Lu Qingshan slightly recovered his senses and looked around.
The thick mist that was visible to the naked eye was gradually thinning and slowly dissipating.
After determining the direction, Lu Qingshan did not hesitate at all, immediately rose with sword control, and began his journey back.
One reason was that he knew very well, although he had slaughtered all the heart demons gathered here, not leaving a single one alive, due to the special abilities of the heart demon, it was highly likely that other heart demons had already received the news and were on their way here.
It could be imagined what kind of strength the heart demons coming after knowing this battle's result would possess—starting at the Ninth Grade, and even possibly a Demon Lord.
Lu Qingshan was confident that soon, a Ninth Grade Demonic Cultivator would be nothing to him, and he might even stand a chance in a battle against a Demon Lord.
But he still needed time.
