Ordinary True Immortal realm powerhouses could roughly sense the methods or the power of laws their opponents were employing the moment they struck, and this was very difficult to conceal. Yet until now, neither Lu Xiaotian nor the Seven-Star Guards had been able to discern what kind of power of law this dead, grey aura originated from.
Perhaps the puppet battle-tomb guards controlled by Great Emperor Qinling's split spirit could tell, but even if they could see it now, what use would it be? They still lacked a sufficiently effective countermeasure.
Lu Xiaotian's heart was deeply shaken at this moment. At the very least, it seemed that True Immortals—even if they had comprehended the realm of the Grotto-heaven and transformed the space around their bodies into a grotto-heaven—could only wield a portion of the profound mysteries of the laws, and their application of the power of law remained exceedingly crude.
Only existences surpassing the True Immortal tier could wield the power of law with even greater mastery, stepping completely into another realm. To a certain extent, it even transcended the current cognition of True Immortal realm powerhouses.
The opponent had not even employed any formidable immortal artifacts or demonic artifacts, yet already made people feel that it was somewhat difficult to withstand.
Whoosh! The wind surged all around, and a sphere of grey aura condensed to the size of a skull surged toward him.
At this moment, Lu Xiaotian deeply experienced the predicament of the Seven-Star Guards. As that grey sphere drifted toward him seemingly slowly, Lu Xiaotian wanted to evade it, yet he felt that the void surrounding his body was infinitely vast, while the space that could accommodate him was extremely narrow. It seemed that no matter which direction he fled from, it would be difficult to escape