The Spatial Blade's greatest strength was its unpredictability. Even Lu Xiaotian, whose Primordial Spirit could already rival a Profound Immortal's, had nearly fallen for the termites' trick earlier. The True Immortal–level werewolf stood even less of a chance.
Lu Xiaotian merely had to will it, and in an instant, the True Immortal–level werewolf felt calamity bearing down on him. He struggled to leap into the air, but barely shifted two inches before pain lanced through his neck. His head had already floated free.
The three-headed, six-armed Flame Man seized the opportunity and struck with a palm, smashing the werewolf's head. Only his body remained, dropping helplessly toward the ground.
Yun Chongyi and the archer werewolf were both utterly aghast. Yun Chongyi had witnessed Lu Xiaotian's fierce battle with Wu Zhongli before and knew how formidable he was, but compared with this method of killing without a trace, that was nothing at all.
Only now did Yun Chongyi understand how lucky Wu Zhongli had been. Compared with Lu Xiaotian, Wu Zhongli's strength was utterly insignificant. He had probably survived because there had been so many people around, and because he belonged to the Turtle Spirit Immortal Domain. Otherwise, Wu Zhongli could have had several more lives and still would have died at Lu Xiaotian's hands.
This Spatial Blade was pretty good. Lu Xiaotian's true body had already shifted into the Black Heaven Extreme Saint Pagoda Aspect. Seeing the Spatial Blade score a hit, he was quite pleased.
The archer werewolf had originally wanted to keep Lu Xiaotian occupied for a while. But now he saw Lu Xiaotian fighting almost single-handedly against two opponents, while still managing to suppress them both. Yun Chongyi had joined the fight, but his help had hardly affected the overall situation. Judging by what had just happened,