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When he saw the densely packed Dragon-Patterned Ghost Nongs before him—more numerous and more ferocious than when they had first entered—even Wu Changlian, a mighty Fusion Realm expert, felt a chill crawl up his back. He had once planned to fight his way through, but now he was beginning to falter. The Dragon-Patterned Ghost Nongs showed no sign of dwindling. They had made it safely to the lair before mainly because four old monsters of the Fusion Realm had taken turns fighting, and there had been fewer creatures than this—not to mention that these ones were fighting with an even more reckless, desperate fury.
After Lu Xiaotian used the demon eagle soul essence of the Vulture-Shuo Eagle King, he still couldn't match Wu Changlian in a fight, but the gap between them was nowhere near as vast as the one between the Divine Void and Fusion Realms. In terms of speed, he was hardly any slower. Faced with the layers upon layers of low-ranked Dragon-Patterned Ghost Nongs, Lu Xiaotian had still needed to use his teleportation ability several times just to dodge the densest swarms. Wu Changlian had fallen behind. How could he possibly avoid them?
"Damn Lu Xiaotian! He still had a trick like this up his sleeve!" Wu Changlian immediately connected the strange sight before him to Lu Xiaotian. Behind him, the adult Dragon-Patterned Ghost Nongs had also been drawn over by the lizard-tongue grass. Wu Changlian was horrified. Forget chasing Lu Xiaotian—with the Dragon-Patterned Ghost Nongs closing in, especially those two adults, even he would die here with regrets. He had no choice but to retreat toward the abyss and make for where the Nether-Sinking Mother and the others were. Fortunately, the two adult Dragon-Patterned Ghost Nongs weren't focused on him; otherwise, escaping unscathed would have