"My father will never let you go," Scorpion Wu said with a resentful expression after his Primordial Spirit fell into Lu Xiaotian's hands.
"You don't need to concern yourself with that." Naturally, Lu Xiaotian did not take Scorpion Wu's threat to heart. At the moment, the number of Demon Race Spirit Transformation Primordial Spirits and essence souls in his hands had already reached as many as five. With dangers lurking everywhere, it was better to find a way to rendezvous with Yue Yu or Lang Du first.
After weighing the situation briefly, Lu Xiaotian took out the spirit-tracking white hound and led Du Ming and He Hu all the way to track down the positions where Lang Du and Yue Yu were located.
In the distance, Yue Yu of the Fire Tiger clan and Lang Du came running in a panic. Lu Xiaotian frowned. Looking at Yue Yu's expression, could it be that they had encountered some irresistible fiendish entity once again?
Sure enough, after just a brief moment, a black spirit slave—wrapped entirely in black cloth, wielding a black long saber, and completely identical to the spirit slaves they had encountered before—came pursuing from afar.
The black spirit slave violently slashed its black saber forward, and the black saber projection shattered the void to strike Lang Du's back. The saber radiance converged with an unprecedented aura of death, causing Lang Du's face to be filled with terror. Where was there any of the high-spirited vigor he had when first entering the grotto-heaven?
"Fight him to the death!" Seeing that there was no way to escape, a huge green wolf phantom rose from behind Lang Du. The golden saber swelled to several zhang in size, and the green wolf phantom wielded the golden saber, slashing back with a ferocious expression.