The ripples from the battle between the two sides had already been terrifying enough; now, the methods the Witch Emperor employed were even more powerful than before.
Even the two ancestral witches, Wu Yu and Wu Ni, caught in the middle, had nearly suffered grievous injuries from the slightest carelessness. Much less ordinary Emperor-realm powerhouses like them—if bad luck drew them into it, the consequences would be impossible to predict.
Cry! The white giant roc formed by the Witch Aspect Sacred Spirit beat its wings, seemingly drawing forth an endless tide of cold from the depths of the void. It came crashing down upon Lu Xiaotian head-on, turning everything in its path into a world of frost.
The shattered space, raging lightning, leaping flames, and howling gales were all frozen solid in that instant.
The white giant roc pecked with its beak, and a roc phantom followed the divine consciousness Lu Xiaotian had spread outside, seemingly pecking directly toward the depths of his sea of consciousness.
This method of attack was already somewhat akin to Lu Xiaotian's Soul Domain Dharma Realm. Lu Xiaotian had always been renowned for the strength of his Primordial Spirit; compared to ordinary methods of combat, he was more adept at clashes on the level of the Primordial Spirit.
Yet faced with the immensely oppressive attack of the white giant roc, Lu Xiaotian treated it as a formidable enemy for the moment. The Witch Emperor's Primordial Spirit had originally been inferior to his, but the white giant roc's power to attack the Primordial Spirit was already nearly equal to his own.
The other party had fused with the power of the Ancient Witch Clan Totem and could actually raise attacks on the Primordial Spirit level to such an astonishing extent. Though it had not employed a