Bang! At last, they reached a relatively open area where they no longer had to worry about other Corpse-Hanging Trees ambushing them. The wild boar demon, Pig Seven, clumsily tumbled off the spider puppet and sprawled on the ground, panting heavily without a shred of dignity. He looked at Lu Xiaotian, who had put away his Fangtian Halberd and still had strength to spare, unable to hide the shock in his eyes.
After a long while, the wild boar demon said in astonishment, "I owe you a huge debt this time. I've lost count of how many times Brother Lu has saved me."
"It was nothing beyond what I could handle. If even I couldn't beat them, you'd have had to fend for yourself." Lu Xiaotian smiled at that and sat down cross-legged. Though this dusky demon tomb suppressed his Primordial Spirit and the explosive power he could bring to bear, the purity of his blood-astral power remained unchanged. In a battle of such intensity, he could naturally keep going far longer than Pig Seven.
On top of that, the power of the demonic beasts' Primordial Spirits and soul essences absorbed by the Soul Fusion Art had spared him some of his blood-astral power. His blood-astral power also recovered faster than Pig Seven's. The result was that Pig Seven was already exhausted as a dead pig, while Lu Xiaotian had fought his way out of the encirclement with strength left for another battle.
"Whatever the case, someone else wouldn't have been loyal enough to pull this old pig out of the jaws of death. From now on, whatever you need, Brother Lu, just say the word. This old pig won't even furrow his brow." Pig Seven thumped his chest.
"Enough. We should recover while we can. We still have to