"What?" Xu Qin's face paled. She had only noticed the bloody aura blanketing the entire Spirit Mist Mountain Region and felt secretly puzzled. She had never expected that all her rushing about would instead make things worse.
"What are you waiting for? Go, quickly." Lu Xiaotian urged her on.
"Oh, all right!" Xu Qin felt a pang of distress. She was secretly shaken by Xiang Nanming's methods as well. That old monster had laid his plans step by step, and every move she made seemed to fall within his calculations. Now, she could only place her hopes in Lu Xiaotian, the outsider who had originally been uninvolved. Xu Qin glanced at Lu Xiaotian's vaguely visible, ramrod-straight figure within the formation, and her confidence grew a little stronger. That somewhat lean, unimposing figure now seemed to possess the miraculous effect of a sea-calming needle in Xu Qin's eyes. His expression had never once shown panic; after looking at him a few times, she found herself subtly influenced by him and gradually calmed down as well.
Xu Qin stamped her foot and turned to leave the Spirit Mist Mountain Region.
"Old Monster Mengshan, your methods truly aren't bad. The person that little girl invited turned out to be your helper." The blood-clad demonic soul controlled by True Person Mengshan let out a bizarre laugh.
"That little girl overestimated herself, but this silver-haired brat in front of us is troublesome indeed. My main body isn't here, and in a clash of divine senses, I actually can't beat him." The enormous shadow formed from the demonic spirit was not conspicuous within the bloody mist. At least, with Xiang Yuze and the others deliberately keeping their distance, the attacks of the demonic spirit controlled by Xiang Nanming had not been affected in the slightest. Yet