Mo Yuyan's strength was a cut above Lu Yiming's. Even while fighting two enemies alone, she had the upper hand completely. Lu Yiming, meanwhile, was having a hard time dealing with the archer werewolf, but he still showed no sign of defeat for the moment, managing to hold his opponent off.
If he had not been surrounded and attacked by four True Immortal-level werewolves earlier, he presumably would not have fled here in such a sorry state.
The werewolf wielding the black saber who was currently fighting Lu Xiaotian let out a howl. Three bone spurs suddenly sprouted from his back with a series of popping sounds, making him look even more ferocious. The black saber swept through a semicircle in the void, then abruptly surged upward, spanning hundreds of miles before cleaving down in front of Lu Xiaotian's true body. Even the three-headed, six-armed flame figure did not have time to block it completely.
The three bone spurs behind him shot free with three sharp whistles, stabbing viciously toward the three-headed, six-armed flame figure.
Lu Xiaotian stood motionless in the void, merely forming Buddhist seals with his hands. They transformed into strings of profound Sanskrit characters, slowly surging upward like ripples on water.
The black saber spanning hundreds of miles was struck by the golden ripples, causing its momentum to falter. Lu Xiaotian formed the Buddhist seals neither hurriedly nor slowly, and wave after wave of golden ripples spread outward. The saber, which had nearly reached the top of Lu Xiaotian's head, slowly rose backward. The True Immortal-level wolf wore a strained expression, and his gaze at Lu Xiaotian grew noticeably more solemn.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—the three bone spurs fought the three-headed, six-armed flame figure as though they were phantoms, their battle far more thunderous than the one on