"Whoosh!" The Ghostmist Louse-Kun opened its mouth and spat, sending Lu Xiaotian back out along with the torrent.
The Ghostmist Louse-Kun shook its enormous body, bobbing its head with an expression of distaste as it glanced at Lu Xiaotian. Then it turned, intending to relocate elsewhere, and its gaze quickly fixed on the other three: the Purple Dragon, the Dragon-Scaled Crocodile, and the Scorpion Dragon. It had barely managed to swallow Lu Xiaotian, only to find him impossible to digest. As for the other Heavenly Immortal-level dragon clansmen and outsiders who had intruded here, they were all delectable food to the Ghostmist Louse-Kun.
Moreover, to subdue the White Dragon Ying Lin and the two Dragon Tortoises, as well as fight Lu Xiaotian, the Ghostmist Louse-Kun had expended a great deal of energy without gaining the slightest benefit. Its craving for living creatures had grown even stronger. The Ghostmist Louse-Kun let out several threatening roars at Lu Xiaotian, each one sounding like ten thousand souls howling. A storm of undercurrents immediately churned beneath the deep sea.
Lu Xiaotian naturally sensed what the Ghostmist Louse-Kun meant. It no longer wanted to fight him, and it also wanted him to stop interfering with its actions.
It was rare to have the chance to gather so many members of the Dragon Race, along with sea demons who had inherited portions of dragon bloodlines. Lu Xiaotian would not easily let such an opportunity slip away. However, the Purple Dragon's methods were somewhat more formidable than those of the White Dragon Ying Lin, and it was highly proficient in formations and restrictions as well. The Ghostmist Louse-Kun had also been weakened somewhat by Lu Xiaotian and Ying Lin's joint efforts. Whether he could smoothly capture the Purple Dragon, the Dragon-Scaled Crocodile, and the sea demon with