Lu Xiaotian had always seemed mysterious to them. Unable to figure out what was going on with him, Cheng Santong and the others were suspicious for a while, but in the end, they did not pay it much mind. Everyone was currently focused on improving their strength. They could not compare with Lu Xiaotian or the Lotus Avatar for the time being, so strengthening themselves was what mattered most.
Cheng Santong and the others had seen enough to take it all in stride, but the red-bearded elder Zuo Mengnian was left trembling with fear in the forest. The auras leaking from these True Immortals as they cultivated made him feel that he could barely stand against them. Even when one or two of them were clearly at a lower level than him, Zuo Mengnian still doubted he could beat them if they actually fought.
After Xiang Qingcheng once again emerged from her closed-door cultivation inside the Demon-Suppressing Tower, she fought battle after battle with the True Immortal-level werewolves. From time to time, she also sparred with the eager-to-fight Nethervoid Ants, gaining some insight into their spatial abilities. As a member of the dragon clan, Qingming had a far greater appetite for battle than ordinary races. At first, these wolf riders had not wanted to be used as tools for her to improve her strength. But while exchanging techniques with Qingming, many of them had made considerable progress themselves.
The Howling Moon Wolf Clan was renowned for its love of battle in the Demon Realm. When faced with a worthy opponent—or a race even stronger than themselves—how could they possibly suppress the urge to fight?
Lu Xiaotian simply cultivated as usual, continuing to refine his immortal essence while further perfecting his second dantian. Because he had drawn on his understanding of