(Two chapters together)
Hiss! Jin Zhaolei, Jin Zhaoshi, and Jin Zhao'an all sucked in a sharp breath as they stared at the swirling mass of poisonous mist before them.
"This... this is poison left behind by a Primordial Spirit powerhouse. It's a method used by someone on the same level as the Devil Lord. Surely Eastern Dan Saint doesn't intend for the three of us brothers to test how deadly this poison is?" Jin Zhaolei said, his voice dry.
"That's no different from sending us to our deaths." Jin Zhaoshi and Jin Zhao'an both turned pale.
"It's only poison left behind by a Primordial Spirit powerhouse. It may be incredibly potent, but the three of you are Daluo Golden Immortals and Devil Race powerhouses. If you work together, you might survive in this poison."
Lu Xiaotian spoke calmly. "If this were easy, why would I have kept the three of you around?"
The elite troops Emperor Niao Demon Roc had sent to hunt him down had given Lu Xiaotian a tremendous sense of crisis.
It wasn't that Thousand-Eyed Blood Eagle Ying Zhi and the two four-winged Demon Rocs could take him down. But Emperor Niao Demon Roc was a Devil Lord, and he was bound to have even more formidable subordinates. For now, he simply believed that Thousand-Eyed Blood Eagle and the other two were enough to deal with Lu Xiaotian—or at least keep him occupied.
Once Emperor Niao Demon Roc realized he had underestimated Lu Xiaotian, he would quickly adjust his plans.
Lu Xiaotian had been able to stir up trouble throughout the Immortal Realm largely because the Xuan Yong battlefield had played a vital role. The Four Heavenly Courts couldn't send enough high-caliber Daluo Golden Immortals there.
Above them, Emperor Qinling had also been holding the line. Otherwise,