Now that he already knew the middle-aged Daoist nun was nearby, biding her time and preparing to strike at any moment, Lu Xiaotian naturally would no longer use the primordial stone essence. Regardless of how blazing Yuan Gang's attacks were, Lu Xiaotian simply gritted his teeth and supported himself bitterly, even as the teardrop-shaped liquid mass stained the puppet battle-artifact and caused its speed to constantly dwindle, bringing Yuan Gang's attacks close to Lu Xiaotian's true body.
A flash of spiritual light flickered on Lu Xiaotian, and that God-Defying Robe, which had been improved by the Honghao Celestial Court, appeared on his body. Bang! Yuan Gang swept his staff across, staggering the puppet battle-artifact and sending even Lu Xiaotian flying back for a distance.
A large amount of pent-up oppressive energy accumulated in his chest, making Lu Xiaotian exceptionally uncomfortable, and this old nun really knew how to keep her composure. Lu Xiaotian mentally cursed inside, still biting his teeth hard to stubbornly hold on, and while he inevitably felt a heartache, Lu Xiaotian was all the more clear that given the puppet battle-artifact's foundation had already been seen through by the several Golden Immortal-level old freaks present, the primordial stone essence was his final hope. At this moment, he could show it even less prematurely.
The middle-aged Daoist nun frowned as she watched Lu Xiaotian bitterly hold on under Yuan Gang's attacks, even minor cracks appearing across the surface of that puppet battle-artifact.
"This cunning fellow has finally suffered some hardships." The middle-aged Daoist nun coldly snorted, her whisk swept out and entangled the long staff that was once again striking toward Lu Xiaotian's waist.
Yuan Gang tried to pull and unload the force a few times, but unexpectedly failed to budge it. Instantly, he turned around and threw