When Lu Xiaotian was first hunted down by the Four Heavenly Emperors, although he had been unable to defeat them, they had also found it difficult to confine him to any one place.
Lu Xiaotian fought and retreated all the way, and only after quite some time was he finally forced into that mysterious spatial formation.
Later, after surviving the calamity and returning to the Dragon Domain, he defeated the Four Heavenly Emperors. Since then, he had never encountered anyone or anywhere capable of restraining him.
Yet now, Lu Xiaotian felt as though every step was difficult. The extreme cold around him was secondary; for the time being, it could not invade his body.
The true problem was the enormous formation formed by those golden-gray ice peaks. Everything within several million li had become a vast mystic ice fortress. The Ancient Witch Clan's totemic power surged without end, and Lu Xiaotian's cultivation was simply incapable of contending against such boundless, majestic force.
Faced with the Witch Emperor's methods, even the dragon race totem he had always relied on had strength enough but lacked scale. It could hold out for a time, but it could not outlast the enemy.
Lu Xiaotian's gaze flickered for a moment before he made his decision.
The power wielded by the Witch Emperor was far too formidable. Ordinary methods could no longer break this deadlock. Before such a heaven-shaking killing trap, he could only seek victory amid danger. Whether it worked or not, he had no other option for now.
Lu Xiaotian planted the Fangtian Halberd directly at his side. The dragon race totemic power formed an enormous barrier, blocking outside all the attacks of the three Ancestral Witches, the freezing aura around them, the white giant roc, wave after wave of gazes emitted by the