"This guy sure was slippery." Lu Xiaotian glanced at Yu Jing. She was far too careful about protecting herself and never confronted him directly, so Lu Xiaotian didn't have much energy to waste on her.
Riding the momentum of his kill of Gu Fan, Lu Xiaotian swept his soul-origin flying swords left and right, forcing several people back and opening a gap for Lou Yikong, Fu Lianyue, and the others, who were under siege. The five immediately slipped through the opening, fighting as they retreated.
"Daoist Chi, Daoist Meng, come with Daoist Qi and me to surround and kill Dongfang! The rest of you, just hold off the other four for now!" Cui Tianzheng gritted his teeth and issued new orders. Given the situation, trying to keep all five here was no longer realistic. They could only do their best to hold back Lu Xiaotian, their biggest target. With four of them working together, Cui Tianzheng refused to believe they couldn't kill him. No matter how strong his opponent was, there had to be a limit.
"Good!" Chi Changlin and the other gray-robed elder had also realized how tricky the situation was. They couldn't bite off more than they could chew. Even if they surrounded and killed only Lu Xiaotian, that would still be an enormous achievement.
The two groups fled and pursued each other. Before long, they entered a strange snowy wasteland. Pillars of ice stood all around, each a bizarre shape: some resembled sheer cliffs, while others were thick at the top and narrow at the base, like enormous spikes driven into the ground. Great stones and chunks of ice, large and small, floated in the air, giving the landscape a mysterious and unsettling air.
The icy wind howled around them. Even these powerful Heavenly Immortals couldn't help