The Stream
The twenty-odd Profound Immortal-grade Withered Silkworm Battle Puppets seemed to form an unbreakable whole. To Lu Xiaotian, although the formation formed by so many Withered Silkworm Battle Puppets before him had flaws, given the strength he had displayed, there was simply no chance of breaking out. Unless one was a Celestial Immortal, it was difficult to escape the formation.
However, at that moment, a dragon breath that Ba Ao had accidentally spat out while fighting the Celestial Immortal-grade Withered Silkworm Battle Puppets came roaring over. The battle situation before Lu Xiaotian had naturally taken an inexplicable turn.
The two Profound Immortal-grade Withered Silkworm Battle Puppets directly in front were caught in the fireball, which was like a blazing sun. Under the dragon breath, the enormous tornado storm instantly collapsed, revealing the startled true forms of the Withered Silkworm Battle Puppets within. Lu Xiaotian naturally would not let such an opportunity slip away. He raised a palm, and two golden lotuses drifted out from his hand, Buddhist light flickering within them. In the blink of an eye, they floated above the heads of the two Withered Silkworm Battle Puppets and descended.
The rotating golden lotus seals plunged into the heads of the two Profound Immortal-grade Withered Silkworm Battle Puppets at the instant they were injured by the dragon breath. A faint layer of gold immediately spread over both puppets, and waves of shrill screams rang out from within. The layers of silkworm silk tightly binding the surfaces of the Withered Silkworm Battle Puppets peeled away, revealing a twisted withered silkworm inside.
The other Withered Silkworm Battle Puppets, transformed into tornado storms, swept over, intending to plug the suddenly opened gap again. How could Lu Xiaotian give them such a chance? His figure flashed, and he escaped from this formation,