"Exactly. That thunder cultivator and the wood phoenix are about to buckle. We need to send someone in to take their place." Xun Hong had never gotten along with Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng. He had even fought them at the Demonfall Altar. Later, at Starshatter Valley, this man had probably been the one who disrupted the altar as well. The Devil Race's grand plan had suffered a blow, and the one-eyed, three-armed devil had been relentlessly hunted by the Spirit Transformation ancestor of Xiang Kingdom. No one knew where he had gone. Two powerhouses like him had fallen in the battle at Starshatter Valley. Otherwise, how could the Devil Race have been so hard-pressed now?
"In that case, all the experts at the True Intent level, step forward and prepare to take over for Fellow Daoists Xiahou and Nishang!" Lu Xiaotian looked at the group locked in fierce combat with the Snowfield Demon Deer. He had not planned to stay here long, but given the situation, there might still be an opportunity. The others had not stayed back to watch after killing the Frost Wolves out of choice. The Spirit Transformation-level Snowfield Demon Deer had already gone berserk. Its savage phantoms filled the air wherever he looked, entangled with Xiang Kuang, Long Qiangu, and Zhou Rujun.
The chilling aura released by the Snowfield Demon Deer had been confined to an extremely small area. Even Lu Xiaotian knew that if he rashly entered it, his movements would be greatly hindered. His attacks would pose little threat to the deer, and those with weaker strength might even be frozen to death outright.
Xiang Kuang, Long Qiangu, and Zhou Rujun were protected by ancient inheritances from their respective immortal dynasties. Their defenses, not to mention their attacks, far surpassed Lu Xiaotian's group,