In this situation, if he had to fend off the aloof woman's attacks for the several members of the Devil Lord's group by himself, Lu Xiaotian would be too busy to think straight.
Seeing that the chance to kill the turtle-backed immortal once and for all had slipped away, Lu Xiaotian could only sigh inwardly at the loss. The aloof woman was no weakling. At the very least, since he had crossed the Thunder Domain, she was the strongest opponent he had faced.
Amid the sandstorm filling the sky, the only things that truly threatened Lu Xiaotian were a mere dozen or so crystal grains, so tiny they could almost be dismissed as insignificant. Those with lesser strength could not even detect anything unusual about them.
At Lu Xiaotian's level, the endless wind and sand were all like bubbles and shadows, while those dozen or so crystal grains were as tiny as specks of dust yet heavier than a mountain.
Lu Xiaotian beckoned with one hand. The Fangtian Halberd lay horizontally like a mountain ridge, and the conception of mountains and rivers burst forth.
Rumble...
The sandstorm filling the sky crashed into the mountains and rivers of his conception. The heavens seemed to collapse and the earth to split apart. The clash between immortals looked as if it could destroy the world, but in truth, only a breeze passed through the valley. To those of lesser cultivation, the valley seemed hardly changed at all.
Thump, thump—
The crystal grains came hurtling in one after another. Lu Xiaotian's body swayed in the gale, while the mountain ridge formed by the Fangtian Halberd, like a giant dragon, blocked each grain in turn. Yet parts of the ridge kept exploding away or crumbling apart.
After colliding repeatedly with the mountain ridge, the dozen