After that battle, Lu Xiaotian had expended a tremendous amount of magical power. Only by drawing on the power stored in the Blood-Melting Pearl had he avoided the embarrassment of nearly running dry. If he hadn't had other means of protecting himself, he never would have pursued Gu Hai so relentlessly. With his magical power so depleted, running into other cultivators with ill intentions—or even having Xiang Yihang turn against him—would have been extremely dangerous.
Of course, all that was just hypothetical. If he had possessed only this little skill, Lu Xiaotian would never have ventured alone into Starshatter Valley.
"Let's go see how things are going with Xiang Yihang." After collecting Gu Hai's devil corpse, Lu Xiaotian headed straight toward the place where Xiang Yihang and Gu Liehuo had fought.
As he drew closer, the fluctuations of magical power had already subsided, and the vast devilish aura had ebbed away.
Lu Xiaotian flew nearer and looked into the distance. Among the range of rolling mountains, a set of eighteen formation flags sprawled across the slopes, half blue and half red. The flags connected to form the shapes of two flying scorpions, drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. From afar, they looked less like flags and more like scorpions leaping through the mountains.
Among the undulating peaks, mist and dispersing devilish energy roiled. Even Lu Xiaotian's sharp eyes couldn't make out what was happening clearly.
He landed on a nearby mountaintop, sat cross-legged, and gazed down at the fierce struggle unfolding among the peaks.
By nightfall, the scene within the formation slowly came into view. A gigantic blue scorpion and a red one had pinned a one-horned Gu beast in a hollow dozens of feet deep. Xiang Yihang hovered in midair, his expression grave. Holding a huge