Lu Xiaotian looked back. The one hurrying up behind him was a Demon Realm powerhouse whose body was as faint and ethereal as water, with a blurred appearance whose features were indistinguishable.
There was also one carrying a huge Xuanwu pattern on his body. Based on Lu Xiaotian's understanding of the Immortal Realm, he should be from the Xuanwu Palace Master of the Yu Xuan Heavenly Court. Without an imperial title, his strength should be roughly comparable to that of the Blood-Eyed Zhuan.
The Dragon Seal Sect Master drove the Blood-Eyed Zhuan back with a single palm strike, and at the same time, hundreds of dragon shadows from the Thousand Dragon Brahma Lamps smashed into the illusory shadow of the Ghost Burial Boundary Stele, directly forcing it into the rift.
As for the Blood-Eyed Zhuan, he proved quite quick-witted. Using the cover of the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine's shadow, his body transformed into hundreds of bloody figures that fled in different directions simultaneously, dodging a calamity by the skin of his teeth.
The Dragon Seal Sect Master had limited energy, and coupled with the arrival of two strong reinforcements for the enemy, he temporarily had no mind to continue pursuing the Blood-Eyed Zhuan.
Seeing that Lu Xiaotian had already leaped into the spatial rift, the Dragon Seal Sect Master pondered slightly, his figure flashing as he followed right after him.
The enemy's strength was far too formidable. If he did not take the opportunity while they were temporarily separated to kill as many as possible or severely injure a few, once the enemy formed a united front, he and Lu Xiaotian would be left with nothing to do but flee for their lives.
The fleeting window of opportunity in battle waited for no one. The effect of the spatial rift made no