The moment Lu Xiaotian saw that Zhan Ming was planning to escape, he noticed there was still power to spare in the silver leaves' silver astral demon-subduing force. With a thought, the force between the leaves took the shape of a silver wheel and swept hundreds of yards in an instant, enveloping Zhan Ming and the ghosts under his command. Silver light spread like a curtain, and the sinister ghost domain dissolved, replaced by a solemn, imposing aura.
Zhan Ming, Zhi Zhou, and the other ghost commanders all unleashed their signature techniques, struggling to break free of the silver astral demon-subduing circle.
"Fellow Daoist Di Yao, go help the cultivators from the Myriad Beasts Sect," Lu Xiaotian said, glancing at Di Yao, who was staring in stunned silence.
Only then did Di Yao come back to his senses. Faced with such a vast aura of Buddhist power, even the demonic arts he cultivated seemed to be suppressed. He felt thoroughly uncomfortable. A moment ago, when he had faced Zhan Ming and the Golden Core-level ghosts under his command, he had been outnumbered and had nearly fallen into their trap.
Lu Xiaotian was also at the Golden Core Late Stage, yet with a single move he had easily suppressed Zhi Zhou, whose strength surpassed his own. Now, even while facing Zhan Ming and the others, he showed no sign of running out of strength. If anything, he seemed to have plenty left. They were all Golden Core Late Stage cultivators—how could the gap between them be so immense?
At Lu Xiaotian's reminder, Di Yao snapped out of it and swung his halberd at the ghosts surrounding Xiao Qingyu.
Di Yao was, after all, a top-tier Golden Core Late Stage expert. Though the ghosts had surrounded Xiao Qingyu and the others, they