Under Lu Xiaotian's guidance, Tuo Qian did his utmost to evade those dozen-odd auras. However, the auras were spread out in a fan shape, and they kept changing positions throughout the pursuit, so avoiding them was far from easy.
"Left." Lu Xiaotian had already regained part of his ability to move. As he took control of more and more of the blood-tempering force within his body, his recovery accelerated as well. However, the newcomers were all moving at tremendous speed. Given the extent of his recovery, he still could not evade them all and could only avoid the more dangerous ones.
A flicker passed through Lu Xiaotian's eyes. Strictly speaking, he had only taught two and a half disciples to date. Back in the Moonwatch Cultivation Realm, Chi Lin, a disciple from the secular world, did not count. Yu Xiaoqiao—who was now Ye Ziyu—had grown up under his watch. Xiang Hua, who came later, had only taken up cultivation halfway through life. And the people pursuing the Devil Race at this moment were all members of the Buddhist Sect. Xiang Hua was one of them.
If Lu Xiaotian were discovered by another monk, he would naturally have no hope of escaping capture. But if it was Xiang Hua, there might still be a chance. Moreover, Lu Xiaotian was gradually regaining control of his body. Even if he were discovered by members of the Buddhist Sect, as long as he was given a little time, these Buddhist monks would never last until the Buddhist Sect's Ming-generation eminent monk arrived.
At this moment, although Lu Xiaotian's Primordial Spirit had suffered some damage, it remained incomparably powerful. A dozen-odd Wu-generation Buddhist monks were chasing a white-headed demonic wolf ahead of them. The wolf appeared to have sustained some injuries, yet its aura was