"Damn it!" Feng Qingye cursed. As a junior at the Celestial Immortal level, Lu Xiaotian's manipulation of spatial power was not yet enough to pose much of a threat to her. However, in such a tense situation, even the slightest change could lead to disastrous consequences.
At this moment, although the spatial power surrounding her was not impossible for Feng Qingye to break through, it still slowed her down and diverted part of her attention. In fact, with Lu Xiaotian having deployed eighteen puppet battle golems, more than three thousand dragon soldiers, and the powerful Black Dragon, even if Wen Tingdao himself had arrived, he would have found it difficult to gain much of an advantage, let alone Feng Qingye. However, as a Golden-Crowned Snow Peng, Feng Qingye was simply too fast. Even Wen Tingdao might not necessarily have been able to do anything to her.
If not for this place of turbulent space, where Lu Xiaotian possessed an innate advantage and had been forced into dire straits by his opponent, he would never have risked everything so readily.
At this moment, the ancient silver Buddhist light of the Demon-Suppressing Tower had already enveloped Feng Qingye. She had no spare energy to worry about the tower. The vast killing intent of the thousands of dragon soldiers' formation had already surged toward her like a tide. The energy of countless dragon soldiers' slashes converged together, powerful enough that no Golden Immortal-level expert could afford to ignore it.
At the same time, amid a chain of explosive booms, Feng Qingye, already hard-pressed to protect herself, could no longer control the thirteen white feathers. They were completely shredded by the blade energy slashed out by the eighteen puppet battle golems. The falling curtain of blades formed two enormous barriers, blocking the retreat of