The Fire Tiger Demon Race released a massive amount of demon fire. Within the flames, one towering tiger after another darted in every direction, engaging the spirit slaves in a fierce melee. In a battle between Spirit Transformation-level experts, the lower-level spirit slaves charged forward, only to be burned to ash before they could react.
The tails behind the Scorpionfolk lengthened and whipped about like iron chains. By comparison, the Greedy Wolf Race's fighting style was closer to that of human cultivators.
As these Spirit Transformation experts fought fiercely, demon fire, frost, and scorpion venom filled the sky. The lower-level spirit slaves caught in the aftermath were drowned and annihilated one after another. Duming and the stocky, short middle-aged man fled for their lives, terrified of being caught in the devastation.
Another miserable scream rang out. A Spirit Transformation-level demon wolf of the Greedy Wolf Race had been pierced through the chest by a spirit slave's exceedingly sharp hand. A wolf-shaped Primordial Spirit shot out in panic, and the direction it fled toward happened to be where Lu Xiaotian and Duming were. At that moment, the Spirit Transformation experts were too busy fending for themselves. As human slaves, especially the short, stocky man, who was Lang Du's human slave, they ought to look after him to some extent. Particularly in such a perilous situation, the human slave whom he normally could not even be bothered to spare a glance was now actually his shelter from the storm.
"Zhao Kang, help me escape. Once we return, you will be heavily rewarded. I may even plead with the Young Master on your behalf and have your slave status revoked." The wolf-shaped Primordial Spirit spoke to the short, sturdy man in a commanding tone.
The short, sturdy man named Zhao Kang nodded repeatedly