Although the three Demon Fox squads were not the main targets, the exploding mud and water still erupted with considerable killing force. For a time, who knew how many Demon Foxes coughed up blood.
The black fox man and the two old men at the very front had sensed that something was wrong and resisted the blast's aftermath with all their strength, yet they were still sent flying, vomiting blood.
This was not the power of Niu Youdao's attack, but the backlash from the power they themselves had amassed.
Niu Youdao shot into the sky from the exploding mud ball. In the fleeting glance as he escaped, he roughly understood what had happened. So a pack of Demon Foxes had joined forces to form an array against him, gathering the demon power of so many Demon Foxes. No wonder such terrifying force had appeared.
Though he had remained calm in the face of danger, once he escaped it, a wave of lingering fear rose within him, leaving him immensely relieved.
He did not thank his own ability to adapt, although that adaptability had indeed been one reason he survived this calamity. In the end, however, he had to thank the Qiankun Jue that he was able to cultivate. Without it, he would never have possessed the foundational ability to react as he had.
Otherwise, his rash action today would likely have cast him into a place of eternal damnation. He would have been dead for certain.
After this ordeal, he roughly understood why this group of Demon Foxes had managed to linger on in the Desolate Ancient Deadlands until now.
He guessed that even the Nine Saints would not dare easily burrow beneath the swamp to pursue them. Once surrounded and trapped within the Demon Foxes' array, even the Nine