The broad-browed old man knew Lu Xiaotian was extremely displeased that he had misjudged the danger of the Stone-Mirror Desert. Gritting his teeth, he summoned an ancient talisman above his head, and three white tigers with hanging eyes burst from the spiritual radiance once more.
This time, however, the broad-browed old man's technique had changed somewhat. He rubbed his palms together, then spread one hand, and the black shield talisman split into three before shooting forward.
The three white tiger talisman beasts rose onto their hind legs and transformed into white tiger warriors. Each held a great shield formed from a jade talisman and stood before the group.
Clink, clink, clink... Countless crystal fragments struck the black shields. The three great shields propped up a small space of relative safety for everyone.
Lu Xiaotian was just about to lead everyone out of the Stone-Mirror Desert first and see whether there was another relatively safe route around it when, before he could speak, a dark, oppressive mass appeared in the distance. Even the Heaven-Piercing Devil Lord and the Firecloud Monster wore horrified expressions. Countless flying armored lice drifted over like vast swaths of dark clouds, completely blotting out the sky above them.
The dozen or so demonfolk who had hidden themselves among the clouds and fled, along with many more Boundary-Guarding Immortals, no longer had the leisure to care about their former enmity. Now, pursued by the flying armored lice, they scattered in panic. They could no longer maintain their former immortal dignity and fled with dirt on their faces and heads. In such a chaotic situation, being able to save their own lives was all that mattered. Who had the time to demand anything more?
Behind them, one demonfolk and two immortals were somewhat weaker, or had exhausted too much