On the city wall, Bai Xiaotian, clad in a moon-white monk's robe, stood proudly against the wind like a wrathful Vajra.
His robes billowed without wind, and the exposed skin of his body gleamed dark gold. He wielded no Magic Treasure or weapon; with only a pair of iron fists, the dense barrage of fist shadows sent the demonic creatures on the battlements into terror, leaving them afraid to come within half a step of him.
Even the Flower Fruit Mountain demons, though they knew he was an ally, could not help feeling afraid and dared not approach him.
For a time, an open space was cleared out on the city wall.
The Demon Clan's Taiyi experts had no time to attend to this side, giving Gu Hualing plenty of room. However, the demonized Lu Huaming recognized neither kin nor friend, and showed her no mercy when attacking, making him difficult to handle.
Gu Hualing tightly gripped a white bone chain, which fluttered up and down like a spiritual serpent, entangling Lu Huaming's sword attacks as she circulated all her Magic Power to contend with him.
She knew time was pressing, yet she had been unable to control him, much less awaken him, and could not help growing deeply anxious.
After all, powerful enemies surrounded them, and the battlefield changed by the moment. Shen Luo, in particular, was under considerable pressure. If they delayed too long, who knew what unforeseen changes might occur?
At that moment, Bai Xiaotian, who had already slaughtered the Demon Clan into terror, suddenly descended from the sky and landed behind Lu Huaming.
He thrust both hands out beneath Lu Huaming's armpits, then fiercely clasped them upward and backward, firmly locking his shoulders and arms before shouting to Gu Hualing, "Hurry, find a way to wake