Boom! The giant hand pressed down on several immortal blades, forcing them another notch lower. Under the successive attacks of the five-colored dragon shadows, the immortal bell protecting Lan Shichang's body flickered with scattered immortal light. Several dragon shadows broke through the bell one after another, and a miserable scream rang out from within.
"Fellow Daoist Lan!" Feng Mingjie and the others who had rushed over to provide support cried out in alarm. They had already come to his aid with all their strength, yet they had still arrived a step too late. The several thousand immortals led by Lan Shichang melted away before their eyes like snow beneath the blazing sun.
From beginning to end, they had only seen Lu Xiaotian raise a hand. How terrifying was such strength? It had even surpassed the realm of a Daluo Golden Immortal. Could he have already cultivated a Primordial Spirit Body? Yet his methods did not seem to belong to that level.
For a moment, Feng Mingjie, Kuang Hai, and Wu Pinghan were filled with countless doubts. However, the death of their fellow soldiers and the thousands of immortal troops thrown into the fray like stones into the sea, without even raising a ripple, were enough to show how formidable their opponent was.
If the entire Xuanyang Immortal Army and the Azure Kirin Guards joined forces against Lu Xiaotian, it might not be a problem. However, although the Devil Race army had been forced back step by step under the suppression of the immortal troops, whose battle intent had been stirred by the Haoxian Golden Command, the Devil Race army's combat strength and sheer scale were still there. It was impossible for them to collapse at the first touch.
The forces that could temporarily free themselves to attack Lu Xiaotian had