The blue-scaled beasts were exceptionally capable, moving across the steep mountainside as if it were flat ground. The other tiger-headed demons showed no intention of joining in. Dozens of riders spread out, galloping like a fierce wind.
The spiked club in Xie Zhong's hands shot toward them like a phantom.
Lu Xiaotian could feel that the other man had completely locked onto both him and He Hu. What an arrogant fellow—he actually planned to deal with them both at once.
The dozens of tiger-headed demons before them were no cause for concern. But the tiger-headed demon in the distance, seated upright on a blue-scaled beast like a mountain soldier—the one these fellows called their captain—had an imposing presence. He was at least a Spirit Transformation-level demon. With Lu Xiaotian's strength greatly diminished, and He Hu at his side, it would be no easy task to gain the upper hand against him. Besides, now that they were already on Demon Race territory, this group certainly wouldn't be their last enemies.
After a brief moment's thought, Lu Xiaotian had a plan. Xie Zhong might not have reached the Spirit Transformation stage, but he had grown up nourished by the abundant spiritual energy of this realm. He was no ordinary great cultivator of the True Intent stage.
Lu Xiaotian beckoned, and the Demon-Suppressing Tower hurtled head-on toward the spiked club.
With a thunderous crash, the Demon-Suppressing Tower and the spiked club both flew backward.
"This human has some real skill!" A flicker of surprise crossed Xie Zhong's face as he leaped from the blue-scaled beast. He snatched up the spiked club, and the enormous weapon unleashed a sea of shadows that came crashing down like a landslide.
Crash! Crash! Crash! Even without using his blood-essence energy, after cultivating the Ten-Turn Fusion-Origin Art, Lu