At that moment, the seven Demon-Suppressing Towers suspended in the void were undoubtedly of a higher grade than the mantra gold hoop. The phantom spirit that had taken Lu Xiaotian's form pressed his palms together and chanted in Sanskrit. At the same time, Buddhist chants rang out from within the seven towers. Ancient silver radiance appeared in succession, filling the space inside the seven-story pagoda and dyeing the entire void a silvery hue.
This ancient silver radiance was no boon to the demon infants; it could do them great harm. But under Lu Xiaotian's control, it flowed through the air like quicksilver, never touching the pair. Instead, it gathered into a thin stream that wound around the mantra gold hoop.
Golden light shimmered across the mantra gold hoop. It seemed to resent the ancient silver radiance entering it, but for all its anger, it could not stop the light from steadily seeping inside.
"A wisp of the former owner's divine sense still lingers in this mantra gold hoop." A flicker of surprise crossed Lu Xiaotian's face, but he did not stop chanting.
Knowing it could not resist the Demon-Suppressing Tower's invasion and control, the mantra gold hoop blazed with golden light and began to contract. It clearly meant to muster its remaining strength and crush the two demon infants before Lu Xiaotian could control it.
"Even the Demon-Suppressing Tower alone can barely restrain it." Lu Xiaotian's expression tightened. He had only just broken through, and his realm was not yet stable. Otherwise, beneath the seven-story pagoda, the mantra gold hoop would have had little power to resist. Even so, it would still be subdued in the end. But though the tower could subdue the hoop, the demon infants might not survive until then.
Just as King Li's expression changed drastically,