"Many thanks for protecting me, Senior." Lu Xiaotian temporarily breathed a sigh of relief. The deadlock between him and Wu Changlian was utterly impossible to resolve and would inevitably end with one of them dead. Although he had no idea what would happen next, at least this hurdle had been passed for the time being. As for what came afterward, he could only take things one step at a time.
"There's no need to be so polite, little friend. Come with me. While we're inside this ghost domain, you'll have to make do for a while. Once we leave, you'll receive the treatment befitting a third-grade Pill King at the Abyss Hall." Nan Chendu wore a genial smile. With a wave of his hand, a yellow-brown halo enveloped Lu Xiaotian.
Lu Xiaotian offered no resistance. A group of Integrated Body experts advanced at astonishing speed through the canyon-like rift in the earth toward the lair of the Dragon-Patterned Ghost Nong.
"What happened? The sounds of fighting have actually disappeared." When they reached the outside of the Dragon-Patterned Ghost Nong's lair, the fluctuations caused by the earlier fierce battle had vanished without a trace. Even the dignified face of the Netherdeep Worm Mother was filled with confusion.
The Dragon-Patterned Ghost Nong's lair was also situated inside a mountain filled on all sides with various magnetic fields. A gloomy, cavernous entrance more than a dozen zhang high stood open before them. Within the darkness, faint purple glimmers continued to flicker.
"Wouldn't we know once we went inside to look? We've already killed our way to the doorstep of the Dragon-Patterned Ghost Nongs. Given the temperaments of those two fiends, they would never have let us swagger around so arrogantly in the past. Something must have gone wrong inside their lair. The Purplefire