In fact, just as Yu Ya had thought, the Misty Flying Sword was an enormous help to Lu Xiaotian in this situation. Back then, his ability to barely hold off the Phantom Scorpion King with Ban Qianzhi and the Misty Flying Sword had been no coincidence. When powerful foes clashed, even the slightest advantage could prove decisive—not to mention a powerful asset like this.
However, the Demon-Suppressing Tower had a certain suppressive effect on the corpse-demon aura of the Three-Halberd Corpse Ape, which slightly improved Lu Xiaotian's unfavorable situation.
As he fought the Three-Halberd Corpse Ape, Lu Xiaotian slapped his hand down, sending twelve formation flags to hang in the surrounding void.
Buzz! One of the formation flags dropped into place. Spiritual light shimmered in the void, and even that single flag had brought forth a sharp, murderous aura.
"A formation? You dare try to divide your attention and set one up while fighting me? You've got quite the nerve." The Three-Halberd Corpse Ape sneered repeatedly. If Lu Xiaotian had been stronger than him, that would have been one thing. But trying to split his attention while already the weaker opponent was tantamount to courting death.
Surrounded by seven Demon-Suppressing Towers, the three corpse apes spoke in unison, as though they were one. Each let out a long howl and spat out a corpse aura as thick as a bowl. The dense aura, nearly solid, twisted in the void and, in the blink of an eye, formed a demonic ape apparition hundreds of feet tall, with three heads and six arms.
Seizing the opportunity, the three corpse apes each swept both hands through the air, clashing with the interwoven golden and silver Buddhist light. The two sides struggled against each other. Rumble! The void seemed to resound with rolling thunder.