Crisis

We are most times ignorant of what our fate might be working out for us.

A similar situation was playing out to Xiao Ming. He was unaware of the scheme that Bai Yingyu had set up in his absence, after all he still had a tragic situation he was occupied with presently.

The Xiantian Demons that were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns before had now became as abundant as the sand of the sea. They were virtually in every nook and cranny of the entire Demon Raiding Mountain. Xiao Ming was only running around ever since he came out of the mysterious path.

Presently, Xiao Ming had entered an isolated cave and he was crazily recovering his depleted energy. Dozens of beast cores were revolving around him releasing strands of Spiritual Qi. His nine mysterious sword spirits could resolve the conflicting demonic energy within the cores. He didn't dare to let his thoughts wander for even one bit and he was focused on cultivating.