Forced Into the Open
If Zhao Qifeng and Xu Suqin expended too much of their strength, then even if they defeated the Mistwolf Cavalry Warrior, they would still have to face the two hostile True Immortals lying in wait to swoop in like orioles after the mantis. Their predicament was easy to imagine. Their enemies would never pass up the chance to kick them while they were down.
"Fellow Daoist Xinhong, please protect me while I work. I'd like to test the power of this Ice Demon Pot." Lu Xiaotian glanced around, but couldn't find any flaws in the surrounding restriction. While it remained still, he had no way to locate a breach. But there were many ways to break a formation. Since he couldn't find an opening while the restriction was still, he would simply try to make it move.
"Of course. Rest assured, Fellow Daoist Dongfang. It won't be easy for them to get to you." Xinhong nodded. She was even more curious than Lu Xiaotian to see what made the Ice Demon Pot so extraordinary, given how painstakingly he had taken control of it.
Lu Xiaotian raised his palm, and the Ice Demon Pot in his hand floated before him. Ice mist swirled around it. As his immortal essence stirred it to life, demonic winds howled within, accompanied by a series of strange sounds.
Brilliant spiritual light blazed from the Ice Demon Pot, turning it into a dazzling white orb. Its surface rippled and warped, seeming to take the shape of a huge, potbellied toad. The toad gulped, and the white mist all around them was violently drawn toward it, pouring into the ice pot.
"That kid looks like he's only in the late stage of the Immortal realm. How did he get his hands on the