At that moment, a vast blue-gray barrier stood before Lu Xiaotian's projected avatar, isolating a large area.
The power of space outside twisted violently, and even his spiritual sense was shut out. Even the projected avatar twisted along with the fluctuations of space.
Projected avatars varied in distance. Crossing between planes through projection consumed an enormous amount of energy, but within the Dragon Clan's secret realm, the projected avatar was evidently much stronger. Although it could not compare to his true self and could only draw upon a tiny amount of the spatial power here, its true combat strength still surpassed that of ordinary Golden Immortal-level experts by a considerable margin.
At that moment, Lu Xiaotian was roaming outside the enormous barrier. He sensed that the space inside was not small either, but compared with the entire Dragon Clan's secret realm, it was merely a corner.
However, whenever the spatial fluctuations twisted the barrier, traces of aura would occasionally leak out from within.
Based on these auras, Lu Xiaotian could roughly determine that the Dragon Clan, the Shunli tribe of headless white corpses, and the Qilin Clan were indeed inside this barrier.
The trouble now was how to receive them out and transfer them into the Green Fruit Barrier. His true self had to stabilize the Thirty-Six Drums of Tianmu over there, so he could not come over for the time being.
The Dragon Clan inside this barrier seemed to still be locked in fierce battle with Shunli and the Qilin Clan, apparently fighting for control of the area within the barrier.
Lu Xiaotian was speechless. Even at a time like this, they were still fighting to the death.
If he had not arrived in time, the many Dragon Clan members inside, along with the even more numerous Qilin Clan