The demon-subduing pestle in the hands of the light-shadow monk before him was raised through the air, blocking the halberd shadow that descended with a wash of Buddhist radiance. At the same time, under the trembling of that Buddhist light, it transformed into more than a dozen demon-subduing pestles that interwove through the air and struck down toward Lu Xiaotian.
"Entering the demonic path with his body, yet using this demon-subduing staff technique—how ironic." Looking at the airtight net formed by the interwoven demon-subduing pestles before him, Lu Xiaotian shook his head inwardly. The great formation composed of these many light-shadow monks was indeed profound, and it was more than enough to deal with an ordinary Heavenly Immortal powerhouse. Presumably, Ancient Buddha Yunyun only wanted to restrain him for the moment. Otherwise, judging by the strength Lu Xiaotian had displayed before, Ancient Buddha Yunyun would not have used only this little trick.
It was clear from this that the pressure Ancient Buddha Yunyun was currently enduring was truly immense. In that case, he naturally could not afford to drag things out. Even if he lured the Netherworld Rakshasa Immortal Army here, it would still be better than facing that old fellow Ancient Buddha Yunyun.
The great net woven from demon-subduing pestles appeared airtight. Beneath it, Lu Xiaotian seemed somewhat outnumbered and isolated. Yet just as the net was about to cover him and suppress him, Lu Xiaotian suddenly gave a slight sway. Without anyone seeing how he moved, he easily slipped out through the great net.
Once the formation composed of several hundred light-shadow monks began attacking, its assault continued without end. Wave after wave of demon-subduing pestles fell like rain. Though it looked as if there were only several hundred light-shadow monks, they gave off the vast momentum of