Lu Xiaotian was well versed in formations. He had sensed the danger as soon as the caltrops had burst apart, sending four waves of wooden spikes flying. If he'd wanted to dodge, Purpleleaf Zhenwu would never have had the chance to surround him.
After all, two Fusion Realm experts were fighting. The violent fluctuations of their magic power swept across hundreds of miles. Even a Fusion Realm cultivator at a distance could sense them, let alone Ye Qianxun and the Nine-Eyed Demon Owl, whose cultivation reached the heavens and earth.
Purpleleaf Zhenwu was already quite formidable. It wouldn't be easy to subdue him, especially since Lu Xiaotian couldn't currently use several of his divine abilities, or their power had greatly diminished.
By the time the four wooden flood dragons had wrapped around Lu Xiaotian, they were less than a zhang from his body. Their immense binding force made even him feel as though his breathing were being constricted.
Purpleleaf Zhenwu was wondering why Lu Xiaotian was so reckless when the wooden flood dragons suddenly seemed to coil around a pillar of solid steel. Lu Xiaotian, who looked so much smaller than the dragons that they ought to have snapped him with a single squeeze, stood immovable as a boulder.
Purpleleaf Zhenwu suddenly cried out in pain. It felt as though electric current had coursed through his entire body, pain and numbness mingling together. For a moment, the magic power within him failed to circulate as smoothly as usual.
Purpleleaf Zhenwu was inwardly alarmed. Before he could react, Lu Xiaotian's seemingly ordinary hands brought two converged wooden flood dragons together in a single strike. They let out a mournful cry and burst apart into individual wooden spikes, which drifted listlessly through the air, utterly devoid of their former vigor.
Lu Xiaotian,