Lu Xiaotian also glanced to the side. He looked pale, as though his divine sense had been overtaxed. In truth, he had indeed expended quite a bit of it, but nowhere near enough to affect him. His current weakness was merely a facade he had put on. Even Ancestor Chi Jie and the others could never have imagined that a Golden Core cultivator could actually cultivate five Primordial Spirits.
Lu Xiaotian's heart tightened. He had originally only wanted Ancestor Chi Jie and Daoist Heyin to fight each other. As long as the two Nascent Soul old monsters clashed, the battle probably would not end anytime soon. Once they moved a little farther away, his opportunity would naturally come.
Who could have known that plans could never keep up with change? Someone had actually come to reap the spoils from the rear.
"Fight to the death? This lord would very much like to see what abilities you humans possess!" A muffled voice reverberated from the depths of the seabed. "This lord has not left his cave-dwelling in a long time. I never expected that you humans would have made such tremendous progress in alchemy. Even some random Golden Core junior can refine such an astonishing spirit pill!"
"It's the Demon Race!" The moment those words fell, a terrifying demonic aura shot into the heavens.
The seawater split apart on the surface, revealing several neat rows of shrimp soldiers and crab generals in the middle. Some of the demon shrimp and demon crabs seemed to possess traces of Demon Cultivator bloodlines. Their lower halves had already transformed into legs, but their upper bodies still retained the heads of giant shrimp or crabs. They extended a pair of enormous pincers, their beady eyes rolling about.
Others had advanced directly from ordinary demon beasts.