"I have some dealings with this Scorpion Demon. You two, back off a little. Unless outside enemies force your hand, don't come too close." Lu Xiaotian sent the message directly to Devil Lord Tongtian and Lü Song. The formation's fierce reaction to the entry of an outsider demon had already exceeded his expectations.
With Lu Xiaotian's strength, he was nowhere near capable of directly resisting the full force of the formation's attacks. What he was doing now, as the pagoda visions of seven old monks—each incorporating numerous Buddhist arts—struck at him, was trying to merge the pagoda aspect transformed from his Demon-Suppressing Tower with theirs, bit by bit, and dispel the formation's hostility toward the Scorpion Demon. That was how he hoped to lessen its attacks.
Devil Lord Tongtian and Lü Song, jolted awake, hurriedly withdrew some distance. They were also a little puzzled. Hadn't Lu Xiaotian been inside this formation the whole time? How had he suddenly struck a deal with the renowned Ksitigarbha Twelve-Winged Scorpion Demon?
"As expected of Brother Dongfang. Just making contact with a devil of that old fiend's stature is already far beyond what you or I could manage." Devil Lord Tongtian laughed heartily as he retreated to a safe distance.
Lü Song nodded as well. He was rather curious about Lu Xiaotian's past, but Devil Lord Tongtian rarely spoke of it except when necessary, and Lü Song didn't feel comfortable asking.
Vmmm! As Lu Xiaotian tried to dispel the immense force of the formation's impact, an ethereal, pristine, and ancient aura seemed to well up from the depths of endless, profound space.
Pff! Lu Xiaotian's true body spat out a mouthful of blood. Under the boundless aura's assault, his body nearly burst apart in an instant.
Driven to manifest his dragon form to withstand