If he had been familiar with the changes in strength brought about by his advancement, the situation before him would never have become this dire.
Vine whips danced everywhere like phantoms. Between Lu Xiaotian and the monster, an area several hundred zhang across had become a forbidden zone. One Buddhist swastika seal after another descended, propelled by the radiance of the Fanluo Spiritfire, and their power grew even greater. Yet the monster's strength was no ordinary matter. With Lu Xiaotian's current power—at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage and possessing a Tenth Tier physical body—even he found it difficult to subdue the creature for the moment.
At this moment, Lu Xiaotian had brought out the seventh-level pagoda, and his magical power was circulating at full force. He had no strength left to use any other means, while one of the monster's transparent vine whips was still clenched in his hand. If not for his dual cultivation of body and magic, and his astonishing physical strength, he would already have shown signs of defeat.
The monster was likewise astonished. As the battle with Lu Xiaotian raged fiercely, not only had its transparent vine whip—its killing weapon—failed to accomplish anything, it could not even withdraw it. The physical strength of this human cultivator was actually no weaker than that of most demons.
However, just as the monster was marveling at Lu Xiaotian's strength, an overwhelming force suddenly yanked it into the air. The force came from the two transparent vine whips. The monster's eyes filled with terror, and before it could react, its body was dragged toward its opponent. At the same time, the previously detached aura of the blue-robed, silver-haired cultivator abruptly changed. He became wild and domineering, ferocious as a demon!
"Not good!" the monster shrieked. It struggled desperately to break