No matter what, escaping from the Pot's shadow was a good thing. The situation before them remained incomparably grim, but Lu Xiaotian's risky strike just now had unleashed such formidable power that he now had a chance to break through.
That chance was still faint in a situation like this, but at least he could glimpse a pitiful glimmer of dawn in the absolute darkness.
He would no longer be helpless whenever he encountered a slightly more complicated or difficult situation, like when he had been trapped by the Turbid Immortal Pot's shadow just now.
"Bastard!" The Wuyu Fire Salamander could hardly accept what had just happened. Although his injuries in the Mind-Destroying Buddha Domain had unexpectedly given him new insights into his cultivation technique and allowed him to advance, he was still wounded.
Without the Turbid Immortal Pot, his own abilities alone were no match for Lu Xiaotian and the others working together.
But with the Turbid Immortal Pot in hand, he had at least felt somewhat confident facing them.
Now that Lu Xiaotian had unleashed that last technique, the Wuyu Fire Salamander felt that even this final support was no longer reliable. He was anxious, and his frustration quickly turned to rage.
The Wuyu Fire Salamander's cultivation was far higher than Lu Xiaotian and the others', and his eye was exceptionally sharp. He could tell at once that although Lu Xiaotian had managed to unleash that devastating strike by sheer luck, it had surpassed his original level. Lu Xiaotian had clearly suffered a backlash.
The Wuyu Fire Salamander refused to believe Lu Xiaotian could unleash the same attack many more times.
Even if Lu Xiaotian could use it two or three more times, in a place like the Cloud-Wreathed Devil Palace, that would only let him escape danger