Meng Ruoshan, Venerable Cloud-Elephant, Venerable Eight Winds, and the other Golden Immortals seized this rare opportunity to shake off the Golden Immortal-level soul corpses before them and flee in all directions.
"Trying to leave won't be so easy." Ye Tong and Ye Jian, who had been waiting off to one side, gave a clear shout and shot into the sky.
Flying swords and flying knives crisscrossed, directly surrounding Venerable Cloud-Elephant and another Golden Immortal-level demon.
The three Golden Immortal-level soul corpses had also been preparing to intercept them under Lu Xiaotian's control, but the Dan Spirits outside the tower began to stir.
This forced Lu Xiaotian to abandon that plan and pull Yan Bei, who was relatively nearby, back to join the three stone statue soul corpses in guarding against a possible attack from the Dan Spirits outside the tower.
The gaunt old man, the person formed entirely from pale blue liquid, and the golden-robed man each launched another attack.
By now, the temporary passage formed by the Tongyuan Scorching Prison Mirror had reached its limit and was beginning to crumble apart.
"Damn it!" the gaunt old man, Old Monster Huangyang, cursed.
Before the passage collapsed, through the fragmented shadows, Venerable Huangyang could just make out that only Meng Ruoshan and Venerable Eight Winds had escaped the soul corpses' entanglement.
But Meng Ruoshan and Venerable Eight Winds had not truly escaped. Just as they were about to break free, the Lord of the Qilin Soul Hall, who had watched coldly from the sidelines and looked like a walking corpse, suddenly flashed with black light in his hands. A pair of enormous hammers bearing qilin patterns crashed toward them with overwhelming force.
Beneath the giant hammers, Meng Ruoshan and Venerable Eight Winds, still not fully free, had no choice but to