In this particular environment, even without making a move, Lu Xiaotian could make Xiong Ba feel the immense pressure radiating from him just by standing there.
If Xiong Ba could close the distance and stay right behind Lu Xiaotian, then Lu Xiaotian must have a way to survive within the restrictions. Though Xiong Ba knew nothing about them, he could use Lu Xiaotian to escape their strange and powerful attacks.
What Xiong Ba didn't understand was Lu Xiaotian's nature. Unless he was absolutely certain of success, Lu Xiaotian would never reveal himself lightly.
Xiong Ba raced along behind him. Fine snowflakes drifted down from the gray sky. Lu Xiaotian seemed to move without any pattern, sometimes even backtracking dozens of steps. His pace wasn't fast, and Xiong Ba's heart lifted; at such a short distance, he had a good chance of catching up. But several Sword Qi streaks drifting from the gray sky sealed off every path forward.
With a loud shout, Xiong Ba sent a gray glow surging from his gauntlet, forming a huge silver-gray shield before him. Several Sword Qi slashed into it, but it didn't budge. Bracing the shield in front of him, Xiong Ba hurried toward Lu Xiaotian.
Lu Xiaotian gave a soft exclamation, surprised that Xiong Ba had such a trick up his sleeve. But his surprise quickly turned to a cold sneer. If it were so easy to approach him, he wouldn't have shown himself so soon.
When Xiong Ba was no more than a hundred zhang from Lu Xiaotian, the distance was nothing to a ninth-rank demon beast like him—he could cover it in the space of a few breaths. But at that moment, he seemed to have stirred up a hornet's nest. More than a dozen streaks of Sword Qi slashed at