The Demon-Suppressing Tower was still far from fully developed. Clashing head-on with Ancestor Han Chi's spirit-linked artifact had naturally left it at a great disadvantage. Lu Xiaotian felt some private regret. It seemed that after joining forces with Chi Yunsang and the Iron Corpse Sheath to kill Ghost Venerable's avatar, he had begun to underestimate the avatars of Nascent Soul Cultivators.
He had thought that no matter how formidable they were, they would be unable to do anything to him. He had not expected the situation to be far more complicated than he had imagined. Back then, although Ghost Venerable and Xiong Ao had joined hands, they had also guarded against each other. Naturally, their true bodies had retained most of their strength, leaving their avatars' methods considerably weakened.
But Ancestor Han Chi's avatar before him, as an avatar of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, possessed not only powerful methods but also strange and ever-changing ones. In their first exchange alone, Lu Xiaotian had suffered a heavy loss.
"Trying to leave? It won't be that easy." Ancestor Han Chi gave a sinister chuckle. The two ice whips in the air, accompanied by howling winds, lashed toward Lu Xiaotian. "I am extremely interested in those little black insects of yours that can break formations. Today, I'll take them all while I'm at it."
Lu Xiaotian took a breath and slapped his Spirit-Nurturing Gourd. The Fire Flood Dragon Bow and arrows flew out. He would hardly be careless enough to personally receive Ancestor Han Chi's ice whips with his physical body. Nocking two Fire Flood Dragon Arrows, Lu Xiaotian swallowed the essence soul of a ninth-rank demon leopard and drew the bow.
Whoosh, whoosh! The two sharp arrows shot through the air, transforming into roaring fire flood dragons. Their momentum was terrifying.
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