Drill 2
With Dushan and Xuanjing at the head, along with over a hundred True Immortal-level werewolves and more than six hundred wolf riders in total, they had spent many days drilling inside the Demon-Suppressing Tower. Their strength had increased at an astonishing pace. Within such a wolf-rider force, the proportion of True Immortal-level werewolves was astonishingly high. On top of that, there were Dushan and Xuanjing, whose strength far surpassed that of ordinary Profound Immortals. The ever-rising combat power of the six hundred-plus wolf riders left the Three-Headed White Python Xudun, Ying Qing Daoist Immortal, the Purple Centipede Demon, Ming Cheng, the Triangular Thunder Demon, and the other Profound Immortal powerhouses trembling with fear.
Even if the five of them, all Profound Immortal powerhouses, joined forces, faced with the wolf-rider battle formation before them, they estimated that they would be slaughtered to the last in no time.
At this moment, Lu Xiaotian had only partially transformed into a dragon, yet he was facing the wolf-rider battle formation alone. The six hundred-plus wolf riders sometimes moved like a massive, weighty hammer, and sometimes like countless razor-sharp blades, each striking at Lu Xiaotian.
If he were fighting with immortal essence, Lu Xiaotian would still remain calm in the face of such a surging assault. No matter how berserk the wolf-rider battle formation's attacks became, Lu Xiaotian could handle them with composure.
Yet now that he had partially transformed into a dragon, even this wolf-rider battle formation—which looked nearly flawless to the other Profound Immortal powerhouses—was riddled with openings in Lu Xiaotian's eyes. Though the formation's strength had risen to an astonishing level under Xuanjing and Dushan's training and command, the angle from which Lu Xiaotian viewed things after his transformation seemed to have become utterly different from before.
In Lu Xiaotian's