Fierce Snake-Winged Beasts
Lu Xiaotian's breathing gradually calmed. This was already the third time he had shaken off the pursuit of both the three-headed white python and the Mystic Immortal-level werewolf, Dushan.
At present, Lu Xiaotian's greatest asset was his ability to harness the turbulent void and manipulate spatial energy. It could block his opponents' attacks, and it made him incredibly fast, but it still wasn't enough for him to face Mystic Immortals head-on—especially a powerhouse like the werewolf Dushan.
Relatively speaking, however, the three-headed white python's pursuit had left him in a more wretched state. That python seemed to have some way of tracking him. Lu Xiaotian had repeatedly examined himself, but still couldn't find the reason. Fortunately, he now spent most of his time in places with frequent spatial fluctuations. Even if his pursuer found him, catching him would be no easy task.
As he fled, Lu Xiaotian continued deepening his understanding of spatial energy. Places where space was so turbulent were the best for comprehending its mysteries.
Along the way, by constantly using spatial energy under the immense pressure of two Mystic Immortals—the three-headed white python and the werewolf Dushan—Lu Xiaotian's understanding of it had indeed grown. He had only just begun to feel out the edge of a bottleneck, though, and for now, a breakthrough remained out of reach. The pressure he had faced along the way had been immense, and he had been injured several times. As a result, even though he had acquired a large number of Sumeru Rings, he hadn't had a moment to go through them.
On the other hand, after transforming into a dragon inside the Demon-Suppressing Tower and battling the purple centipede demon last time, his cultivation of the Dragon Pearl had advanced by leaps and bounds. The centipede demon