"Dong—
Zhao Qifeng had just opened his mouth when Lu Xiaotian immediately made a shushing gesture. Zhao Qifeng understood at once and closed his mouth. Being able to hide inside this concealment restriction and watch the fierce battle outside from the sidelines—there was nothing more comfortable.
However, Zhao Qifeng and the others were inside the concealment restriction, yet they could also sense that it was not very stable. With the three of them' eyesight, they could naturally tell that Lu Xiaotian had hastily cobbled this restriction together.
At this moment, Lu Xiaotian was still exerting his full strength to control the Ice Demon Pot floating before him. Wisps of white mist spilled from its mouth and drifted in all directions. Just as Zhao Qifeng and the other two had sensed, he had used the Ice Demon Pot's convenience to absorb a considerable amount of the illusion mist within the formation. Relying on his understanding of illusion formations, he had repaired the restriction he had previously broken through, shifted it a short distance, and made some modifications, turning it into a temporary refuge for them.
As Lu Xiaotian cultivated, the concealment restriction gradually stabilized. Only then did he slightly relax. Ultimately, repairing the restriction had not been entirely due to his own abilities. More than half of it was because of the Ice Demon Pot. The Ice Demon Mist seemed to be an innate product of this place, complementing the restrictions here. It could draw on the illusion mist in this place to display tremendous power, and it could also repair some of the damaged restrictions here.
Whether breaking through the restriction earlier or repairing it now, Lu Xiaotian had merely been following the circumstances and making use of their momentum. Without the convenience of the Ice Demon Pot, it would