Lu Xiaotian's mana was already as powerful and refined as that of an ordinary Great Cultivator. And because he practiced the Ten-Turn Origin Fusion Art, the nine drops of Origin-Fusion Blood stored an additional ninety percent of his mana. With his mana and blood-qi alternating as they recovered, even Xiang Kuang might not be able to outlast him.
"Ah—" A scream rang out.
Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Kuang exchanged a glance. An overwhelming ghostly aura surged through the storm. The canyon, where not a blade of grass had grown, had turned lush and green as far as the eye could see. Trees stood in dense, leafy groves. A jade-green wooden phoenix spread its wings and cried out. It was not large, yet the dignity and nobility of the Phoenix Race clung to it, impossible to shake. On the other side, lightning snaked through the air as thunder boomed.
Two other familiar voices rang out as well.
"What powerful, pure ghostly aura. And that rampaging thunder is a lot fiercer than that brat Xiao Jinglei's. Since when did the Crimson Abyss Continent have such a formidable thunder cultivator? How come I never heard of him? Let's go take a look." Seeing the violent fluctuations of power in the distance, Xiang Kuang could barely contain his excitement at the prospect of a worthy hunt.
"They're not from the Crimson Abyss Continent. They came from the Blue Demon Sea. Let's go!" Before Xiang Kuang could say another word, Lu Xiaotian had already flown off toward the distance.
Just as Lu Xiaotian had expected, the figures in the canyon were indeed Mu Feng Nisang and Xiahou Dunfeng. Also present were Yuan Lie, the old monster Chixiao, an Eagle-Winged Ghost King with an eagle's wings sprouting from his back and talons in place of feet,