Lu Xiaotian swept his divine sense through his Sumeru Ring, a faint smile appearing on his face. With the Lotus Avatar, Kong'e, the Mahayana Realm monk puppet, the Devil Lord, and Mo Yuyan pursuing the Snow-Footed Centipede Demon and the Four-Armed Sea Ape, there was little left to worry about.
This was the first time Lu Xiaotian had fused twelve souls and transformed into a dragon. He was extremely unfamiliar with the Bloodforce that had gradually begun to turn into dragon power. In his earlier battle against the Primordial Sword Demon, his Five-Element Magnetic Golden Armor had been destroyed outright, while the Demon-Suppressing Tower and Fangtian Halberd had both suffered heavy damage. After exiting his dragon form, his physical body was in truly dire shape.
Looking at the Void Demon Sea, now a desolate ruin, Lu Xiaotian shook his head and turned toward the Redmoon Desert.
His battle against the Primordial Sword Demon had truly been the most perilous one of Lu Xiaotian's cultivation career.
The Sword Qi that had entered his body greatly weakened the twelve primary and auxiliary Primordial Spirits' control over it. The countless remnants of demon beasts' Primordial Spirits lying dormant inside him had consequently been suppressed without the slightest power to resist, forced to sink deeper and deeper into slumber. Only when the Primordial Sword Demon pushed Lu Xiaotian to the brink of death had he unexpectedly been driven to break through to the twelve-soul fusion and transform into a true dragon.
Lu Xiaotian's mana was not yet pure enough to contend with the Primordial Sword Demon's peerless sword intent. Relying solely on his own mana to heal his physical injuries was painfully slow, even after he had taken numerous healing pills. In view of this, he drove everyone else within ten thousand li away,