"Lu Xiaotian is dragging along such a huge group of deadweight. There's no way they can be faster than us. What, can he escape into the sky?" After pondering for a while, Wu Changlian gave a cold snort.
"I don't believe that, with himself barely able to take care of his own affairs, he'd stay behind and risk his life for the others." The Bloodcry Mosquito Demon disagreed with Wu Changlian. He himself would never do such a thing. Better a dead fellow cultivator than a dead self—this saying held true throughout the four seas. The Wild Boar Demon Pig Seven and the others were all from the Chaotic Demon Domain, whereas Lu Xiaotian, like Wu Changlian, was merely an outsider. There was no unbreakable bond between them.
"That only proves you don't understand Lu Xiaotian well enough. If he treasured his life so much, why would he have risked entering the Netherdark Demon Mound? If he had stayed in the Abyss Hall, who among us could have touched him?" Before Wu Changlian had even finished speaking, he had already transformed into a streak of flowing light and shot after Lu Xiaotian, Pig Seven, and the others.
"That is true." After hearing Wu Changlian's words, the Bloodcry Mosquito Demon found himself agreeing. He immediately flapped his wings and sped after them. He was even somewhat faster than Wu Changlian. With both of them suffering immense suppression inside the Netherdark Demon Mound, the Bloodcry Mosquito Demon naturally held some advantage in speed. However, out of the desire to protect himself wisely, he never overtook Wu Changlian. For one thing, he was extremely wary of Lu Xiaotian. For another, Wu Changlian's desire to kill Lu Xiaotian was far stronger than his own. There was no need for him to stick his neck