After being smashed down from the sky so viciously by Niu Batian, even with their profound cultivation, the two could not withstand it and suffered serious injuries. Had they not carried Protective Treasures, that blow might have hammered them to death.
"Cough, cough, cough... Niu Batian, Lord Lu, hear us out. We truly are friends, not enemies. We know that you are close to the Northern Demon and also know Fairy Lian. Surely that proves we are on the same side?"
Lu Min was already at the end of his rope, with barely any magical power left. Even if he had not encountered this demon cloud, he would not have lasted much longer, let alone now. His heart had turned to ashes; all he saw was a dead end.
Demonic qi churned through the sky. To outsiders, Old Ox, shrouded in pitch-black clouds, looked like a colossal humanoid demon standing amid the clouds, his eyes glowing crimson and two crescent-shaped Large Horns rising from either side of his head.
Not dead yet?
He had thought that strike would kill the two people pursuing Lu Min in one blow. Unexpectedly, they still had the strength to speak. Old Ox's mind had always turned quickly, though, and he immediately reined in his demonic qi and slowly descended from the clouds, asking the two cultivators below with some suspicion.
"Oh? Is that true?"
Old Ox descended slowly. His face no longer carried the simple and honest look of a farmhand; instead, Killing Intent rolled off him. Though his body had shrunk, he still stood more than three zhang tall. A pair of sharp ox horns flickered with cold light, and the demonic qi around him was terrifying.
Seeing Niu Batian ease up, the two cultivators noticed that Lu Min was still trapped in