Lu Xiaotian watched Wang Tuoguai coldly. He was quite wary of the rat fangs in Wang Tuoguai's hands, that pair of talisman-spirit artifacts. He merely had Di Kun, who excelled at close combat, restrict Wang Tuoguai's range of movement and speed, while using the Eight Trigrams Locking-Demon Formation to hold Wang Tuoguai back. Keeping his distance, he attacked only with the Fire Flood Dragon Bow. He would never give Wang Tuoguai a chance to get close. He could feel the intense danger emanating from that pair of rat fangs.
Several times, Wang Tuoguai tried to charge in and kill Lu Xiaotian, but Di Kun and the formation's power restrained him, greatly slowing him down. Lu Xiaotian always evaded from afar, attacking only with arrows. Clearly, he intended to wear Wang Tuoguai to death this way.
"Buzzz—" A sudden mournful wail sounded from within the formation. Wang Tuoguai looked over, and his expression changed drastically. His Tiger-Head Saber was severely restricted within the Eight Trigrams Locking-Demon Formation. Under the Earthsplitter Saber's all-out counterattack, its brownish-yellow glow had dimmed beyond measure. It seemed to have lost most of its spirituality and could no longer hold on.
At this rate, defeat is certain! Gritting his teeth, Wang Tuoguai suddenly caused one of the rat fangs in his hand to blaze with light. The runes upon it began circulating several times faster than before, and one of the two rat fangs shot toward Di Kun like lightning.
The explosive force behind this strike was enough to leave one dumbfounded. Moreover, Di Kun had already been lunging at Wang Tuoguai in an offensive posture over a short distance. In such haste, even if he changed moves, he could not match the rat fang's speed.
Di Kun's growth rate had surpassed his own by a considerable