Boom! Fangtian Halberd came slashing down. The inverted yellow giant bowl showed astonishing resilience, warping as a deep groove was cut into it, yet it did not collapse outright. The one-armed monk trapped inside, however, seemed to be having a hard time.
The one-armed monk still had to devote considerable energy to holding back the eighteen puppet war figures. Fighting Lu Xiaotian now put him under even greater pressure than facing the Heart-Destroying Demon and the Purple-Cyan Netherflame Tiger directly.
"This is no place to linger!" The one-armed monk had originally intended to catch his breath, reunite with the body controlled by Shi Xingneng, and then switch their bodies back. But the situation no longer allowed it. Even a moment's further delay might cost him his life.
The Dragon Wolf Riders' battle formation had now swept in completely, scattering the thick fog around them. Wave after wave of demon soldiers came slashing in. Under these circumstances, the one-armed monk could barely hold on. Fangtian Halberd's enormous shadow struck the inverted yellow bowl again and again, steadily weakening its yellow barrier. Yet the first to break through were the puppet war figures.
The eighteen puppet war figures spun through the air, their long sabers held horizontally at their waists. As they whirled at high speed, they became blooming lotuses of blades. They crossed between the qilin beasts, which were torn to pieces. Without the slightest pause, the puppet war figures swung their sabers down, striking at the inverted yellow giant bowl.
Amid a thunderous explosion, a wretched scream rang out. The descending blade-light shattered the thick yellow barrier, and a streak of light escaped from within, shooting toward the ruined stone hall.
Lu Xiaotian focused his gaze. The one-armed monk's robes were already stained with blood, and a huge gash ran