Even after reaching the Divine Void Realm, one was no more than a helpless animal waiting to be slaughtered before a Dragon-Patterned Ghost Mosquito at the Body-Integration Realm. Even with over a hundred Divine Void Realm experts from various races and local ghost creatures combined, they still stood no chance against this fully grown Dragon-Patterned Ghost Mosquito, whose intelligence was nothing to speak of.
By now, Lu Xiaotian and Pig Seven had managed to flee dozens of miles farther than the others, but they still felt no sense of safety. If their luck ran out, the Dragon-Patterned Ghost Mosquito might only need to turn slightly and charge a short distance to bring them both within its attack range.
Of course, their sense of safety was only relative. When ordinary folk faced a pursuing tiger, they didn't need to outrun the tiger—they only needed to outrun everyone else. The situation was exactly the same now: Lu Xiaotian and Pig Seven were simply the two prey animals running a little faster.
In truth, Lu Xiaotian's powerful Primordial Spirit had once again saved his life. Even Pig Seven's little green pot was of little use amid such chaos, but Lu Xiaotian had sensed the Dragon-Patterned Ghost Mosquito ahead of time. Their original position had been right in its path. If they hadn't fled more than ten miles in advance, they would already have been bloody scraps in its mouth. The pain caused by cultivating the Soul-Splitting Secret Art was more intense than any pain Lu Xiaotian had ever experienced. Nothing came without a price. The powerful Primordial Spirit he had gained through several successful gambles had saved him countless times, too.
The only pity was that he could no longer cultivate the Soul-Splitting Secret Art at his current level. The higher one's realm,