ock remained firmly grasped, impossible to shake off. 。Above him, ripples of sound like a chorus of celestial hymns surged outward, crashing towards Lu Xiaotian. Yet, Lu Xiaotian remained unmoved. 。“...lled out from the ground. 。"Spirit Fruit of the Mist!" Lu Xia Tian's face was flushed with anger. 。Once upon a time, when Lu Xia Tian and Mo Yu Yan were escaping from the Blood-Sucking Mosquito Demon...