"Refining weapons into invisible form?" Lu Xiaotian drew in a breath. The Heavenly Roar Demon Toad's divine ability was quite bizarre. It refined demonic weapons into its innate divine ability. What seemed to be an ordinary roar was, in truth, not only a powerful attack that shook the Primordial Spirit, but also concealed the opponent's demonic weapons within its sound waves. Unless one's Primordial Spirit had reached a certain level, it was impossible to detect the sharp attacks hidden beneath those waves. Ordinary Heavenly Immortal-level demons would likely be sliced into countless pieces before they even realized what was happening.
Just as Lu Xiaotian was about to strike back, he noticed the Iron-Winged Corpse Dragon and the Six-Eyed Qilin King watching him with dangerously intent expressions. His heart skipped a beat. Among these Golden Immortal-level demons, he was far too unusual, and he had only just arrived. So long as things remained peaceful, none of them would want to be the one to make the first move.
But once the Heavenly Roar Demon Toad had attacked Lu Xiaotian under pressure from the situation, that first move naturally stirred the other old monsters' curiosity. The old monsters knew one another fairly well, but this junior of the dragon race, a Heavenly Immortal, was the one exception—his behavior was simply too strange.
It would certainly be good if killing him yielded a treasure that could help them withstand the Heavenly Dragon Soul-Shaking Drum. But if he had nothing of the sort, they would not lose much either.
In an instant, the Six-Eyed Qilin King and the Iron-Winged Corpse Dragon exchanged a wealth of information through their eyes. The ice coffin, however, showed no expression, and there was no fluctuation of spiritual sense from within, so they could not guess what the other