"It was a pity." When Lu Xiaotian saw the powerful demon hawk cleaved in two by the black wheel, its vast amount of blood essence raining down from the sky, he felt a peculiar bitterness. If he could have obtained that blood essence, he could probably have fled a little farther.
This Dark Nightmare Ghost King was outrageously powerful. He had first slain a green-robed elder in the Nascent Soul Realm, and now he had killed a demon bird above the Tenth Tier. Although Lu Xiaotian had used the brief delay to widen the distance a little, such a gap was negligible to the Dark Nightmare Ghost King.
After half a year and tens of thousands of miles, the other party had still managed to find him. How could this fleeting distance before his eyes matter? Lu Xiaotian secretly regretted it somewhat. Had he known, he would not have killed Xuan Yin. Though that fellow had been hateful, the trouble he brought was far too great. Other than obtaining some useless Ghost Clan items and that unfathomable Yin-Devouring Ghost Wheel, killing him had brought little benefit.
What could truly be put to use was still the Bat King's Dharma Wings. Back when he had killed Xuan Yin, the greater reason had probably been the threat Xuan Yin posed. He had never expected to provoke someone even worse now.
The Black Sky Mountains sped beneath his feet. Lu Xiaotian vaguely spotted an upright black bear demon atop a mountain peak, with a bear's head and a human body. Its two eyes swept toward him coldly. Startled, Lu Xiaotian made a slight detour and did not dare pass through its territory. The Dark Nightmare Ghost King behind him also seemed somewhat wary of this demon and was not as wantonly aggressive as