One after another, baleful weapons formed from corpse qi slashed against the pagoda's light curtain. It shuddered incessantly and grew thinner under the assault, but soon the Demon-Suppressing Tower flickered, and the curtain was replenished at lightning speed.
In the blink of an eye, it had returned to its original state. Then it grew thicker and thicker, forming a solid barrier that came crashing down on Di Kun.
"Roar!" Beneath the Demon-Suppressing Tower, Di Kun held the barrier aloft with one hand. His three tails tried to lash out at Lu Xiaotian. Unexpectedly, the barrier formed by the pagoda's light curtain suddenly dropped to the ground, becoming a dome that trapped all three tails inside.
But sealing Di Kun airtight with the pagoda's light was no easy task. His three tails were comparable to spirit artifacts and lashed at the barrier without pause, making the dome shudder incessantly. Yet the Demon-Suppressing Tower's foundation was immense. The silver-leaf paulownia wood used to craft it and the methods used to refine it were both of the highest caliber, all thanks to Lu Xiaotian. He had nurtured it to the utmost limit this world could bear.
And the Demon-Suppressing Tower's might was by no means limited to suppression.
Lu Xiaotian's expression was cold and stern as a great torrent of Fanluo Spiritfire poured into the pagoda's light curtain, engulfing Di Kun's entire body.
Di Kun's expression changed dramatically. The seven Demon-Suppressing Towers had accumulated far too much Fanluo Spiritfire. Although the silver-blue corpse fire in his body was no less powerful, it was vastly outnumbered by the blazing sea before him. What was more, Di Kun could scarcely imagine how perfectly the Fanluo Spiritfire and the Demon-Suppressing Tower worked together.
What made Di Kun even more wary was the Fire Crow Lu Xiaotian