A one-on-one fight with the Dragonblood Pangolin?
Something Li Su would never do—naturally, neither would the Withered Elder.
It would be one thing somewhere else, but this was the Hundred Demons Palace, the lair of a hundred old Golden Core demons.
There was no reason that, if something happened, he, the Withered Elder, should charge in alone.
Not causing trouble for others was something only the hypocrites of the righteous path would do. As a demonic cultivator, dragging others into the mire was standard practice.
Sure enough, the moment the old demon retreated, the Dragonblood Pangolin, which had been gathering strength, could no longer bear it.
This was not simply because it was reckless. The mid-grade yin stone was far too important to it; it concerned its advancement!
Under normal circumstances, places that produced mid-grade yin stones could only be found deeper down, farther below.
But clearly, it could not reach those depths. It was simply too cold; it could not endure it at all!
One had to know that low temperatures and high temperatures were completely different.
With high temperatures, even a difference of several hundred degrees was not really that frightening.
Take humans, for example. Even an environment a hundred degrees hot could be endured for a short time.
But low temperatures were different. Sometimes, a mere difference of a few degrees could practically decide life or death.
In a high-temperature environment, one could still struggle, still take a gamble.
But in a low-temperature environment, once it exceeded what one could endure, death was basically certain.
Though the Dragonblood Pangolin was a beast and did not understand this principle, it knew full well that, given its circumstances, it could not go to the places where mid-grade yin stones existed and gather them.
Therefore, if it missed this one,