The Bloodthirsty Violent Bear shattered in an instant beneath the crushing mountains, but the mountains formed from smoke showed no sign of stopping. They seemed to have come from some distant void, with neither source nor end.
Lu Xiaotian retreated sharply to the flank. Although the Wushan Old Monster's true body had yet to arrive, his strength was by no means comparable to that of an ordinary Integrated Body Late Stage cultivator. Once his true body arrived, Lu Xiaotian would not be able to leave even if he wanted to.
After exchanging only two blows, Lu Xiaotian already felt immense pressure. If he did not leave now, when would he? As for his escape route, he had already thought it through. If he were truly driven into a corner, he would enter the Netherdark Demon Mound. When he had once ventured deep into the hinterland of the Devil Race's army, he had made the same plan. It was only because he had rescued Luo Ping'er that matters had not deteriorated beyond his control.
Even if the Wushan Old Monster had genuinely developed killing intent toward him, as long as he entered the Netherdark Demon Mound before the other party's true body arrived, there would still be a sliver of hope. It was just that he probably would not be able to return to the Scarlet Moon Desert for the time being. Given the Wushan Old Monster's position and status, he would not go all the way to the Scarlet Moon Desert to vent his anger on others.
"This kid certainly has some tricks." Seeing Lu Xiaotian take his strike with ease, remaining completely unharmed while retaining enough strength to retreat, the Wushan Old Monster realized that although Lu Xiaotian appeared to be retreating in defeat, he had suffered no damage