This naturally made it easier for Lu Xiaotian and the others to pursue them. However, the opposing formation was not especially tight either. They had clearly realized how formidable Lu Xiaotian and the others were, and if the situation deteriorated beyond salvation, they would certainly scatter and flee once they had no other choice.
Lu Xiaotian locked onto the black-clad, robust man with the strongest cultivation using his divine sense. The man's fire-based divine abilities were extraordinary. He had concealed himself without making a move earlier, to the point that even Lu Xiaotian had failed to detect him in time. It was only the fluctuations of immortal essence produced when the man attacked that had alerted Lu Xiaotian.
Once his divine sense lost track of the man and the man concealed his aura to escape, finding him again would become exceedingly difficult. In this wretched place, even if that black-clad, robust man faced a True Immortal, he was not entirely without the ability to escape.
His divine sense had just swept up two Sumeru Rings. To his surprise, they contained seven True Flame Spirit Runes. Three were relatively intact, while the other four were somewhat damaged, though they could still be used later if he had no other choice. This nine-man team was large enough, and its strength was not weak. They had accumulated quite a haul along the way, so Lu Xiaotian could not afford to let them slip away easily.
As the leader of the group, the black-clad, robust man presumably had even richer possessions on him.
Among the five fleeing men, the black-clad, robust man darted back and forth. With a flicker of his body, he transformed into more than a dozen shadows. Some shot into the void and vanished into the fire-lit clouds above, while others