A layer of cold sweat also broke out across Du Niao's forehead. If he had reacted even a fraction slower, things would have been far worse than they were now. Given Lu Xiaotian's speed and his ability to seize openings in battle, the result would have been severe injuries in an instant. If Du Niao were gravely wounded in Xuan Yin City, the other demons traveling with him might not risk everything to rescue him. The most likely outcome would be his death in Xuan Yin City.
"No good, Blackflame Pixiu. This fellow is too troublesome. We have to restrict his speed, or bring in more people. Forget about being unable to take him down right now—even if we barely manage it, we'll have to pay a grievous price. By then, leaving Xuan Yin City will be difficult."
When the crafty hare dies, the hounds are cooked. They had come at the invitation, but if their casualties grew too heavy, no one could say whether they would be able to escape in the end.
"Bring two more. Have the rest hold off Dongfang's companions. Put some effort into it. If we can't take down Dongfang in one fell swoop, who knows how many of us will still be alive to withdraw?"
A smear of blood glinted across Pixiu's fangs, and his gaze turned vicious in the extreme.
"You make it sound simple. That still depends on whether you can actually do it." Lou Yikong snorted coldly. The silver-haired elder Pixiu's words had clearly made him feel somewhat slighted. Though his strength was still far behind Lu Xiaotian's, Lou Yikong had always considered himself extraordinary and only acknowledged a handful of people, Lu Xiaotian among them.
At that moment, the three of them were facing ten demons at the Heavenly Immortal