It seemed the Nine-Twist Blood Dragon Ridge would not hold out much longer. However, Lu Xiaotian did not know how long he could endure either. The killing aura condensed within his body had already reached an astonishing level, as if it might erupt at any moment.
Buzz! An extremely faint passage appeared in the void. A trace of divine sense within it instinctively merged with Lu Xiaotian's.
"The Dragon-Slaying Guillotine Shadow was actually swallowed into my abdomen?" Lu Xiaotian's face filled with surprise.
As their divine senses alternated, Lu Xiaotian also transmitted the situation on Muye's side back through the connection.
Even though most of his Primordial Spirit body had perished in battle here, Lu Xiaotian's true body ultimately remained in the Dragon Domain. He could only be considered severely weakened, not truly dead. Mu Xia, however, really had only this one life.
Still, Lu Xiaotian had truly done everything he could this time to save Mu Xia. Even if things ended badly, there was nothing he could do. He had simply been out of luck.
The battle experience he had gained here was also extremely valuable and would be of considerable help to his true body.
The blood-dragon-like mountain ridges rose and fell, creating an utterly terrifying atmosphere amid the heavy, bloody air.
Those with slightly weaker cultivation found it difficult to withstand this atmosphere saturated with malice.
The territory of the Nine-Twist Blood Dragon Ridge was shrinking. This was a form of compromise under the influence of the chaotic power of the interface: reducing the area under its control to lessen the pressure brought by that power.
A pair of pale-purple, deep-set eyes looked this way. Lu Xiaotian sensed it at once—it was Purple Garrison Shadow.
That old monster had maintained considerable restraint and had not made a