Storming the Camp
"Awwooo!" Amid the dense white mist, wolf howls rose one after another. Lu Xiaotian changed direction several times in succession, but each time he encountered wolf riders searching the area—some groups numbering only a dozen or so, others numbering dozens or even over a hundred.
Often, Lu Xiaotian had to evade several waves of wolf riders in the same direction. Their search was extremely thorough. Even after dodging several waves, Lu Xiaotian did not dare lower his guard in the slightest. Such a tight search made him even more certain that Ying Langtian and that Old Devil had probably joined forces.
At this moment, Lu Xiaotian also felt a helplessness rising within him. He had originally thought that entering the Illusory Mist Marsh would be manageable, even with threats that might come from Profound Immortals. Who would have thought that Ying Langtian and that Old Devil would personally take action? They truly thought highly of him. Even if this was not their true bodies, their strength had nowhere near recovered to a level matching their realms. They were still far beyond what he could contend with now.
Among these wolf riders responsible for the search, most were at the Immortal level, with True Immortal-level werewolves making up the main force.
Lu Xiaotian had also encountered several waves of divine sense from Profound Immortal-level wolves searching the area, but before they could locate him, he had already evaded them. Fortunately, no werewolves with Heaven Immortal-level strength had appeared yet. Lu Xiaotian's Primordial Spirit was powerful, but he was not so confident as to believe it could surpass that of a Heaven Immortal.
Although these wolf riders were fairly strong, there were ultimately too few of them to seal off several directions without leaving the slightest gap. Lu Xiaotian