Lu Xiaotian was also in this strange state. He could feel that behind the cold, damp aura, there was another hidden vitality, seemingly capable of resonating with the vitality within his body.
Whether it was Nine-Ren Mountain, the Eroding Slaughter Heart Demon, or the Ksitigarbha Twelve-Winged Scorpion Demon, all possessed vitality within them. This was determined by the bloodlines in their bodies. Yet once resonance formed, Lu Xiaotian discovered that breaking free from the other party had become extremely difficult. That hidden vitality kept winding around him like a maggot burrowing into the bone—impossible to sever, impossible to shake off.
Lu Xiaotian's physical body and Primordial Spirit were ultimately vastly different from those of the Scorpion Demon and the others. Almost the instant this crisis drew near, he sensed the other party's existence. Under the erosion of that cold, damp power of water-elemental law, this hidden vitality was nearly imperceptible.
Puff, puff! Outside, the glazed soul flames came into contact with the black clouds, as though water and fire were interweaving. The power of the glazed soul flames did not spread, nor did the black clouds diminish in size.
Lu Xiaotian could not help being startled. He had entered the black clouds from outside, and their interior appeared considerably larger than what could be seen from the outside. Yet under the successive impacts of those glazed soul flames, they should have been worn away long ago. But from the moment Lu Xiaotian entered until now, the black clouds showed no sign of diminishing at all.
From what he personally experienced, the might of these black clouds was not even slightly weaker than that of the glazed soul flames. No matter how he looked at it, this situation was abnormal.
The Scorpion Demon's eyes were filled with rage and astonishment. At