Beneath his feet stretched an endless abyss. A shuddering dread rose from its depths, as if some terrifying ghostly evil lurked there. The Demon-Suppressing Tower inside him had activated on its own to protect him. Yet even though the tower was the core cultivation method passed down by the Buddhist sect, it was like a young tiger facing a pack of grown wolves.
"Futile as a cup of water against a cartload of fire" could not have better described the situation. The protective Buddhist light was crumbling at a visible pace, while the strange black-purple vapor creeping down from above still tried to burrow into his body.
If he let it seep inside, there would be no saving him. As Lu Xiaotian fell, he spotted something strange on a distant cliff face: several fine lines of an array, and a dragon-patterned ghost weng whose aura was second only to that of two fully grown dragon-patterned ghost weng. It was far stronger than any other one Lu Xiaotian had encountered. While the other dragon-patterned ghost weng of the Divine Void Realm tumbled down alongside stones of every size, like dumplings dropping into a pot, this powerful creature had somehow avoided the fall and remained on the peculiar cliff face.
"Fallen-Spirit Netherwater! No wonder the dragon-patterned ghost weng's ghostly mist is so powerful. It turns out they've been absorbing Fallen-Spirit Netherwater." The Eastern One Bear Emperor was extremely wary of the Fallen-Spirit Netherwater. He swung his thick-backed demonic blade wildly, summoning a Fire-Spirit Barrier of demonic flames and a shield of blood-qi. Yet the Fallen-Spirit Netherwater still corroded the defenses, making them hiss.
The other few Body Integration old monsters also looked grave, each keeping the Fallen-Spirit Netherwater at bay.
By contrast, the dragon-patterned ghost weng had spent years absorbing and refining