"That was a Golden Immortal-level powerhouse from ages past." Lu Xiaotian drew a sharp breath. He still had no idea how many Golden Immortal-level powerhouses had perished here. It seemed even the Nine Capitals Dragon King had only a very limited understanding of this part of the Dragon-Urn Rift. After all, the Nine Capitals Dragon King had never been here.
Besides that, the area around this formation's restrictions was strewn with the remains of many other monsters.
"Roar!" The Windstone Demon Head appeared again. Its enormous tongue lashed out over a hundred li, and as its mouth opened wide, a gust of demonic wind surged forth, carrying an intensely destructive force. Wherever it passed, the surrounding bones—some whole, some shattered—crumbled to ash, then vanished into the wind.
Outside, if an army of immortals or demons were caught unprepared by a gust of demonic wind like this, their fate would probably be no better than that of the bones before him.
Even Lu Xiaotian could feel the astonishing corrosive force within the wind surging toward him without end. The enormous tongue was incredibly resilient, too. Lu Xiaotian struck it with several consecutive palm blows, but the flesh rippled as if it had completely dispersed the force.
However, with the appearance of these two Golden Immortal-level formation spirits, the drumbeats of the Heavenly Dragon Soul-Rending Drum, which had been almost impossible to defend against, finally weakened a little. Otherwise, with the two formation spirits constantly ambushing and attacking him, even Lu Xiaotian would have struggled to hold them off.
After circling around and failing to break through the formation at this gate, Lu Xiaotian fought as he retreated, withdrawing from the area. He then explored the other gates.
After repeating this several times, Lu Xiaotian reached the last gate. He had been