"Our Mistvoid Demon Wolf Clan has not yet fallen to the point where just anyone can threaten us. Though your true body's cultivation is impressive, if you really dare come here, you'll only be seeking your own death.
This Dragon Clan junior killed one of my people. I must take his life. If you step aside, you may avoid losing a clone. If you insist on blocking me, I'll destroy you along with him."
Having cultivated to his present level, the Mistvoid Demon Wolf elder had naturally weathered countless storms. How could he be bluffed by Lu Xiaotian's few words?
The Demon Wolf Attendants' screams rang out without end. Knowing the situation was urgent, the elder dared not delay any longer. He swung his wolf-fang demon saber, its momentum far surpassing that of before. Within it, a massive phantom wolf head howled as it bit toward Lu Xiaotian.
The woman in the Asura Mask was slaughtering the Demon Wolf Attendants, and little time remained for him. If he could not deal with Lu Xiaotian's projection clone in a short while, he would have to retreat before the formation completely closed in.
Time would not allow him to hesitate. The Mistvoid Demon Wolf elder launched a killing move the moment he attacked, and once his saber momentum unfolded, it surged like a pack of wolves.
There was little disappointment in the eyes of Lu Xiaotian's projection clone. He had never expected to dismiss his opponent with just a few words.
An Emptyconcealment Dragon Clan member who was about to advance to the Primordial Spirit Body was a rarity unseen in ten thousand years. There would be something wrong if his opponent could retreat so easily.
Lu Xiaotian had originally only hoped to delay his opponent for a little longer. Unfortunately, this