"As long as Wu Changlian doesn't see it with his own eyes, I'll at least have one more way to save my life." Lu Xiaotian put away the barren stone, feeling rather pleased.
"Not good. A tomb spirit is coming. We need to leave as soon as possible." The Three-Eyed Suanni Beast glanced into the distance. A one-armed, middle-aged man with a vicious gaze, resembling a walking corpse, was approaching unhurriedly. It immediately lowered its voice.
"Let's go." Lu Xiaotian nodded, and the group of body cultivators swiftly relocated. The tomb spirit followed as well, but soon fell into the body cultivators' ambush. It was dealt with in only a few exchanges. These tomb spirits had given chase before they had even formed a sizable group, so naturally they could not withstand the combined assault of several Demon Race body cultivators.
Under the illumination of the eerie blue radiance above their heads, tomb baleful energy kept drilling into the bodies of the cultivators. After dealing with two more tomb spirits along the way, the group no longer deliberately searched for some so-called safe place to cultivate and recover. After traveling several hundred li, Lu Xiaotian and the few Demon Cultivators also discovered that the spiritual power contained underground varied in strength. Some areas were denser, while others were thinner.
Moreover, after running so far, they occasionally encountered one or two tomb spirits. This made Lu Xiaotian and the others realize that there probably was no particularly safe place within the Dark Demon Tomb. Even if there was one, they might not be able to find it now.
After realizing this, the cultivators reached a slightly barren hillock. They looked around, and the view was excellent. It was fairly advantageous terrain: whether danger approached from the air or the ground, it