"It was him!" Among those fleeing, a middle-aged man saw the silver-haired Lu Xiaotian. Unlike the others' shock, a trace of complicated emotion appeared on his face.
Lu Xiaotian had no time to care what anyone else was thinking. He had merely received a casual strike from the Iron-Spined Demon Suanni, yet had already exhausted all his strength. Even the Demon-Suppressing Tower, whose defensive power was exceptionally formidable, had been knocked back into his body with a single blow. Before such absolute suppression of rank, even something like the Demon-Suppressing Tower, infinitely close to a spirit-touched magical artifact, was utterly useless.
Only by using the Devouring Soul Art, drawing upon the power of a ninth-tier demon tiger's essence soul, and adding it to his own strength had he barely managed to receive a single blow from this Tenth Tier Demon Suanni.
He had also sustained some internal injuries, though they did not affect his movements for the moment. While Lu Xiaotian was inwardly stunned by the might of a Tenth Tier demon beast, he did not notice in the slightest the shock his survival beneath the Iron-Spined Demon Suanni's attack had brought to the others.
Yet while fleeing in haste, Lu Xiaotian spotted a square-faced man wearing a yellow headscarf. It was Du Fenghu, whom he had fought back at Marquis Zhenwei's residence. He had not expected Du Fenghu to come here as well. What an unfortunate coincidence.
The miserable cries of demon apes rang out one after another behind them. Lu Xiaotian and the other fleeing cultivators secretly counted themselves lucky. Whether they were cultivators or those golden-backed demon apes, they were all outsiders in the eyes of the Iron-Spined Demon Suanni.
Had the golden-backed demon apes not drawn the Iron-Spined Demon Suanni's attention, Lu Xiaotian might have endured