After Lu Xiaotian killed the first Tenth Tier twin-tailed mirage wolf, his heart settled. Though these mirage wolves were formidable, their greatest strength lay in illusions that made it impossible to tell truth from falsehood. Without those illusions, they were no more than ordinary monsters.
For the moment, Lu Xiaotian had no time to worry about the mirage wolf's escaping Primordial Spirit. While the Eleventh Tier wolf chieftain was locked in a stalemate with Xiang Yihang, he would first do his best to kill the other, somewhat weaker mirage wolves.
Of course, Xiang Yihang had to hold out a little longer, too. If he fell too quickly, it would put them at a considerable disadvantage. Lu Xiaotian would have to judge for himself how to manage the situation.
So far, Lu Xiaotian had yet to see a cultivator of the same rank withstand the might of the Misty Sword Formation. Even against a Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator, he dared to fight. Once he killed the other Tenth Tier mirage wolves, Xiang Yihang's death would no longer matter to the overall situation!
Lu Xiaotian gave a quiet, amused laugh. The desperate situation that had once loomed like dark clouds over a besieged city now seemed to clear like mist parting to reveal a blue sky.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, I'll teach you the complete incantation for controlling the Blood Cauldron Soul-Refining Formation. But you must swear a blood oath to join forces with me and use it to kill this Eleventh Tier wolf chieftain. You must not use your sword formation against me. Otherwise, I'd rather die than let you get anything out of this." Lu Xiaotian had already made his plans, but he hadn't expected Xiang Yihang to back down now.
"A blood oath? I don't know how that works.