Human calculations fall short of heaven's calculations; for thousands of years, the number of Spirit Transformation-stage powerhouses that have perished at this monarch's hands is no less than five fingers, yet I never expected to finally fall into your hands. The Snowy-Domain Demon Deer looked at Lu Xiaotian, who sat cross-legged before it, with a complex expression. Can you spare this monarch's life? As a Spirit Transformation powerhouse, even if I cannot be thrown into actual combat, my experience alone is something you could never trade for no matter how many Spirit Stones you have.
"No." Lu Xiaotian said with a calm expression. Having gone through such difficulty to obtain the Primordial Spirit essence of a Spirit Transformation-stage demonic beast, how could Lu Xiaotian possibly have any reason to give it up? Besides, regarding the guidance of a Spirit Transformation powerhouse, Lu Xiaotian had already trapped True Person Ghost-Fire and the Dragon Lion within the Shift Mirror. By comparison, the Snowy-Domain Demon Deer naturally became far less important.
What was more, under the circumstances where he could not temporarily break through to the Spirit Transformation realm, utilizing the Primordial Spirit essence of the Snowy-Domain Demon Deer was the only shortcut to temporarily and substantially increase his strength. At present, several Immortal Dynasties were mobilizing great armies, preparing to resume a decisive battle with the allied Ghost and Devil Races. Although the eighteen golden men were sharp, after all, he could not fully master them and turn them into his own battle prowess.
"Give me a quick end. If possible, help me kill the Purple-Crocodile Ghost Monarch." Seeing Lu Xiaotian's gaze, which contained not a shred of emotion, the Snowy-Domain Demon Deer gave an inner sigh and spoke.
"Alright." Lu Xiaotian nodded, pressing his palms together as wisps of dense blood-qi