Vast swathes of purple-gray cloudsteel sand churned, obscuring the depths from view. Yet everywhere the eye could reach, ranks of murderous cloud-sand puppets stood arrayed.
The puppets were arranged in formation, giving Lu Xiaotian a feeling much like the bleak, murderous puppet army once commanded by Emperor Qinling.
Miao Qianmu had originally wanted to teach Lu Xiaotian a lesson. The man seemed to think that after returning from the secret realm of the Esoteric Buddhist Sect, a low-ranking immortal domain like Weichi was nothing special. Only after fighting the cloud-sand puppets would he learn how formidable they were.
Still, the sheer number of puppets before them surprised both Miao Qianmu and Du Xin, two Celestial Immortals.
"The three of us will engage them first and gauge their strength," Miao Qianmu said, glancing at Lu Xiaotian.
Lu Xiaotian didn't move at all. He simply watched the ranks of cloud-sand puppets before them. Ordinary low-tier puppets, unable to form a battle array, were little more than scattered stragglers. They posed no real threat to Celestial Immortals like them.
But once they formed a battle array, its momentum could offset the suppression of a Celestial Immortal's domain of artistic conception, while the combined force it gathered could easily threaten one.
If Miao Qianmu wasn't moving, why would Lu Xiaotian go charging into such a hard fight?
Seeing that Lu Xiaotian remained still, Miao Qianmu's anger flared even hotter. But he understood Lu Xiaotian's intentions, and for now there was little he could do about them.
Seeing that Lu Xiaotian still wouldn't budge, Miao Qianmu swept a hand through the air. A mighty blade of energy slashed forward.
The cloud-sand puppets opposite paid no heed to the enormous blue blade sweeping toward them. They made no visible move, yet the cloudsteel sand in the