"Little Eastern, if you have the guts, come and fight me one-on-one!" A violent roar pulled Lu Xiaotian's attention over.
He saw a demonic beast with a canine head and a bear's body holding a giant fork, stepping through demonic clouds as it approached. An overwhelming demonic army surged behind it.
Leading a force of fifty thousand dragons, Lu Xiaotian had swept through like a broken bamboo, consecutively shattering the demonic armies of both Chilin and Yechi.
Although Lu Xiaotian used that astonishingly potent toxic gas to forcibly break open the enemy formations every single time, no matter what method he employed, he had ultimately succeeded.
Not only had he caused very few casualties to the dragon army thus far, but on the contrary, the massive dragon shadow suspended above the army had taken on a heavy layer of blood-red hue. Its aura felt even more oppressive than when it had first emerged.
Quan Mubei was also a chieftain who cared quite a bit for his tribe. He was utterly terrified of Lu Xiaotian's methods with toxic gas, and would rather risk a certain amount of danger to charge forward a short distance and challenge Lu Xiaotian than suffer the same fate as the Chilin and Yechi demonic armies.
Even though Quan Mubei knew he was most likely no match for Lu Xiaotian, and the chances of the opponent accepting were slim, he still had to try as long as there was the slightest glimmer of hope.
Right now, Lu Xiaotian was charging right at the very front, and since Quan Mubei had also taken the lead to rush forward, there was still a certain probability that he would cross paths with Lu Xiaotian.
"Just you?" Lu Xiaotian's lips curved upward. He naturally understood what the opponent was scheming, and