With Wang Tuoguai also exceptionally vigilant, he gave Lu Xiaotian no chance to suddenly close in. Those rat fangs gave Lu Xiaotian an extremely bad feeling, especially when they stabbed straight at him. He felt the blood within his body surge, as though it were slipping out of his control and about to be sucked away by those fangs. If he were truly struck by them, the consequences would be too dreadful to contemplate.
At close range, Wang Tuoguai relied on the black wings on his back to maneuver, and his speed was no slower than Lu Xiaotian's. Lu Xiaotian swiftly made his judgment. The battle between the Earthsplitter Saber and the tiger-headed saber was also hanging by a thread.
Lu Xiaotian drew a breath. Facing such a formidable Golden Core Middle Stage Cultivator, he hid nothing further. With a pat on his Spirit Beast Bag, a silver-gray figure flashed out. Di Kun pounced from within with a low growl, his four limbs slightly crouched as he rapidly bounded across the ground. At times, he beat his wings and leaped into the air. He was incomparably fast; at a glance, only a blur of Di Kun's afterimages could be seen.
"Flying Silver Corpse Di Kun!" Wang Tuoguai cried out in alarm, repeatedly thrusting the rat fangs in his hand toward Di Kun. Yet Di Kun was too fast, and none of the attacks struck him.
Roar! Di Kun's body suddenly halted. Opening his great mouth, waves of sound poured from his throat like ripples on water, spreading toward Wang Tuoguai.
Wang Tuoguai's face paled slightly, but soon returned to normal. His cultivation was ultimately much higher than Di Kun's. Yet when he took a step, he suddenly discovered that his speed had slowed considerably. Stepping into the area where the