Though the Misty Flying Sword was sharp, once the Bloodweeping Mosquito Demon got serious, the blood-colored prison formed by the Red Crystal Demon Prism was no easy thing to break through. Meanwhile, the spiritual rainbow flying sword summoned by Wu Changlian pressed down with astonishing force. The giant ice serpent manifested by Lu Xiaotian's Soul-Merging Art kept shrinking under its assault. For now, only by joining forces with the Fangtian Halberd could he barely hold off Wu Changlian's offensive.
Seeing Wu Changlian looking so calm and composed, as if he still had another card to play, Lu Xiaotian frowned slightly. He still had the soul essences of three other body-integration cultivators in his possession, so he would not be in any immediate danger. But fighting two opponents at once—especially with Wu Changlian, a mid-stage body-integration powerhouse among them—put him at too great a disadvantage. It looked as though escaping would be no easy feat.
"It seems my decision to pursue you relentlessly was as right as it could possibly have been." Wu Changlian was just as astonished as Lu Xiaotian. How many years had it been since the other man entered the body-integration realm? He had already reached such heights. If Wu Changlian had not been lucky enough to devour the Hidden Demon Sword Embryo of the Blue-Armored Old Devil, then despite having entered the body-integration realm thousands of years earlier, he might already have been no match for Lu Xiaotian.
Wu Changlian flipped his hand, and a green treasure mirror appeared amid a flash of spiritual light. Earlier, in the Dark Demon Mound, he had sacrificed the green treasure mirror to create a swath of green clouds and restrain Pig Seven's group, all to keep Lu Xiaotian and the others from escaping. The mirror no longer shone with its