Fierce Battle at Demoncloud Ridge
Lu Xiaotian had never expected to conceal his movements from these old Integrated Body-stage devils once he made his move. After all, they had cultivated for so many years and weathered countless battles. Their experience in magical combat was no empty boast.
But noticing him was one thing; being able to stop him was another. The Devil-Pattern Bee Emperor and the others had spotted Lu Xiaotian, only to lose all sense of him in the blink of an eye. The next moment, they sensed the fluctuations of his mana again. But what followed nearly scared the Devil-Pattern Bee Emperor out of his wits.
To ensure his ambush would kill in a single strike, Lu Xiaotian had used his teleportation ability. Now he was right beside the Devil-Pattern Bee Emperor.
The Devil-Pattern Bee Emperor was, after all, an unparalleled powerhouse at the Integrated Body Late Stage. His momentary daze lasted only an instant. Instinctively reacting to the danger, he thrust his extremely venomous stinger—his life-bound magic treasure—straight at Lu Xiaotian. He was fighting with his life on the line, hoping to carve out the slimmest chance of survival.
With his opponent already so close, he couldn't afford to harbor the slightest hope of getting lucky. The Devil-Pattern Bee Queen and their three other clansmen had no chance to come to his rescue.
His reaction was quick. Lu Xiaotian felt a flicker of wariness at the Devil-Pattern Bee Emperor's instinctive response. If he hadn't recently broken through to the Integrated Body Late Stage as a body cultivator, gaining absolute superiority over the Bee Emperor in strength, then against such a desperate attack—
To preserve himself, Lu Xiaotian might have had no choice but to abandon this rare opportunity. The best he could hope for would be to