"The chaos before me really is impossible to predict." Lu Xiaotian sighed inwardly. Plans never kept pace with change. Several chilling blade auras came slashing toward him in succession, leaving him no choice but to meet them passively. Farther away, the immortal army was locked in battle with countless Cloud-Sand Puppets. The sight made Lu Xiaotian's scalp prickle. It wasn't that he couldn't survive in such chaos; it was just that within a battle formation, the slightest misstep might force him to resort to other means. With all eyes on him, that risked bringing about factors beyond his control.
By comparison, the melee between these eighteen puppet war effigies and the twelve human Celestial Immortals wasn't quite so dangerous for Lu Xiaotian. He just had to keep the two sides from successfully forming a battle formation. As several blades came cleaving toward him, Lu Xiaotian beckoned, and Ying Feng's dragon weapon appeared in his hand. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Several spear shadows stabbed out, bringing the Thunderflash profundity he had grasped to its utmost.
The spear shadows hummed as the blade light directly shattered them. Lu Xiaotian's eyes narrowed slightly. As expected of puppet war effigies crafted by the Great Emperor Qinling—they were worlds apart from the Golden Men Eighteen in the Spirit Ruins Secret Realm. One was in the heavens, the other on the ground.
The three blades that had struck at him all contained profundities of the earth laws. Their law profundities were clearly stronger than the Thunderflash profundity Lu Xiaotian had only just grasped. Though he had now comprehended Thunderflash, he still couldn't claim to wield the power of laws with any great skill. The law power contained in those three blades hadn't been so strong that Lu Xiaotian couldn't handle it; it was simply more subtle and