Lu Xiaotian flew extremely slowly through the air, forced to exert every ounce of strength to dodge the chaotic currents. Even though he tried to avoid them from far away, he was still driven left and right in the air by two utterly different forces, looking utterly battered and disheveled.
Molten lava splashed everywhere around him, spatial restrictions collapsed, and great mountains caved in. Yet the sword embryo left behind by Venerable Misty, the body of the Buddhist Monk of the Pagoda, and the resentment and trace of instinctive battle intent they had left behind could actually reach such terrifying heights.
A chaotic fist force shattered Lu Xiaotian's protective spiritual shield and struck him squarely in the back. It came so fast that he had no time to mount much of a defense. In his haste, a thought flashed through his mind, and he activated the Wishful Battle Armor. A silver flash of armor appeared across his back, as though he had received divine aid. It was precisely the Wishful Battle Armor he had seized from Xiong Ba. After several years of ceaseless day-and-night refinement, Lu Xiaotian could now barely operate the magical artifact. Although he could not wield it as freely as Xiong Ba or unleash its formidable killing power in actual combat, it was just barely sufficient for defense. At the very least, it was far better than taking the ferocious, wildly flying forces head-on with his flesh. Pfft! Even so, Lu Xiaotian's back felt as though it had been struck by lightning. His throat turned sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Where is the teleportation array?" Lu Xiaotian transmitted to Luo Zhongting again. Even after exerting himself to the utmost, he had flown only several dozen zhang and had still been injured. Looking out,