Lama Treads the Tortoise
The white-robed woman seemed to be running out of strength. The middle-aged lama forcibly collected several sets of immortal artifacts, leaving her without the initiative. Before she could use any other means, the surging flames in the void suddenly formed a gigantic tusked boar. It opened its great maw and took advantage of the moment to swallow the white-robed woman whole.
The white-robed woman let out a pained groan and instantly transformed into a streak of white light that exploded outward, drilling through a torn opening. Her expression panicked as she fled into the distance. How could she still dare to ride the immortal turtle together with the middle-aged lama?
The middle-aged lama refused to let up. He chanted moo om ma, and the esoteric mantra transformed into a lama-shaped radiance. With one palm strike, he pressed the white-robed woman into the heavy water. She seemed to be gravely injured; she sank without putting up much of a struggle and vanished completely from sight.
"This middle-aged lama is indeed strong, but a chance to find a foothold is hard to come by, so we can't miss it." Lin Wei gave a low laugh. The middle-aged lama's strength was no weaker than his own, but didn't he still have Lu Xiaotian beside him? If Lu Xiaotian went all out, he could defeat this formidable middle-aged lama without even needing Lin Wei to act.
"That's true. You strike first and keep the middle-aged lama occupied. I'll cover you from behind and find a chance to deliver the fatal blow," Lu Xiaotian said.
"Very well." Lin Fang was naturally somewhat displeased, but he had no way to resist Lu Xiaotian's arrangement. After all, he was weaker than the other man, and the Green Vine immortal artifact he relied on