It was no time to worry about such things. Lu Xiaotian shook his head to himself and struck out several palms in succession, driving back the Purple Garrison Water Shadows before him.
The old monsters in the Dusk-Crossing Stone Pagoda had already emerged. He had too many debts to worry about adding another; one more Purple Garrison Shadow would make little difference. They were all old monsters who had cultivated Primordial Spirit bodies. Whether there was one or two, he still couldn't stop them.
Chilling air swept toward them in waves. As the Purple Garrison Water Shadows charged, their bodies kept shifting and changing. Boom! In their fierce clash, Lu Xiaotian's palm shadows struck a Purple Garrison Water Shadow as though he had hit a colossal iceberg that had stood unmelted for ten thousand years.
Each Purple Garrison Water Shadow before him seemed to conceal a different iceberg within. More than ten icebergs were faintly linked by some inscrutable connection.
Part of the cold they released seemed to keep building upon itself, which was why so many Daluo Golden Immortal-level experts present felt such immense pressure.
Not all of the chilling air could accumulate, however. Otherwise, the likes of Prison Lion and Yan Ping would have been in even worse shape.
As expected of the Purple Garrison Demon Emperor. Even after some demons absorbed only a portion of his diluted blood, it had produced such wondrous changes.
Lu Xiaotian was secretly astonished, but he didn't dare stay there any longer. There were only a dozen or so Purple Garrison Water Shadows, yet the destructive force they unleashed was clearly far more terrifying than before.
The Dusk-Crossing Stone Pagoda had evidently provoked them. If dozens of Purple Garrison Water Shadows surrounded him, their astonishingly cold aura would converge into one. Lu