Lu Xiaotian's face remained expressionless, but inwardly he was growing anxious. From the look of things, Xiong Ba would certainly not let him off easily. As the direct descendant of a Demon Cultivator, Xiong Ba possessed Ninth-Tier strength to begin with, his cultivation far exceeding Lu Xiaotian's. Even Di Kun was only Seventh Tier at present. Though swift, that was only relative; it was merely somewhat faster than Lu Xiaotian, and still a fair distance behind the vastly stronger Xiong Ba.
Was he going to have to use that Ninth-Tier demon hawk Primordial Spirit now? Lu Xiaotian was somewhat reluctant. Fortunately, he had previously obtained the primordial spirit essence of a Ninth-Tier Peak giant flood dragon. Even so, a Ninth-Tier primordial spirit essence was a trump card he could not use lightly. Yet to save his life, he had little choice.
Gritting his teeth, Lu Xiaotian was just about to swallow the demon hawk's primordial spirit essence to increase his speed and escape this calamity. Suddenly, an incomparably sinister ripple of aura rose again from underground. Before Lu Xiaotian could react, black light flashed, and a familiar figure streaked past. The shadow shot straight toward an Eighth-Tier Snow Centipede. At a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow, two hands like withered branches plunged directly into the Snow Centipede's body, then tore hard. The previously powerful Snow Centipede instantly exploded into a skyful of snow-like fragments, not leaving behind even a trace of blood.
"Iron Corpse Sheath!" Once he clearly saw the other's form, Lu Xiaotian's face filled with shock. The one who had once again stepped in to relieve his predicament was actually Iron Corpse Sheath. After being plotted against by Chi Yunsang's Heyu Thunderfruit and sucked into that Heaven-Flying Sand Grotto, he had somehow emerged completely