Lu Xiaotian tried shifting in another direction, and soon sensed the aura of the army under the Dragon Seal Dharma King.
Among them was a formidable, tightly knit battle formation whose momentum was not inferior to that of his Dragon Wolf Riders in the slightest. It even seemed to share some similarities with the aura of that half-step Heavenly Dragon corpse from back then.
Lu Xiaotian stood motionless. To his left was the Devil Race army, and to his right was the Dragon Seal Dharma King's army.
Behind him lay the Weak Mist Marsh. There was still one direction ahead, but Lu Xiaotian did not try it again. He had personally heard that the Devil Race, Ghost Race, and Immortal Lord Shi Jing had joined forces to enter the Buddha Abyss. Ahead, it was certain to be either Ghost Lord Black Mountain or the main forces of Immortal Lord Shi Jing.
At this moment, no matter which direction he went, the pressure he faced would be immense.
Moreover, the Dragon Seal Dharma King was forcing Lu Xiaotian to choose. No matter how he chose, Lu Xiaotian could never choose the faction where Immortal Lord Shi Jing was.
He and the Immortal Realm were mortal enemies. He could either retreat into the Illusory Mist Marsh and clash with the Golden Shadow Ancestral Devil again, or join forces with the Dragon Seal Dharma King.
"The allied armies of the Immortal, Ghost, and Devil Realms are advancing with overwhelming force. I fear I cannot withstand them alone. The Eastern Pill Saint will have to fight them sooner or later as well, so why hesitate any longer?" A phantom condensed not far in front of Lu Xiaotian. It was none other than the Dragon Seal Dharma King.
That old fox had seen through the