Pushing back the Silver-Seam Demon Silkworm, the Nine-Section Heavenly Frost Centipede You retreated on instinct before Yan Feiyu and the man in scholarly robes could react, fleeing into the distance at an astonishing speed.
"Why didn't you block them?" The man in scholarly robes looked at Lu Yuan with a gloomy expression.
"I couldn't even guarantee my own survival, let alone worry about anything else. If you want to fight for it, go ahead yourself. Keep staring at me and don't blame me for being discourteous." Lu Yuan snorted coldly, making his way unhurriedly in the direction where the centipede spirit had vanished.
Even if he had blocked the centipede spirit just now, it would have been nothing more than a chaotic brawl here with little significance. Snatching the arm first did not mean he would be able to keep it.
The variables ahead were still vast; the churning magma behind them and the blazing purple divine flames running rampant meant that first avoiding this trouble would leave them with the spare energy to attend to other matters.
Once the heavenly dragon's arm was clear of the magma and sea of fire, the dragon Qi fluctuations became even clearer. Even though the centipede spirit had temporarily slipped away, Lu Yuan was confident he could track him down later.
The purple-robed ghost ape in the chaos had rather bad luck. Having just been beaten back by the centipede spirit, it had spent a fair bit of effort to neutralize the other's force. Before it could even catch its breath, the huge waves formed by the magma and the blazing purple divine flames had already washed over it.
The purple-robed ghost ape's expression was one of absolute terror. The blazing purple-divine flames here were a deeper shade, and their power was more