"Captain!"
"Captain!" At last, they arrived at a vast, open plain. Low-grade spirit herbs grew waist-high, and low-tier demon beasts such as herbivorous demon sheep and wild oxen grazed here and there. A herd of green-scaled beasts came charging through, sending a flock of gray sparrows shooting up from the grass. Demon sheep and demon deer scattered in every direction.
The camp here held around a thousand tiger-headed demons. Rough tents stood haphazardly about, with little order to their arrangement. Several human corpses had been strung up on spiritwood frames and left to dry in the wind. Around the camp, a few imposing tiger-headed demons guarded several giant crossbows that radiated a dense demonic aura. Even a Spirit Transformation cultivator flying low on a magic artifact might not be able to outrun those formidable crossbows.
It was clear that Bāli's status had not been low before. Lu Xiaotian relaxed slightly. Bāli's strength was also at the Spirit Transformation stage, and his Primordial Spirit was much like Lu Xiaotian's. With his own strength still unrecovered, Lu Xiaotian had not tested him too much, but from the way Bāli had acted earlier, he could make a rough assessment.
Nascent Soul-level powerhouses were everywhere in this realm, where spiritual energy was so dense, but Spirit Transformation experts were not yet common as dirt. At the very least, they could command a portion of the local forces. If Bāli belonged to one of the more powerful demon clans in the area, Lu Xiaotian's chances of escaping later were fairly good. On the other hand, if there were even stronger demons around, he might be exposed before long. At least for now, there was no immediate danger of that. Otherwise, no one knew what sort of commotion might erupt if they learned that the captive