Clang, clang, clang! With a sweep of his hand, Lu Xiaotian sent a sword strike flashing out. Its blade-shadow forced back both the Blazing Sun Heavenly Astral Rings and the Great Sun Golden Wheels, while the resulting waves of magical combat ravaged everything around them.
Those who were even a little slow to retreat couldn't withstand such violent aftershocks. The number of cult members who had perished in the chaos had already reached the hundreds of thousands—and that was with Venerable Shengyang directing them to keep falling back.
"Die!" The Flame Man was so furious that his anger threatened to overwhelm him. Even now, he hadn't managed to wound his opponent in the slightest. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before Lu Xiaotian broke out of the passage.
How could the Flame Man accept such an outcome? With all his might, he fused the five Blazing Sun Heavenly Astral Rings into one, driving their speed and power to their utmost limits.
"Don't rush in too recklessly." Venerable Shengyang's expression changed, and he hurriedly warned him.
There was no denying the enemy's strength. It wasn't that the three of them weren't doing their utmost or that they were coordinating poorly.
They simply lacked the ability to keep him here. Perhaps if the alchemical-spirit army outside and the two Saint Alchemical Spirits hadn't been there to support them, and if Nan Yaochen and Bai He had joined the encirclement, the Great Sun Immortal Sect's battle formation might have been able to adjust at its leisure, giving them a decent chance of killing him.
But that was no longer realistic. Lu Xiaotian had focused on maneuvering rather than attacking, not because he lacked the ability to strike back. Now it came down to which side would expose an opening first. The Flame