Not only did Qi Xiazi pounce fiercely towards Xiao Jie, but several Yellow Turban Warriors guarding around the Pill Furnace and seven or eight Kanlu Daoists also gathered around, emanating murderous intent.
Yet, Xiao Jie was not flustered at all. His blood-filled mouth, lined with sharp fangs, suddenly opened wide, spitting out a rolling mass of ink-like toxic fog, glistening with a ghostly green light! He not only devoured the vast demon power of many Demon Kings but also integrated their abnormal demon techniques. At this moment, the Poisonous Fog Technique was performed with full force, instantly enveloping the entire stone hall, making it impossible to see one’s fingers, while the pungent and sweet scent made people nauseous.
The Yellow Turban Warriors, with talismanic light flowing around them, were indifferent to the toxic mist, continuing to advance with heavy steps. But the Daoists were panicked, shouting: "Not good! It’s the deadly demon mist! Quick! Use the Call the Wind Skill to dispel it!"
A sudden gale rose from the ground, whistling as it swept toward the toxic fog. However, this was an enclosed stone hall, and the teal mist had nowhere to escape! The gale not only failed to dispel the fog but also churned it more violently, further spreading and permeating every corner of the hall! Original content can be found at novel✦fire.net
"The Protective Golden Light can’t hold up anymore!"
In an instant, several Daoists succumbed to the vapors, their skin sizzling with corrosion. They hurriedly fetched Detoxification Elixirs and Purification Talismans, attempting self-rescue.
However, before they could recover from the fog’s intrusion, Xiao Jie, transformed into a vicious demon, had already killed them at close range like a specter!
After decades of martial arts battles, survival in the wild, and battle formation training, Xiao Jie’s combat experience had reached a consummate level, and his judgment of the current situation was exceedingly clear.
The Yellow Turban Warriors were shielded by Protective Divine Light and the Dharma Golden Body. Spells could hardly harm them, and their physical defense was extraordinarily powerful, like indomitable iron walls. Though their threat was low, they were extremely difficult to quickly eliminate, and had to be dealt with last as the toughest challenge.
In contrast, those Daoists seemed weak but could perform mighty spells. Previously, he had been captured by the Daoists’ consecutive strikes with the Thunderbolt Technique. Now, blinded by the fog and plunged into chaos, the Daoists were his prime target for immediate elimination!
Amidst the fog, a Daoist had just stuffed a Detoxification Pill into his mouth when a large black shadow carrying a foul wind suddenly loomed over him! Xiao Jie’s demon-transformed massive body possessed terrifying agility incongruent with his size! A bizarre arm covered in blue-black scales with a sharp bone blade at the end darted out like lightning, easily grasping the Daoist’s slender neck, the five fingers suddenly tightening with force!
Crack! A crisp sound, and the cry for help abruptly ceased, the Daoist’s head limply hung down.
"No! He’s over here! Yellow Turban Warriors, defend—" Another Daoist’s shriek had just begun when it was cut off by the sound of flesh being torn by a claw.
Pfft— "Ah!" A piercing scream rang out, as Xiao Jie’s tiger-clawed massive arm easily pierced through the Daoist’s chest, disemboweling him, with his innards and blood spilling all over the ground.
"Quickly retreat! Quickly retreat—ugh!" Another short cry. Xiao Jie, like a ferocious tiger entering a flock of sheep, used the toxic fog as perfect cover to execute a silent and efficient hunt! Every swing of his bone blade and tear of his tiger claw claimed a life.
"Wretched beast! How dare you!" Although Qi Xiazi couldn’t see the exact battle situation, he could hear the calamity unfolding just from the sounds, and was enraged beyond belief, his hair and beard bristling with fury! These Daoists were the disciples he had painstakingly nurtured, essential aides in his alchemy, array setup, message dissemination, and miscellaneous tasks! How could he tolerate such slaughter?
He could no longer hold back and promptly pulled out a peculiar small pouch the size of a palm, dark yellow all over, neither silk nor hemp, with densely embroidered silver wind glyphs on its surface, and hurled it fiercely into the air! The pouch instantly turned large as a fight.
"Wind Nest Bag! Open!"
Instantly, the pouch’s opening widened, and an unmatched suction force swept out, transforming into a raging vortex! Like a gigantic vacuum cleaner at full power, the murky green toxic fog within the hall was drawn into the bag like rivers flowing to the sea, being sucked away completely within a few breaths!
With the toxic fog dissipated, the scene within the hall became fully visible. Scattered around lay the broken corpses of Daoists, several Yellow Turban Warriors also lay dead on the spot, their bodies twisted and damaged. At the center of the hall, the fiendish demon-transformed giant beast held the massive head of the last Yellow Turban Warrior, coldly looking towards Qi Xiazi, with scarlet compound eyes full of ferocity and mockery.
Xiao Jie casually discarded the metallic head like garbage, feeling the surging and overwhelmingly powerful strength far exceeding expectations within him. The mighty demon power fused from thirty-seven Great Demons was so overwhelmingly fierce and domineering! The defense of the Yellow Turban Warriors was like paper in front of him, shattering at a touch!
More delightfully surprising to him was that the Demon Pills had bestowed him various supernatural abilities—such as the exquisite sound recognition technique from the bat spirit, allowing him to see clearly in the otherwise blind poison fog!
At this moment, gazing at the solitary Qi Xiazi, an intense, almost instinctive devouring impulse madly surged in Xiao Jie’s heart!
"Eat him! Devour him! Swallow his flesh and Demon Core!" In his mind, the remaining chaotic voices of countless Demon Kings clamorously surged in, like demonic sounds drilling into his ears.
Xiao Jie’s rationality was instantly drowned by this primitive impulse! Indeed! Eat him! As a Demon Refiner, Qi Xiazi’s body must harbor a powerful and unparalleled Demon Core! The spiritual power it contains likely far exceeds any he has consumed before! If he can devour it... Ascension to Immortality seems not so unattainable!