This ice-storm region posed immense danger to True Immortals, but to a Profound Immortal, it was only a minor inconvenience—not enough to threaten Zhu Shilin. Seeing Lu Xiaotian flee into the storm, Zhu Shilin naturally didn't hesitate for long before charging in after him.
As soon as he entered the ice-storm region, Zhu Shilin realized he had lost track of Lu Xiaotian's aura.
Lu Xiaotian's control over his own aura was already no worse than a Profound Immortal's. While Zhu Shilin had lost track of him, Lu Xiaotian hadn't gone far at all. He was simply waiting in the storm for Zhu Shilin to draw near.
"Fellow Daoist Xudun, I'll be counting on you this time." After communicating with Xudun inside the Demon-Suppressing Tower using a wisp of his divine sense, Lu Xiaotian released the three-headed white python from within.
The three-headed white python still couldn't control its aura as well as Lu Xiaotian. The instant it appeared, Zhu Shilin sensed that something was amiss.
The powerful demonic aura made Zhu Shilin's heart skip a beat. Recalling Lu Xiaotian's actions just moments before, he suddenly felt that things were not as simple as he had imagined. The aura leaking from this powerful demonic presence was already no weaker than his own. In this unfamiliar place, with Lu Xiaotian behaving so strangely, Zhu Shilin lost his earlier confidence and turned to flee.
"Haha, now that you're here, why the hurry to leave?" Xudun spat out a beam of dazzling white light. It pierced through the hurricane in the ice-storm region, and ice-crystal spikes shot toward Zhu Shilin in a surprise attack.
"What a powerful demon! What exactly is your relationship with that boy from the East?" Zhu Shilin demanded in furious embarrassment.
"Does a man about to die need to know?"