Groups of Li Hu Flame Ghosts attacked this stormy region, while some, refusing to believe in evil, continued attacking the phantom in the air.
Yet no matter where they attacked, none of it had the intended effect. Thunder, rain, and raging wind continued unabated. Ghosts within the area under their control lay dead and wounded everywhere, but they still could not force Lu Xiaotian's exact whereabouts into the open. This left the Li Hu Ghost Emperor frantic with anxiety.
"Gather your people and attack these Daluo Golden Immortal-level dragons, along with the other demons and monsters!"
Seeing that the wine-bag-and-rice-bag subordinates beneath him could not force Lu Xiaotian out and had instead suffered heavy casualties,
while he himself was struggling under the encirclement of a group of junior Daluo Golden Immortals and feeling utterly stifled, he came up with another plan. Lu Xiaotian was currently using skill to overcome brute force, making it impossible for all the ghost clans—including himself—to locate his true body. But no matter how powerful the other party's methods were, he could not conceal Wen Tingdao, the Black Dragon, and the others.
If they concentrated their strength on these juniors, even killing or seriously wounding two or three of them, the Li Hu Ghost Emperor's situation would improve greatly.
A vast number of clans gathered around them, giving the Li Hu Ghost Emperor a little more of a sense of security. If Lu Xiaotian wanted to attack him now, he would have to break through the clans' obstruction first. No matter how strong his opponent was, there was a limit; he could not possibly face no resistance at all.
"With these ghosts under your command, you really can't stop me." When Lu Xiaotian's voice rang out from the void, thunder and rain spread outward together with