Immortal-Demon Battlefield
Win Qing Daoist Immortal's physical body had been destroyed long ago. Part of his Primordial Spirit's immortal essence had merged into the restriction, making him one with it. After accumulating power for all these years, he had formed the blood pool and refined the Blood Spirit Pearl. He had been on the verge of breaking free, with success only a step away. Who could have expected Lu Xiaotian to appear out of nowhere and ruin everything?
Given the situation, the Blood Spirit Pearl formed from Win Qing Daoist Immortal was not especially optimistic about Lu Xiaotian, either. But with no other options, it could only place its hopes in him.
Only when the nine Mist Halls were brought together could they function as intended. One hall had now been heavily damaged, but the Ice Demon Pot could take its place, allowing the nine halls to be counted as complete. That would be more than enough to trap outsiders inside. Even if those True Immortal-level werewolves broke in, they would never make it back out.
Unfortunately, in Win Qing Daoist Immortal's eyes, Lu Xiaotian himself was a weakness. Lu Xiaotian was only at the first stage of the True Immortal realm, yet he could strangely wield a measure of spatial power as a trump card. Back then, Win Qing Daoist Immortal had been caught off guard and ambushed by Lu Xiaotian, landing in his current predicament.
Even if Lu Xiaotian managed to keep the Ice Demon Pot from being taken by Ying Langtian, the restriction still could not completely stop that old monster, Ying Tianlang. The old monster might have awakened only some of his abilities, but that was still no small matter.
Even Win Qing Daoist Immortal himself could not stop the old monster. It was just that