The Netherwind Battleaxe struggled violently, but it was no longer in the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord's hands. Even though it had become a nascent magical treasure, it was hardly powerful enough to defy the heavens. After all, Xiang Huaxin, a Spirit Transformation elder, was still there to hold the fort. Now that Lu Xiaotian had swallowed the Primordial Spirit essence of the Old Toad, his combat strength was nearly on par with the injured Xiang Huaxin's. With the two of them joining forces, they had the Netherwind Battleaxe firmly pinned down.
Under their relentless barrage, the fierce flames on the Netherwind Battleaxe gradually faded. Before long, the ghostly aura that had blazed with murderous light let out a mournful wail. Lu Xiaotian's eyes flashed. Seizing the moment while the battleaxe was badly damaged, he sent the ghost axe straight into a Sumeru ring.
"Haha, excellent! We've even taken that old ghost's axe. The battle's as good as won!" Xiang Kuang roared with laughter.
"Let's go. The Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord has gotten far away. We'd better not let anything else go wrong." Lu Xiaotian felt greatly relieved. When he and Xiang Huaxin had just subdued the Netherwind Battleaxe, they had used up only a small part of the Old Toad's Primordial Spirit essence. Even if something unexpected happened later, they still had the strength to fight.
At the distant horizon, the phantom crocodile-dragon unleashed by the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord spat out another breath of dragon fire, striking the enormous ring of blades. With a boom, the eighteen long blades burst apart, each flying back toward one of the eighteen golden figures.
The eighteen golden figures suppressing the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord all shouted as they fell back, each catching a blade. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief,