However, experts who had reached the Celestial Immortal level would never lower themselves to pursue these mere eighty-some wolf riders.
Even a Mystic Immortal would rarely make a special trip for the eighty-some wolf riders before him. Since they had encountered each other in this land of storms, though, Lu Xiaotian could not afford to let the opportunity slip by.
Lu Xiaotian quickly reached a judgment. The totemic power gathered by the wolf riders before him would soon vanish. If he did not intervene, only a few True Immortal-level wolf-men would probably manage to escape in the end. The wolf riders at the Immortal level would find it hard to survive.
Once Lu Xiaotian had made up his mind and confirmed that no other experts from the various immortal realms were approaching, he drifted toward the endangered wolf riders.
The formation these wolf riders had assembled was not particularly formidable while defending against the ice storm with all their might, but the attacks came in an unbroken stream. They had not noticed Lu Xiaotian drawing near. With one light punch, he shattered the wolf riders' already feeble totemic power. Caught completely off guard, nearly half of the Immortal-level wolf riders were directly taken into the Demon-Suppressing Tower by Lu Xiaotian.
By the time the four True Immortal-level wolf-men leading them reacted, only a little over twenty Immortal-level wolf riders remained at their sides.
Several blades of light cleaved through the countless ice crystal spikes and slashed toward Lu Xiaotian. His eyes shifted slightly. These True Immortal-level wolf-men were truly formidable, but after holding out until now, they had already expended nearly half their strength. Naturally, they were no match for him.
Lu Xiaotian reached out and made a covering gesture in the air. A gigantic palm print shattered the several