"I'm taking Qingcheng out for a few days. We'll be back soon. Don't announce it to anyone outside. It's enough that you know." Lu Xiaotian said this to Xiang Kuang. After receiving Lu Xiaotian's telepathic message, Xiang Qingcheng arrived at his side in the blink of an eye.
"At a time like this, we need the two of you to hold the fort. Where are you going?" Xiang Kuang said, scratching his head. Before the Eighteen Golden Men reunited, the war had been locked in a bitter stalemate. Even Ancestor Xiang Huaxin had not dared show himself, afraid of being killed by the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord. On the Ghost Race's side, the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord was famous far and wide, and there was also the One-Eyed Devilman, an Old Devil at the Spirit Transformation stage. Naturally, the human race's morale had plummeted.
Now, the situation had completely reversed. The Spirit Transformation old monsters of the allied Ghost and Devil Races had vanished, while the human race at least had Xiang Huaxin holding down the fort. Rumor had it that the Demon Race also had an extraordinary Spirit Transformation old demon. Within the entire Spirit Ruins Secret Realm, the forces were divided into two camps. Although the human cultivators had suffered heavy losses in their earlier rout, the Qin Clan and Giant Stone Clan had joined them, providing a massive infusion of fresh troops. With the human race's deep foundations, after dominating the Crimson Abyss Continent for countless years, those earlier losses had not shaken its roots.
"We'll be back soon. Nothing can happen in just these few days." Lu Xiaotian naturally had no intention of explaining himself to Xiang Kuang. He gave Xiang Qingcheng a look, and the two turned into a streak of light and departed side