Lu Xiaotian hesitated inwardly. The Prison Lion, Yan Ping, and the others had indeed concealed something from him, but it was undeniable that, at least for now, within the Soulforgetting Ruins, they were still powerful allies.
At this rate, the group absolutely would not last long before dying here one after another.
The sheer lethality of the swarms of Purple Garrison Water Shadows was already astonishing. If Purple Garrison Shadows truly appeared, no one knew what the situation would become.
Still, Lu Xiaotian was not the sort to be frightened witless by the Purple Garrison Shadows. If Ning Qinghe and the others could be saved, he would have to lend them a hand.
The Purple Garrison Water Shadows were formidable, but so long as they could break free of their entrapment by the Black Violet Yinwater, the crisis before them could be eased.
Though Ning Qinghe, the Prison Lion, and the others' divine senses were nowhere near as powerful as Lu Xiaotian's, they too had noticed the key to breaking the deadlock.
However, even after taking out everything on their bodies capable of holding the Black Violet Yinwater and storing away a certain amount, compared with the boundless ocean surrounding them, the portion removed with their various treasures was nothing but scratching an itch through a boot.
Moreover, as the astonishingly damp, icy aura continually swept over from the Purple Garrison Water Shadows, Ning Qinghe, Daoist Weasel, and the others were increasingly affected. Their speed gradually dropped. Without another method, they would soon follow in the footsteps of the Empty Tortoise Demon.
Lu Xiaotian had not chosen to act at once. On one hand, he was wary of whether a stronger enemy was lurking nearby; on the other, he wanted to see whether the crisis before him could force the