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Just as Ren Pingsheng was feeling wary and lost in thought, the sounds from the passage became increasingly clear. Listening closely, it seemed that there were not just one but two or three people running.
"Could it be that Brute Force is escaping?" a thought emerged in his mind. However, before he could continue speculating, a roar came from that direction, as if calling out.
The Golden Soul-Eating Beast, upon hearing this sound, could no longer sit still. Ignoring Ren Pingsheng's presence, it leaped over him and ran back toward the source of the noise.
"It turns out to be the Soul Devouring Beast. It seems that corpse must have come back to life; they couldn't suppress it and thus escaped. I wonder if that corpse will chase after us?" Ren Pingsheng watched as the Golden Soul-Eating Beast ran past but made no move himself, instead pondering these matters.
After a few breaths, the roar of the Soul Devouring Beast echoed ahead, its voice tinged with sadness. This instantly pulled Ren Pingsheng's thoughts back.
"Is something wrong?" His mind stirred as he recognized that it was indeed the same Golden Soul-Eating Beast's call. He turned back to see what was happening.
After walking about two hundred meters, he saw three Soul Devouring Beasts. No, it should be four; one was lying on the ground, seemingly gravely injured.
Ren Pingsheng's arrival immediately alerted the other two blood-colored Soul Devouring Beasts, which began to growl at him with evident anger. They recognized Ren Pingsheng as being similar to Brute Force and the others who had attacked them before. Naturally, they regarded him as an enemy.
"Don't be nervous; I mean no harm," Ren Pingsheng quickly took two steps back and said cautiously. Then, under the light of the Luminous Pearl, he examined the severely injured Soul Devouring Beast.
His actions caused the vigilance of the two Soul Devouring Beasts to lessen somewhat; however, they still glared at him with anger, clearly distrustful.
"Cough... I can save it! How about letting me try?" After a moment of hesitation, he spoke up.
"Roar..." The two Soul Devouring Beasts tensed up again, their aura surging as if they were about to attack.
"Hey, hey, don't be nervous! Look..." Ren Pingsheng waved his hand, and a green light began to flicker continuously, warm and full of vitality.
"Roar..." The sorrowful Golden Soul-Eating Beast seemed to sense this green light and turned its head to lowly growl without hesitation. Then surprisingly, the two Soul Devouring Beasts stepped back and made way for Ren Pingsheng.
"Rest assured; I will heal it," Ren Pingsheng said softly with a smile as he approached the severely injured Soul Devouring Beast. The Wood's Profound Meaning flickered continuously and slowly merged into its body. The previously grievously wounded Soul Devouring Beast began to heal little by little under the nurturing effects of Wood's Profound Meaning; its wounds closed up and blood ceased to flow. The severity of its injuries gradually improved, and its expression of pain lessened.
"Roar..." Seeing that Ren Pingsheng's method was indeed effective, the golden Soul Devouring Beast immediately let out a joyful roar and began to circle around excitedly.
"Alright, just rest a bit more and you should be fine." Not long after, Ren Pingsheng stood up and concluded his treatment. At this point, the Soul Devouring Beast indeed looked much better. Its eyes were wide open without any sign of pain; it just couldn't move for now.
"Haha... you damned beasts are here too; it's perfect timing to deal with you all together." Suddenly, intermittent laughter echoed from further down the passage, a hoarse voice lingering in the air for quite some time.
Upon hearing this sound, the Soul Devouring Beast immediately became alert, its fur standing on end as it continuously growled at the distant passage. The mysterious melody in the sound rippled outwards.
"Hmph, now that I have a body, do you think these little tricks are still useful against me?" At this moment, a figure in the distant passage became increasingly clear.
"How could it be him? Did the others not return, or have they all met with disaster?" When Ren Pingsheng recognized the person's face, his expression changed. This was clearly Wu Kai, who had parted ways with him not long ago, but now his aura had changed drastically; he was likely no longer the original Wu Kai.
"Oh, the human they mentioned who slipped through the net is here too. It seems my strength can recover some more." Ghost Hero's eyes gleamed when he saw Ren Pingsheng.
"They? So you mean they have fallen into your hands? It seems their situation is dire. But who are you?" Although Ren Pingsheng's expression remained calm, he had already become vigilant in his heart.
"Who am I? You don't need to know that because your life will soon belong to me. You are about to become the nourishment for my strength recovery, so knowing is pointless."
"Oh, actually even if you didn't say anything, I could guess some things. You must be from the Demon Clan! But it is said that the Demon Clan perished in ancient times; how could you appear here?"
"Heh heh, I didn't expect you to know quite a bit. But there's one thing you're wrong about: how could our Demon Clan have perished? We merely separated from your human race. Soon we will return. By then, your human race will be annihilated, and this Continent will belong to my Demon Clan." Ghost Hero seemed surprised at first but then spoke disdainfully.
"Separated? So does that mean those from the Demon Race and Monster Race will also return?" He felt a stir in his heart and recalled the widely circulated calamity that would occur in a few hundred years, unable to help but ask.
"Demon Race? Monster Race? They will all perish just like your human race. We Demon Clan are the rulers of this Continent. Enough talk; prepare to die!" He seemed too lazy to say more; without any visible movement, countless Gray Mist surged forward.
"Huh? How could this be?" Once entangled by the gray mist, Ren Pingsheng immediately felt his body becoming immobile as a bone-chilling cold swept over him.
"Is this the strange aspect of the Demon Clan? This is Nether Qi cultivated by the Demon Clan." Unable to move his body or even resist, he finally gained a clear understanding of the peculiarities of the Demon Clan.
"Damn it, does this mean I can only wait for death?" Just as Ren Pingsheng was horrified in his heart, those Soul Devouring Beasts opened their mouths and inhaled deeply, instantly reducing the surrounding Gray Mist by more than half.
Ren Pingsheng felt his body lighten and immediately regained control over himself. The Windscar Sword was drawn in an instant; Azure Wind howled, Thunder Light flickered, and Sword Qi flashed as it struck towards Ghost Hero. He knew he had to attack immediately and not give Ghost Hero any chance to counterattack; otherwise, if he were surrounded by Nether Qi again, it would be dangerous.
In the gray mist, Ghost Hero waved his hand to block this sword strike. However, he let out a muffled groan and retreated several steps as the gray mist thinned slightly.
"It seems what was recorded in ancient texts was not wrong; Thunder is indeed a nemesis of Nether Qi. Sea of Thunder and Lightning!" Ren Pingsheng's face lit up with joy as he turned the Windscar Sword; countless Thunder Lights flickered and enveloped Ghost Hero.
"You little brat! If it weren't for my strength not being fully restored, do you think these little Thunder strikes would affect me? Today, even if it costs me some essence, I will kill you." It seemed that being injured by Ren Pingsheng made him feel quite humiliated.
With an angry roar, he summoned even denser gray mist around him that began to take on a liquid form and actually shattered the surrounding Thunder. Waves of chilling power continuously emanated from the passage. Even with True Qi shielding him, Ren Pingsheng felt an unbearable coldness throughout his body.
"In my heyday when I roamed this Continent as Ghost Hero, how glorious was I! You little ones dare to challenge me? Go die!" Ghost Hero shouted from within the Gray Mist. The entire passage was engulfed in mist so thick that one couldn't see their own hand in front of their face.
The Soul Devouring Beasts that were originally in the Gray Mist seemed to have quieted down. In the gray fog, anxious roars echoed, but they had no effect. Although they had a suppressive effect on the Demon Clan, it was also related to their own strength; when faced with Demon Clan members who were much stronger than them, they were powerless.
This Ghost Hero, being suppressed here, must have been a powerful figure in Ancient Times. These Soul Devouring Beasts could only be contained through the Altar. Now that he had regained his body and removed the greatest threat, and even utilized Source Power, these Soul Devouring Beasts were simply no match for him.
"I will take care of all you Little Ones," he declared, and as soon as he finished speaking, two screams were heard. It turned out that those two Soul Devouring Beasts had been knocked away and lay on the ground, lifeless.
"Damn it, get me out of here!" Experiencing that feeling of being completely immobilized again, Ren Pingsheng felt a mix of shock and helplessness; this was the gap in strength. He felt gray gas continuously invading him, his body growing stiffer, and saw a figure approaching closer. He began to panic. If he couldn't break free, this time he would meet his end here.
"If I can't struggle free, then I'll absorb it!" Suddenly, he felt a shift in his expression as the Six-Colored Cyclone in his Dantian began to spin rapidly. The Gray Mist that had invaded his body was unexpectedly pulled into the Dantian, and after struggling a few times, it was absorbed by the Six-Colored Cyclone.
This was not the end; the Six-Colored Cyclone seemed to have found something interesting. Its pulling force grew stronger, even affecting the Gray Mist surrounding Ren Pingsheng's body, which was involuntarily drawn into him and merged with the Six-Colored Cyclone.
A vortex appeared in the Gray Mist, stirring up the entire fog as it began to tremble. The gray mist continuously surged towards Ren Pingsheng and was absorbed into his body. In just a few breaths, what had been a thick mist almost turning to liquid had suddenly decreased by nearly half.
"Damn it, what's going on? How could this happen? This is my Source Power; how can it be absorbed?" The Ghost Hero immediately sensed this strange situation but initially dismissed it.
Nether Qi is known to be on par with Demonic Energy and True Qi; it is famously cold and sinister. Even those from the Demon Clan or those who practiced Ghost Path techniques would not dare to absorb it like this. Otherwise, they would soon be eroded by Nether Qi and turn to ashes.
However, just a few breaths later, he realized something was wrong. The consumption of these Nether Qi was far too rapid; in an instant, half of it was gone. Such a terrifying amount would make even slightly weaker members of the Demon Clan hesitate to absorb it. After all, this was Source Power from someone who had once been a Demon Emperor; if a human tried to absorb it, they would have long been eroded and perished.
Yet now, the vortex surrounding Ren Pingsheng grew increasingly powerful and continued to absorb without any signs of being eroded by Nether Qi.
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