Lu Xiaotian smiled bitterly and shook his head. He had originally thought that in this great battle to besiege Foul Celestial Dragon, the hardest person to rein in would be Xiang Kuang, as once the mad dragon bloodline was ignited, it was very difficult to control oneself.
Unexpectedly, Xiang Kuang recognized the huge gap between them and the enemy, and worrying that his own rash advance would cause damage to the dragons, he joined forces with Wen Yan and Gu Han to fight steadily and cautiously. On the contrary, the variable turned out to be Yan Ji, the one with the strongest strength.
Regarding the madness in Yan Ji, Lu Xiaotian was also helpless. He could only mobilize the power of the dragon totem, ready to intervene at any time.
Yan Ji fought too boldly; the slightest carelessness would incur a thunderous strike from Foul Celestial Dragon. Relying solely on a wisp of divided spirit, it would be a piece of cake for Lu Xiaotian to mobilize the totem power to intercept ordinary immortal lords. Yet, intercepting a powerhouse of Foul Celestial Dragon's caliber required a very long period of gathering power before having a single opportunity.
Under Kuang Ziyou's command, the three Saint Pill Spirits fought the most conservatively. The strength of the Saint Pill Spirits could not compare with Jin Tong and the others, and the pill spirit army could not match Lofty Dragon Army either; fighting more conservatively was simply a limitation of their strength.
If they were truly to swarm toward Foul Celestial Dragon all at once, Lu Xiaotian would instead have a headache, as the situation would be far too chaotic for him to manage at all.
Swish, swish, swish! The three Saint Saber Spirits had their long sabers looped around their waists, their sturdy