Rip— It sounded like coarse cloth being torn. The sand demon's body seemed to split open, as though the sand armor that had tightly protected its surface were being ripped apart.
Amid a scream, a much fainter shadow of sand darted into the Sand Peak Pearl, then turned into a streak of light and plunged underground. Lu Xiaotian steadied himself and couldn't help thinking what a pity.
If he'd been a little stronger, or had a suitable magic treasure for body cultivators, the sand demon would never have escaped death. The essence of a late-stage Spirit Transformation Demon Race cultivator would have been quite useful to Lu Xiaotian. The sand demon had originally been an earth-type member of the Demon Race, and now that he'd fled underground and was intent on hiding, Lu Xiaotian had little chance of keeping him there. Besides, He Hu was still sitting beneath the tribulation clouds, eyes closed in meditation. With the tribulation lightning about to fall, Lu Xiaotian had no intention of pursuing the sand demon. If it had been a mid-stage Spirit Transformation Demon Race cultivator, he would never have escaped Lu Xiaotian's killing move.
"Let's go!" After exchanging glances, the Pink Fox and Mad Boar Demon Lord retreated in perfect unison. Even Sha Tong, a late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator, had been severely wounded and his magic treasure damaged. He'd nearly had his body ripped apart by that wild silver-haired human. Given the ferocity of the fight just now, the two of them would almost certainly have died if they'd faced Lu Xiaotian. Now that Sha Tong had fled, how could they dare stay a moment longer? They'd arrived quickly and left even faster. As for the dozen or so Nascent Soul-level Demon Race cultivators, Yue Yu flicked her hand, and her scarlet