"Thank you, Brother Tian. If only I'd met you sooner." He Hu smiled, but black blood began to seep from his mouth, eyes, and nostrils. His expression shifted between anguish and relief.
Lu Xiaotian's face was clouded with sorrow. Even at his current level of cultivation, there were still many things he could do nothing about. Even immortals had to face partings and death. He and He Hu had not seen each other for many years.
As He Hu began to dissolve into smoke before him, memories of their first meeting rose in Lu Xiaotian's mind. Back then, He Hu had been a clueless young fool, with a pure heart untouched by worldly affairs.
He might have seemed immature, but beneath that simple-minded exterior, he had considerable talent and cultivated at a remarkable speed.
If he hadn't encountered the Snowfield Demon Deer and the Dragon Lion after coming to the Immortal Realm, perhaps he would have achieved something quite different.
As He Hu's blood ran dry before his eyes, he finally turned into a wisp of black smoke. At that moment, countless demonic shadows were fighting over the array tokens. One token had already been seized by a powerful Demonic Beast, and in an instant, the entire formation filled with a murderous aura.
Lu Xiaotian's expression changed. He had underestimated this formation. If that creature managed to claim the other token as well, escaping the formation might become fraught with unforeseen complications. He could even end up trapped here.
Seeing the formation beginning to seal itself off, Lu Xiaotian had a good idea what the shadow holding the token was planning.
"If you'd opened the formation of your own accord, I might not have been interested in it. But now you've brought this trouble on yourself."
Lu Xiaotian gave a