"Caw caw." Little Fire Crow gave Lu Xiaotian a disdainful look, its chatter full of contempt, and spread its wings wide as a large billowing cloud of true Fanluo Spiritfire almost completely enveloped it. After pondering for a moment, Little Fire Crow waved its left wing, and a single blossom of Fanluo Spiritfire drifted toward Lu Xiaotian.
Lu Xiaotian's face darkened. Ever since he had obtained a large chunk of panqing stone last time, he had immediately run into Xiang Huaxin and had not found the time to refine it. Even for Lu Xiaotian as he was now, it remained a trump card meant for the bottom of the chest. Especially without the Fanluo Spiritfire, the might of the Seven-Tiered Dagoba would also drop quite a bit. Trapped in such a perilous place as this right now, being able to increase his strength by even a fraction was always a good thing.
Before he knew it, he had already stayed in this place for a solid half a year. Aside from the He people from before, the opposing side had also mobilized parts of the Yi people and the Megalithic tribe to come and blockade the area. Battles of all sizes raged constantly between the two sides. Until half a month ago, when they once again crossed paths with the one-eyed, three-armed giant, a fierce battle erupted that drew in large numbers of terracotta cavalry and powerhouses from several branches of the Qin clan. Lu Xiaotian, Xiang Kuang, and He Hu were once again scattered. However, before getting separated, Lu Xiaotian had drawn a massive amount of the enemy forces away. He reckoned that Xiang Kuang and that foolish boy He Hu should not be in too much danger.
The one-eyed, three-armed giant once again found himself bogged down in