With the combined strength of Lu Xiaotian and the other four, they could still hold out for a while against an opponent who had only recently advanced to the Heavenly Immortal realm and whose foundation was not yet solid. However, Hu Xuan, Fu Hao, and Fu Sheng were all seasoned Heavenly Immortals with years of cultivation behind them. They could not be viewed in the same light as ordinary Heavenly Immortals. For Nie Tianhou, Shentu Zhanfeng, Mu Xia, and Bai Ruxue, who had yet to fully recover, to withstand several strikes in succession was already astonishing.
It was not suitable to have them bear such heavy pressure again. Lu Xiaotian reached out and unfurled the Gan Feng Five-Spirit Register, pouring his divine sense into it. At once, the register shone brilliantly, and a dull-gold battle figurine with an expressionless face emerged from within. The spirit figurine swelled to more than a hundred zhang tall, wielding a golden great axe. The great axe came crashing down. The pitch-black Batfang Blades looked slow and gentle, and this enormous axe seemed unable to directly halt their attack, as though its direction was always off by several degrees.
Even in the eyes of Mu Xia, Shentu Zhanfeng, and the others, the axe had veered at least several feet away. In a battle between powerful experts, the slightest deviation could mean a thousand-mile mistake—what more when the difference was several feet?
The gap in realms made it seem impossible for Mu Xia, Shentu Zhanfeng, and the others to understand the scene before them. Yet the Gan Feng spirit figurine continued bringing its axe down. Though it had clearly been several feet away before, it now collided head-on with the blades. With a buzz, the pitch-black Batfang Blade remained utterly motionless, while the more-than-hundred-zhang-tall Gan Feng