Qianmian Sanlang raised a hand and beckoned. A golden-black polearm with three-sided blades came shrieking down at Lu Xiaotian, carrying the wail of souls. The three soul blades trembled apart, and countless spirits writhed around the polearm before surging outward along the blades.
The surrounding power of the metal laws merged with the golden baleful souls. Some of these golden spirits were powerful enough to transform directly into formless entities. At once, the pressure on Lu Xiaotian increased sharply.
Although Qianmian Sanlang's cultivation was on par with that of the Six-Eared Ape Lord and the Lion-Camel Python Venerable, his divine abilities were stranger and harder to guard against. Lu Xiaotian also found himself constrained while fighting him, and the slightest carelessness would give his opponent an opening.
Fortunately, this was within the soul mist, and Lu Xiaotian was not fighting alone. Faced with the oncoming, howling assault, Lu Xiaotian retreated instead. Then groups of soul corpses came charging over, surging together with the soul mist toward Qianmian Sanlang.
Under the cover of the vast numbers of soul corpses and the soul mist, Yan Bei had already approached to a considerable distance. He suddenly erupted, and as he swung his blade downward, several enormous wheels of flame rolled roaring ahead.
Hiss, hiss—the golden baleful souls, though exceptionally fierce beneath the enormous flaming wheels, were nevertheless subjected to tremendous resistance.
At this moment, Lu Xiaotian, who had seemed to be retreating, suddenly pounced forward again. Five-colored radiance directly coiled around the Demon-Suppressing Tower as it charged recklessly through everything in its path.
Qianmian Sanlang's breath caught. The might of Lu Xiaotian's attack at this moment far exceeded any of his previous assaults. His coordination with Yan Bei was also perfectly timed, and with the great mass of soul corpses closing in, Qianmian