Ao Zhan had originally been thinking about how to help Lu Xiaotian and Du Xin escape, but all that effort was now unnecessary. The timing of the thunder-element law profundity Lu Xiaotian had used moments ago had been impeccable, allowing him to evade the impact of the battle formation's momentum.
If circumstances had allowed it, Ao Zhan would have wanted to personally take the field and spar with Lu Xiaotian. His Heaven-and-Earth Tyrant Dragon Body had reached a minor level of mastery, and after fusing it with the power of the laws he had comprehended over the years, his confidence had grown considerably. Yet the more powerful he became, the more his fury toward the Heavenly Court increased. If the Heavenly Court had not suppressed the dragon race without restraint for all these years, how could the dragons have declined to such an extent?
Buzz—The sword-light barrier Du Xin had slashed out was instantly overwhelmed by the several thousand Flying Leopard Wuyun Cavalry. With the attacks of the other Cloud Sand Puppet armies added in, Du Xin would have found it difficult to withdraw in such a hurry if Lu Xiaotian had not gone to her aid.
Lu Xiaotian and Du Xin charged back and forth through the Cloud Sand Puppet army. Sometimes, even when they knew the Immortal Army's exact position, the army was so densely packed that they could not easily charge in that direction. They first had to break toward another area and continually draw out the Cloud Sand Puppet army's battle formation, making it reveal a flaw, then circle around and kill their way back after several twists and turns.
But doing so placed far greater demands on them, and the expenditure was enormous. Although Ao Zhan now understood the Great Emperor Qinling's intentions, it was