The small number of Flowfire Stones posed no real threat to Lu Xiaotian, but in this bizarre space, there were so many of them that even he felt close to breaking down.
The rain of Flowfire Stones came in fits and starts, but it gave Lu Xiaotian almost no chance to catch his breath. Later, his whole body ached as if he were about to die. He had no particularly serious external injuries, yet the accumulated soreness had reached the point where even lifting his hand was an immense struggle.
Fortunately, back when Lu Xiaotian had been in Xiangdu, he had collected quite a few demon-beast souls of the Tenth Tier and above. Given his strength, there were few opponents who could force him to use demon-beast souls, and when he did, they were usually Twelfth-Tier creatures. Thus, aside from his ordinary cultivation, he rarely consumed Tenth- or Eleventh-Tier souls. He had accumulated quite a stock.
Lu Xiaotian used the Devouring Soul Art and swallowed a Tenth-Tier demon-beast soul, then poured another mouthful of Fierce-Monkey Wine into his mouth. A violent liquor surged through his body and exploded, while the ache in his flesh faded considerably.
Bang, bang! Every punch he threw and every kick he sent out was plain and unadorned, refined to the utmost simplicity. While using the Devouring Soul Art, Lu Xiaotian seized every moment to recover the spiritual power in his body and the blood-qi force of his flesh.
"I don't know when this Flowfire Stone onslaught will end. I have quite a few demon-beast souls on hand, but even so, I still can't keep up with the rate of consumption." Although he had temporarily weathered the crisis, there was not the slightest trace of joy on Lu Xiaotian's face. If this continued, he would still