What should he do about Chi Yunsang before him? Lu Xiaotian's expression shifted between light and dark. Rarely had he found himself so undecided. After all, killing Chi Yunsang meant that if he failed to find the mechanism to reopen the mountain gate later, he would even lose the chance to force it open with brute strength. No one knew whether other dangers still lurked here. With Chi Yunsang around, he could still serve a considerable purpose.
But if he spared Chi Yunsang now, would Chi Yunsang truly spare him once he recovered? This question swiftly surfaced in Lu Xiaotian's mind. Probably not. What the other party wanted was the Nascent Soul Fruit. Once he obtained it, Lu Xiaotian reckoned his own death would be at hand. The only difference was dying a little later.
"You want to kill Chi Yunsang too, don't you? You really are ruthless, but I'm afraid you no longer have the chance. My Primordial Spirit has already been sealed by you. The Night Nether Bone Artifact bears a special seal; without my activation, it loses its proper killing power. Now that even my Primordial Spirit has been imprisoned by you, I naturally can no longer trap Chi Yunsang. Chi Yunsang's magic power is profound. The time we've spent talking has already been enough for him to temporarily stabilize his injuries!" Luo Zhongting spoke up in warning.
Sure enough, at Luo Zhongting's words, Chi Yunsang, who had been nailed to the tree trunk by four white bones, suddenly raised his head. His eyes flew wide open, and the four white bones shot backward.
Lu Xiaotian inwardly cursed. He had not expected such a change, but just as Luo Zhongting's words fell, Lu Xiaotian let out a clear cry and pushed his magic power to its limit.