"Niutan, from here on, stop and block the enemy's attacks." Once Zhao Xin had steadied herself, Lu Xiaotian let out a cold laugh. The mastermind hidden within this black mist was incredibly formidable, its strength even surpassing his own, but its appetite was simply too large. It wanted to wipe them all out in one go. It could not accomplish that through its own strength alone, so it had to rely on this strange black mist to turn the cultivators into blind men, then muddy the waters and pick them off one by one.
The Nascent Soul Cultivators present had all weathered countless battles. It was not that none of them had seen where the crux of the problem lay. They simply lacked Lu Xiaotian's powerful Primordial Spirit, as well as the various methods aided by his True-Illusory Ice Eyes and Purpleleaf Zhenwu, and thus could not find a reasonable way to break through the deadlock.
Now that Zhao Xin had established her footing, she understood Lu Xiaotian's method of dealing with the mastermind without needing him to say much.
"Fine. That bastard wants to kill every one of us. A man with an insatiable appetite is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant. Since Fellow Daoist Lu, you have a way, let's make this bastard learn what it feels like to eat more than he can swallow and choke to death."
Niutan let out an angry snort and was no longer as flustered as before. He summoned the Little Xun Bull Demon Seal and sent it crashing out repeatedly, intercepting several sinister attacks. However, like Zhao Xin, Niutan could not block every attack. Lu Xiaotian's sword formation arrived in time, taking an attack that would have left Niutan gravely wounded and saving him from the brink of disaster.