"No mistake. The former Chaotic Demon Domain was a heap of loose sand, beaten down by the invading Devil Race army for so many years. Now foreign Demon Race cultivators want to join in the fun as well—but they'll have to see whether we agree first." The Red-Scaled Crocodile Demon let out a roar and revealed his true form. His thick tail swept out, lashing forth with a massive blaze of light.
The old man in the white pointed hat gave a cold snort inwardly. He had crossed paths with Lu Xiaotian back when he was still in the Divine Emptiness Realm, though they could hardly be called acquainted. So many years had passed, and Lu Xiaotian's cultivation had already soared skyward, while he was still stuck in the Integrated Body Early Stage. They were worlds apart now. Forget comparing himself to Lu Xiaotian—even among those currently serving the Scarlet Moon Desert, quite a few were stronger than him.
The Red-Scaled Demon Crocodile in particular looked decidedly closer to the Scarlet Moon Desert, which made him unbearable to look at. Still, those thoughts could only remain in the old man's heart. He did not dare voice them lightly.
He had no time to scheme against the Red-Scaled Demon Crocodile. For now, carrying out the orders of that nameless sword cultivator was the proper course. The old man in the white pointed hat waved a hand, and thirteen Soul-Severing Nails screamed toward one of the Heiyan Demon Race cultivators.
"Senior Nameless said to capture their Primordial Spirits whenever possible. Don't beat these fellows until both body and spirit are destroyed."
Ban Qianzhi remembered the Lotus Avatar's instructions. He had always remembered that Lu Xiaotian liked collecting all kinds of demon Primordial Spirits back then. Perhaps that nameless sword cultivator was collecting