If it were only because of the Yin-Devouring Ghost Wheel, Lu Xiaotian would have thrown that evil thing away without the slightest hesitation, as far as he could possibly throw it. But what the Dark Nightmare Ghost King said might not be true. He had killed Xuan Yin—could the other party truly have no desire to avenge him?
Since that was the case, Lu Xiaotian hardened his heart. Whether he stretched out his neck or drew it back, the blade would still fall. Even if he was doomed to die, he could not let the other party have his way so easily.
With the Bat King's Dharma Wings beating, he crossed countless mountains and rushing rivers. Woundless City was now visible in the distance, but the essence blood needed to activate the Bat King's Dharma Wings was nearly exhausted. He could no longer sustain such long-distance flight.
The Dark Nightmare Ghost King still clung tightly to his trail without letting up. Even though killing Patriarch Blood Lion and the others had delayed him somewhat, Lu Xiaotian could not see his figure when he looked back. Yet the towering, sinister ghostly qi behind him was unmistakable.
Just as expected, Woundless City had sensed the vast ghostly qi surging toward it. From afar, several figures rose from the ground into the air, their robes fluttering in the wind.
Lu Xiaotian's expression changed in surprise. There were actually as many as seven Nascent Soul Cultivators here. But his heart quickly sank again—the Dark Nightmare Ghost King behind him had not slowed down in the slightest.
Lu Xiaotian was only at Golden Core Late Stage, so naturally he could not sense the cultivation levels of Woundless City's seven Nascent Soul Cultivators. However, the Dark Nightmare Ghost King had no such difficulty.
Knowing full well