The beautiful middle-aged woman had managed to react to one crisis after another, but by now she was nearly at the end of her strength. Lu Xiaotian raised a hand and recalled the Fangtian Halberd. Then he opened his mouth and spat out a treasure mirror. It was the Illusion Mirror, which he had cultivated for many years. Among Lu Xiaotian's magic treasures, the Illusion Mirror was relatively weak in offensive power—but only by comparison. It was more than enough to deal with the beautiful middle-aged woman.
Lu Xiaotian pointed, and the Illusion Mirror flashed forward several zhang. Beams of light appeared within it, shooting toward the beautiful middle-aged woman. After blocking several beams in succession, she began to falter. One beam struck her body, blasting a huge hole through it. Though such a grievous injury was not fatal to a cultivator at the Body Integration Realm, her current predicament only grew worse. Several more beams came at her. Already gravely wounded, she had no strength left to resist and was blasted to ashes. Her Primordial Spirit, however, reacted extremely quickly and fled straight into the sea of flowers. Even Lu Xiaotian was caught off guard for a moment. The woman's Primordial Spirit had merged seamlessly with the flowers, leaving no trace to find.
Lu Xiaotian reached out and drew over the woman's Sumeru Ring and the triangular banner, which was still struggling.
With no one controlling the formation, its spiritual power descended into chaos, and swathes of white kapok flowers all around them withered and died. The gaunt old woman and the eerie man had lost every last bit of fighting spirit. The three of them had plotted together to kill Lu Xiaotian and his companion, only to be ambushed and lose one of their number. How could the