"How many others were coming with us?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
"There are three more. Their strengths vary. One of them is probably about as strong as Eastern Alchemy Sage is now, perhaps even a little stronger," Ning Qinghe replied.
"In that case, let's go." Lu Xiaotian nodded.
That fellow, Di Niao Demon Peng, was extremely vindictive. Back in the secret realm of the Esoteric Buddhist Sect, Lu Xiaotian had personally fought the other's clone and ruined his plans. Now that he had the chance, Lu Xiaotian didn't think he would let him off easily.
However, unlike the Immortal Realm, where the divisions between powers were clearly defined, the Demon Realm was largely a patchwork of rival forces.
The several Demon Emperors were rarely seen. They only emerged when the Immortal-Demon Battlefield opened, either to intimidate the Four Great Heavenly Emperors of the Immortal Realm or the handful of old monsters of comparable rank in the Demon and Ghost Realms. Ordinary affairs could no longer stir their interest.
With these old monsters mostly indifferent to worldly affairs, powerhouses at the Devil Lord level, such as Di Niao Demon Peng, were practically untouchable throughout the Demon Realm.
Even though Lu Xiaotian had now taken the first steps toward a body forged from laws and had made great strides in cultivation, he was still utterly incapable of standing against a Devil Lord.
But the Demon Realm was a chaotic patchwork of rival powers. It was full of upheaval and places where few dared to tread. Though Lu Xiaotian couldn't fight his pursuer, he still had some hope of escaping in advance.
The Forgotten Soul Wastes was just such a place. Divine sense was severely disrupted there, and all manner of vicious Demonic Beasts abounded. The region belonged to no power. If he entered