Luo Zhongting's Primordial Spirit was the most ferocious Lu Xiaotian had ever seen. Yet dealing with Primordial Spirits was Lu Xiaotian's specialty. The other party was only in Primordial Spirit form and simply had no power to contend with him. If he could not even capture a Primordial Spirit, he would never have survived until today. Earlier, he had deliberately chopped Luo Zhongting's Iron Corpse Sheath body into several pieces. On one hand, it was to completely erase Luo Zhongting's senses; on the other, it was to lull him into complacency. In truth, Lu Xiaotian's secondary Primordial Spirit had long been waiting in full readiness for Luo Zhongting's Primordial Spirit. The instant it emerged, it would be blocked head-on.
Now that Luo Zhongting's Primordial Spirit wanted to escape, how could Lu Xiaotian, who had prepared for so long, give it the chance? Luo Zhongting was so familiar with this place. Once his Primordial Spirit escaped, who knew what mischief he might stir up afterward.
Lu Xiaotian flicked out another Soul-Binding Net, sealing off another direction in which Luo Zhongting's Primordial Spirit could flee.
"Damn it!" Luo Zhongting's Primordial Spirit roared, but there was nothing he could do. This gray net was not a physical object. It seemed born specifically to imprison Primordial Spirits. Even a Primordial Spirit as powerful as his could not break through it.
Left with no choice, Luo Zhongting's Primordial Spirit changed direction again. Yet he soon discovered in horror that Lu Xiaotian could control five such gray nets at once, nearly sealing off every route of escape.
An hour later, Luo Zhongting's Primordial Spirit was sealed within the Soul-Sealing Pearl, a treasure specially made to imprison Primordial Spirits. Lu Xiaotian rarely used it, but it had come in handy now.
Watching Luo Zhongting's Primordial Spirit roar