The surroundings were filled with a surging demonic aura, so dense it had nearly condensed into liquid, solidifying all around them. The Emperor Niaopeng's speed was already at the very limit an Earth Immortal could reach. By releasing such a demonic aura, he clearly meant to further restrict Lu Xiaotian's spatial abilities.
"This fiend is truly troublesome. Do you have any other way?" Lu Xiaotian asked Xing Shiyuan and Jian Tiangang while fending off the Emperor Niaopeng's attacks.
"If you can temporarily free us from the altar's restraints, fellow Daoist, we can certainly lend you a hand!" Jian Tiangang said, looking rather weak.
"How can I help you two escape?"
"Just move the battle here to the altar and disrupt its operation!"
"Very well!" The Emperor Xiaopeng's attacks were so fierce that ordinary Earth Immortals were no match for him. Lu Xiaotian wanted to shift some of the pressure elsewhere, too.
"Trying to leave? It won't be that easy!" The Emperor Niaopeng would never let Lu Xiaotian escape so easily. Lu Xiaotian blurred and headed toward the altar.
Surging demonic aura pressed in on Lu Xiaotian from every direction. With the black tide gone and the external interference from the Seven Emotions Gorge no longer present, Lu Xiaotian now felt the full force of the Emperor Niaopeng's power.
Dragon and python shadows still battled the dense mass of roc shadows in the sky. Though the Emperor Niaopeng had fled the Seven Emotions Gorge after being wounded, it seemed he had regrouped with his subordinates once outside and gained the ability to use new techniques. More than a dozen demonic rocs had vanished from sight, yet Lu Xiaotian could clearly sense their hidden silhouettes all around him. The Emperor Niaopeng had never used such a technique before.
The vast demonic aura