What puzzled Pig Seven even more was that these Nine Nether Weak Water seemed to have originally been part of Lu Xiaotian's plan. How had they suddenly spiraled out of control?
He did not suspect Lu Xiaotian. Even if Lu Xiaotian intended to use the Nine Nether Weak Water to destroy the enemy, he would never choose to do so before the outcome of such a great battle had been decided.
The army centered around the Dragon Domain was temporarily at a disadvantage, but it would be no easy task for the extraterrestrial heavenly demons to claim a complete victory. From what he knew of Lu Xiaotian, even if Lu Xiaotian wanted to win, he would never be reckless to such an extent.
After this wave of Nine Nether Weak Water rampaged through the battlefield, the casualties among the various Dragon Domain races were merely somewhat lower. Aside from those who had died on the battlefield, nearly half had failed to retreat in time.
Although Pig Seven had done everything in his power to save some of them, the effect had been negligible. Seeing such a horrific sight before him, a deep sense of powerlessness surged through his heart.
Even Pig Seven, who could enter and leave the Nine Nether Weak Water freely, felt this way. On everyone else's faces, there was nothing left but fear.
Along with their fear came a trace of bewilderment. Watching the Nine Nether Weak Water rage into a sea and continue spreading madly farther and farther away, the vast majority of the immortal army, demons, and devils had no idea which direction they should flee.
Lu Xiaotian's true body was still within the Mystic Ice Fortress. He was not trapped now. As the Witch Emperor and Wen Yan battled, more and more of their