The Celestial Demon youth was like a trapped beast, clutching his injured eye. Though the flesh had forcibly healed, the intense pain and damage remained. He roared, "Come out! If you have the guts, come out!"
Laughter echoed around him.
"Fine, I will come out now."
The next moment, the laughter turned cold and sharp.
"I’ll kill you!"
A shadow suddenly appeared in the distance, exuding killing intent!
The Celestial Demon youth struck again, roaring as he hurled a black seal towards the approaching shadow.
Boom!
The shadow exploded, transforming into a soft white mist.
The Celestial Demon youth stood frozen, a sense of helplessness welled up from his heart.
Suddenly, the laughter echoed once more.
"Feeling useless, aren’t you?"
Soon after, another voice of laughter emerged.
"You are indeed useless."
Then the laughter turned into a barrage of insults.
"Waste!"
"You are a waste!"
"Waste!"
The Demon’s Sound pierced the ears, tearing through the mind, amplifying his thoughts and emotions by a hundredfold.
The Celestial Demon youth struggled with all his might to observe his surroundings while desperately fending off the Demon’s Sound.
Song Yan was bathed in shadows.
This was his first time truly utilizing his Lifebound Secret Technique in battle, and the effect was impressive.
The Demon’s Sound pierced the ears, concealed the Divine Soul, transformed the Divine Soul, mimicked the Divine Soul...
This Celestial Demon was certainly no mere demon monk mastering the essence of theft; his physical strength was extraordinarily powerful. Song Yan even felt that if it came to a direct physical fight, he would be no match for this Celestial Demon.
Suddenly, a thought burst into his mind: "This is a Celestial Demon cultivator from the Ancient Purple Mansion Realm! He surely possesses a method to enhance the Body Refining Realm!"
As soon as this thought emerged, various greedy desires flooded in.
"Devour him!"
"Devour him!"
"You must devour him!"
At this moment, the Celestial Demon youth gritted his teeth and shouted, "I’m done playing with you!"
With that, he fled, leaving the ancient tomb in an instant.
But the very next moment, his heart was suddenly filled with immense fear, for he felt a familiar presence rushing towards him.
It was... himself!!!
A fist bearing the Power of Thought of shattering Profound Qi came straight at him.
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