They all froze at the sight of the enormous blood cocoon, not knowing what it was for. As for Purpleleaf Zhenwu's little black seed, it was much deeper inside the passage, and no one had ever found it.
Compared with the scattered humans who had entered this place by chance, even more members of the Demon Race had recklessly sought refuge here. For these later intruders, the moment they entered the formation, the secondary Primordial Spirit Lu Xiaotian had split off would activate it without hesitation and kill them. Even if he held no grudge against them, their passing through the formation might affect his cultivation. How could Lu Xiaotian let them go?
Most of those who had fled here were Spirit Transformation cultivators. On one occasion, however, two female Demon Race cultivators at the Divine Void Realm entered the formation. Both were seriously injured, clearly wounded by the giant stone men. Lu Xiaotian showed them no mercy either, killing the pair who had trespassed inside.
"Pfft!" One day, a bull demon with a pair of black horns atop his head spat out a mouthful of blood. He had barely managed to escape to the entrance of this narrow passage. Another figure, clad in black and wearing a grimacing mask, arrived just behind him.
"Brother Huo, are you all right?" the masked man in black behind him asked gravely.
"I'm not dead yet, though I came close. Fate really does play tricks on us. Before this, you and I were mortal enemies out there. We fought several times, and both our squads suffered casualties. Who would've thought that after entering this great formation, we'd end up fighting side by side all this time?" The two-horned bull demon gave a bitter smile. Though wounded, he didn't fear the masked man would