Deadlock
As a member of the dragon race, Lu Xiaotian's Primordial Spirit had nearly reached the Golden Immortal level. He had also crossed hands with old monsters like the Primordial Sword Demon, the Withered Silkworm Venerable, and Jiang Chen, while even the Black Dragon's dragon pearl was far beyond what an ordinary Golden Immortal could match. How could he possibly be affected by the dragon might unleashed by the gathered dragon shadows before him? Lu Xiaotian directly blocked that immense dragon might outside the Sangmoon Battle Formation. The attacks under his command did not pause for even a moment.
In the blink of an eye, the Sangmoon Battle Formation under Lu Xiaotian's control had clashed dozens of times with the purple-crowned dragon expert. Each time, Lu Xiaotian had gone all out. Without the support of the Heavenly Mulberry Sacred Tree, how could the purple-crowned dragon expert stand against the Sangmoon Battle Formation that Lu Xiaotian controlled and guided?
At first, the purple-crowned dragon expert could still barely hold on. But as time passed, even the vigorous dragon essence within his body was gradually depleted. The more times he clashed with the Sangmoon Battle Formation guided by Lu Xiaotian, the greater his consumption became.
At this moment, the Extreme Dragon Gate was still transporting large numbers of aquatic immortal troops over. Another Heaven Immortal-level dragon was about to be transported here when the Sangmoon Battle Formation guided by Lu Xiaotian rose high like a blood moon, then suddenly plummeted. That blood moon drifted lightly past the purple-crowned dragon expert.
Brilliant moonlight completely enveloped the purple-crowned dragon expert from all sides. Halberd shadows, Five-Thunder Arrows, and the immortal weapons of the other Profound Immortal-level experts swept through. The purple-crowned dragon expert waved the dragon weapon in his hand like a phantom. A