipe casually to crumble mountains and rivers. That kind of power posed an enormous challenge to any defense.
A single swipe, and Old Man Guangdu's left arm was torn apart entirely—shredded clean off his body.
As for the Heavenly Fire, its might condensed in an instant into a bead the size of a grain of rice, which shot through the wound where the arm had been torn away.
The next instant, that tiny bead detonated. The terrifying power of the Heavenly Fire erupted inside Old Man Guangdu's body.
Old Man Guangdu's entire frame shuddered. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.
The Black Tortoise Divine Beast had always been a cautious sort by nature, but after battle after relentless battle, his fighting spirit had been thoroughly ignited.
He let out a strange, cackling laugh: "Don't worry—my back has self-healing abilities. Unless he can destroy it in a single instant, even a crack or two will mend in the span of a single breath."
Every Divine Spirit possessed its own monstrous ability.
And the Black Tortoise Divine Beast's monstrous gift lay in his defense and recovery.
"Both of you, get behind me—I'll cover you!" The Black Tortoise Divine Beast clearly intended to claim great battlefield merit in this fight as well.
The Vermilion Bird Divine Spirit obeyed without hesitation. He knew that in terms of offensive power, he was somewhat stronger than the Black Tortoise Divine Beast—but as for defense, he was absolutely not on the same level.
Even if he was accidentally forced out of his dharma body and the concealment technique was broken, his physical body's defensive resilience was more than formidable enough.
Most importantly, the True Dragon clan's recovery ability was equally heaven-defying—even more so than the Black Tortoise's. As long as a True Dragon's divine soul was not completely shattered, even a single wisp of soul remaining intact would allow it to gradually condense its bloodline and reconstitute itself anew.
That was the defining trait of the True Dragon clan.
As for the Vermilion Bird clan, their greatest characteristic was their extraordinary lifespan and the ability to undergo Nirvana rebirth—reborn through fire, time and again. Each rebirth made their life force even more powerful.
This was precisely why the Four Divine Beast bloodlines were each such extraordinary existences, each containing the most supreme and wondrous principles of all the heavens.
Old Man Guangdu, missing an arm, looked even more hideous than before.
His gaze raked across the three Divine Spirits with wild ferocity: "You three fools! What does the human race have to do with you? Is it worth fighting on their behalf? Worth wagering your lives against this old ancestor for their sake? Are you not afraid that I'll fight to the death and drag you all down with me?"
Long Xiaoxuan snorted coldly: "Save the act. The human race may have many weaknesses, but their reputation is at least ten times better than you demons'."