The Bloodwinged Flame Python Demon's appearance at this moment undoubtedly showed that its injuries had been lighter than Wenren Hanhai's.
Even with the unfathomably powerful Lu Xiaotian on their side, the enemy had more than twice as many Nascent Soul-level experts. What was more, they had the notorious Bloodwinged Flame Python Demon. The sword intent Lu Xiaotian had just displayed had seemed impossible for the Golden-Crowned Eagle Man and the Woman with a Coiled Bun to withstand, but neither believed Lu Xiaotian had the strength to fight the Bloodwinged Flame Python Demon.
Throughout the Blue Demon Sea, which great cultivator hadn't been famous for years? Lu Xiaotian had addressed that woman as a fellow cultivator, so they were clearly old acquaintances. But their cultivation levels had since diverged. With a Golden Core cultivator's mere few hundred years of life, how could an alchemist have grown into a great cultivator?
Besides, even great cultivators varied in strength. Hadn't Wenren Hanhai, himself a great cultivator, still narrowly lost to this blazing, fearsome python demon?
Lu Xiaotian looked into the distance. Farther out, the Demon Race's army was ten times larger than the force here, but there were only seven Demon Cultivators among them. Demonic beasts possessed varying degrees of intelligence. Some sea demons, even at Golden Core strength, were still far less clever than ordinary people. Though there were many beasts before them, they had none of the disciplined formations Lu Xiaotian had seen human cultivators of the Crimson Abyss Continent deploy; instead, they were far too scattered, more like a rabble. Of course, some beasts had naturally powerful bodies and innate abilities that humans could never match. Each had its own advantages.
The human cultivators aboard the flying vessel were in utter disarray, all staring pale-faced at the Demon Race army