Differentiation
"This little True Immortal actually claims he isn't afraid of the other True Immortals?" Ying Qing Daoist Immortal was puzzled. He had no idea where Lu Xiaotian's confidence came from. The other man was merely a True Immortal, after all. In terms of cultivation, plenty of the werewolves were even stronger than Lu Xiaotian. The only thing that made Ying Qing Daoist Immortal regard him differently was that Lu Xiaotian could control a trace of spatial power.
But surely this method couldn't be used without limit. Just like the immortal essence in his body, it would be depleted with overuse. Meanwhile, once the spatial passage opened on Ying Langtian's side, powerful experts might come through at any time.
"You'll have to deal with these True Immortal-level werewolves yourself," Ying Qing Daoist Immortal said. "Unless you're willing to return that Blood Gourd to me, there's nothing I can do but watch."
"You weren't acting out of good intentions, either. If I'd returned the Blood Gourd to you earlier, you would've already schemed against me. Better to leave things as they are." Lu Xiaotian shook his head. He could understand why Ying Qing Daoist Immortal was so eager to get the Blood Gourd back, but how could he let the other man have his way so easily?
It seemed he would have to face the True Immortal-level werewolves who had entered the Nine Great Mist Halls himself.
If Old Demon Ying Langtian had been directing those werewolves, they might not have been so easy to deal with; it would likely have taken considerable effort. But Ying Langtian had realized he couldn't yet seize complete control of the Nine Great Mist Halls, and the Blood-Turbid Spirit-Eroding Lightning had already begun to spread. For now, Ying Langtian couldn't spare enough attention to deal