Attacks of this level naturally posed no threat to Lu Xiaotian and the others in the short term. Wen Tingfeng and his younger sister Wen Tingyu were still the main force striking out at this point. However, as time dragged on, everyone felt more and more keenly how thorny the situation before them was.
The main problem was that everyone's immortal essence was being consumed far more quickly than expected under these circumstances.
"We have to break out of these illusory mirages as soon as possible, or dispel the illusions. Otherwise, I'm afraid we'll all be buried here." Wen Tingfeng's seven-colored sword transformed into ten thousand sword-rains and pierced through a vast number of illusions once again. Yet there was not the slightest trace of joy on his face; instead, it was grave.
"Saint Alchemist Dongfang, do you have any ideas?" Lou Yikong and Fu Lianyue looked toward Lu Xiaotian at the same time. In their eyes, although the siblings Wen Tingfeng were formidable, they were still far behind Lu Xiaotian in fame and were not on the same level. Lu Xiaotian was a third-grade Saint Alchemist, and among the Heavenly Immortals on this side of the Xuanyong Battlefield, his strength should be top-tier. If ordinary Heavenly Immortals could find no way to deal with this, Lu Xiaotian might not be helpless.
"The source of these illusions lies in a vast formation of laws. The transformations between the laws are too profound. I don't have many clues for now, and I still need time." Lu Xiaotian's brows drew tightly together. Although even with the strength of his Primordial Spirit, he could not break through the illusions before him in a short time, it was not because these mirages had truly reached a level so powerful that Lu Xiaotian could not