In the wake of the rampage of the Profound Fire Flying Needles, the black lotus beneath the Flame Lord's feet scattered once more, transforming into more than a dozen black-lotus flying blades that shot toward Lu Xiaotian like bolts of lightning. They blocked most of Lu Xiaotian's attacks. At this moment, the Flame Lord no longer sought merit—he only sought to avoid mistakes.
Although the Yin-Yang Baleful Intent Venerables were only at the Integrated Body Middle Stage, they were still a considerable aid to him. This was especially true after he had been injured. Whether out of consideration for their sect or for the sake of profit, the Yin-Yang Baleful Intent Venerables could not simply stand by and ignore him.
However, the Yin-Yang Baleful Intent Venerables had completely lost their will to fight. The three of them at their peak had barely joined forces before Lu Xiaotian broke their formation. Naturally, their situation had gone from bad to worse.
Whoosh! An Annihilation Arrow pierced through the Fat Lama's waist. His corpulent body trembled in the void, and he nearly lost his footing.
However, the Fat Lama's desire to survive was extraordinarily strong. In the end, with the Flame Lord covering him, he joined forces with the Thin Lama and retreated.
A cornered enemy should not be pursued. Aside from the Fat Lama's heavier injuries, all three of them still retained their fighting strength. If they forcibly suppressed their injuries and were truly driven into a dead end, Lu Xiaotian would not be able to take all three down in a short time.
The Blazing Sun Fire sank into the Profound Fire Flying Needles several times. Lu Xiaotian raised his hand and recalled the twelve Profound Fire Flying Needles. The scorching sun in the void vanished once more into the clouds.