At the critical moment, Lu Xiaotian drew upon the formation's power to shield himself. Once he was knocked out of the formation, the formation would break, and this time, he would truly be facing disaster on every side.
"Still not dead?!" Wang Tuoguai was in a sorry state as well. Seeing Lu Xiaotian being caught and lowered by the yin-yang fish, Wang Tuoguai's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. He could scarcely believe what he was seeing. Lu Xiaotian's vitality was actually this formidable. Wang Tuoguai had been extremely confident in that last strike—not only had it been immensely powerful, it had also caught him off guard. Even a Golden Core Late Stage cultivator might have fallen unconscious after suffering such a grievous blow, much less Lu Xiaotian.
"The one who should die is you." Lu Xiaotian watched the withered-vine old hand sweep toward him again. Di Kun, humiliated into fury, pounced once more, its three tails cracking through the air as though they would lash the void apart. The three tails clashed fiercely with the withered-vine old hand behind Wang Tuoguai.
Lu Xiaotian was gravely wounded, and the spiritual power throughout his body could no longer be mobilized. He had no strength to join this fight. Fortunately, he could still use his secondary Primordial Spirit to command the power of the Eight Trigrams Locking-Demon Formation and entangle Wang Tuoguai once more. The yin-yang fish drifted unpredictably between the formation gates, repeatedly blocking Wang Tuoguai whenever he tried to break free. Yet although Wang Tuoguai was also injured, his wounds were far lighter than Lu Xiaotian's. Trapped within the formation, his fierce desire to survive drove him to unleash every last ounce of his strength. The withered-vine monstrous hand behind him had an exceptionally long arm, and it could