Most of the remaining combat power was ordinary. Though there were still quite a few of them, their morale had long since collapsed. They were like a pack of panicked stray dogs, no longer worth worrying about.
Even a rotten ship had three thousand nails. The Devil Cicada Domain still contained plenty of good things, and quite a few demons and monsters had set their sights on this place.
As for Lu Xiaotian's whereabouts, that was fundamentally unimportant to them. Lord Evilwandering Cicada had stubbornly provoked Lu Xiaotian, but they were not foolish enough to do the same.
As long as they lacked sufficient strength and kept an honest, low profile, someone with Lu Xiaotian's power would not come looking for trouble. Otherwise, he would never have simply released the surviving remnants of the Devil Cicada army that he could have killed with ease.
Killing intent filled the surroundings. At this moment, Lu Xiaotian was not deliberately suppressing it. With a formidable enemy before him, deliberately reining in his murderous aura would consume a certain amount of his energy.
Allowing that killing intent to surge outward not only saved him some effort, but also let its cold, grim aura intimidate the other petty villains.
The region Lu Xiaotian had reached this time was covered in yellow earth and blowing sand, utterly lifeless. The aura of the Windfire Cloud-Soul Life-Reaping Banner drifted uncertainly through it. The situation was much the same as it had been in the Devil Cicada Domain.
Aside from the flying sand, the power of thunder was even denser than before. This place was closer to Muye—or rather, one foot had already stepped into Muye.
In this land of swirling yellow sand, Lu Xiaotian could already clearly sense the faint pressure in the void, as if it were