Even this gray-brown vengeful spirit could still move. Lu Xiaotian had been walking through the formation for several days, yet he remained within this sprawling graveyard. In truth, he had covered some distance, but the grave mounds had been moving without him realizing it. Moreover, the aura within this vast graveyard was far too jumbled. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator, after remaining in a state of high tension for too long, would inevitably let his guard slip and mistake his direction.
There were too many resentful souls underground. Even with Lu Xiaotian's powerful Primordial Spirit, when his divine sense entered the ground, he had still failed to figure out what was going on. If not for Purpleleaf Zhenwu's help, Lu Xiaotian might still have been kept in the dark. And
the mastermind who had arranged this formation truly had profound schemes. A chill flickered across Lu Xiaotian's face. A pair of pale-red wings flashed behind him—the Bat King's Dharma Wings appeared. With a light flap, he crossed countless grave mounds and flew straight away in one direction.
Boom! A violent explosion erupted from the ground. Dozens of grave mounds vanished, scattering countless clods of earth and resentful spirits. Several figures shot out from within. As expected, two Tenth-Tier and one Eleventh-Tier Soul-Stinging Demon Spiders were besieging the Yin-Yang Lamefoot Monster, battling from underground all the way into midair.
The Yin-Yang Lamefoot Monster's face lit up when it saw Lu Xiaotian. "Fellow Daoist, help me!"
A glint flashed through Lu Xiaotian's eyes, and he said with a calm smile, "Very well. These vile beasts have troubled me once before. It's just the right time to settle that account."
Before Lu Xiaotian had even finished speaking, he raised a hand and sent several Demon-Suppressing Towers flying in succession. They thundered toward the