It had to be said that whether in strength or scheming, Wang Tuoguai stood among the very best. Even Chi Yunsang, a Golden Core Late Stage cultivator, might not have expected Wang Tuoguai to have such a trick up his sleeve. Not only did he possess two Devouring Fangs, such formidable talisman spirit artifacts, but also that withered-vine strange hand and those black wings that could suddenly send his speed soaring. Through no fewer than a hundred battles of landing on islands and breaking restrictions, Lu Xiaotian had never seen Wang Tuoguai use them. With Wang Tuoguai's strength, even a Golden Core Late Stage cultivator would likely find it difficult to kill him. If caught unprepared, it would not have been surprising for one to fall victim to the withered-vine hand's sneak attack.
Wang Tuoguai's Primordial Spirit fled out in a panic, moving with astonishing speed—faster even than the escaping Primordial Spirits of demon beasts Lu Xiaotian had encountered before. As Lu Xiaotian relaxed slightly after killing Wang Tuoguai, Wang Tuoguai had already seized the moment and shot outward at top speed. Unfortunately, no matter how thoroughly Wang Tuoguai had plotted, it was all in vain. He was inside a formation. Even with a physical body, he had been unable to escape; much less now, when he was only a Primordial Spirit. Wang Tuoguai's Primordial Spirit crashed about several formation gates until it was battered black and blue, yet still failed to find the slightest opening through which to flee.
He was certainly fast. Lu Xiaotian came back to his senses and sneered, flicking his fingers repeatedly. A gray net covered Wang Tuoguai's Primordial Spirit, leaving it with nowhere to run.
"Lu, Fellow Daoist Lu, spare, spare my life!" Wang Tuoguai's Primordial Spirit cried out in terror.
Having suffered a