The remaining Mist Leopard Clan members fled in panic. Lu Xiaotian did not pursue them, but stood where he was, carefully sensing the lively, profound workings of the laws within him.
The fortune he accumulated by killing low-ranking members of the Devil Race was negligible to Lu Xiaotian. But once it built up to a certain amount, it became quite considerable.
Combined with his earlier killing of Bei Tangming, a powerhouse with a Primordial Spirit Devil Body, the accumulated fortune of heaven and earth had made the laws within Lu Xiaotian extraordinarily active. His Primordial Spirit seemed to stir faintly in response.
"Is this a sign that the power of the laws is about to enter my Primordial Spirit?" Lu Xiaotian's thoughts stirred. When the Immortal-Demon Battlefield opened, countless people would accumulate enough fortune of heaven and earth through mass slaughter and break through to a new level.
Lu Xiaotian had been a Daluo Golden Immortal for less than fifty thousand years, by the strictest count.
If he relied on ordinary cultivation to reach the Primordial Spirit Body realm, he had no idea how long it would take. The barriers between realms were not easily broken. At Lu Xiaotian's current level, besides personal insight and sufficient experience in battle, he also needed a great deal of time to let his cultivation settle.
But with the Immortal-Demon Battlefield wide open and connected to the Immortal, Devil, Ghost, and Demon realms, its unique fortune of heaven and earth had made the laws within him more active than ever, shortening that process.
That was why every opening of the Immortal-Demon Battlefield saw a wave of powerful figures rise even as countless others fell.
The strong only grew stronger. Lu Xiaotian had not been in the Immortal-Demon Battlefield long, yet he had fought several