Wait!
Calm down first!
Seeing himself submerged in so much flesh and blood, Yang An had nearly been unable to stop himself from taking out the sealing remnant.
But reason still made him consider his current situation first—whether he should take such a risk.
Logically speaking, he was currently inside the demon's physical body. Since his perception could not penetrate outside, outside perception surely could not penetrate in either.
In other words, aside from the demon itself, no one else could sense any of his actions.
The demon had trapped him within its body, merely restraining him without doing anything else. Did it not intend to kill him? Did it intend to take him away instead?
Unable to hear any sounds from outside, Yang An could not fathom the demon's intentions.
But one thing was certain: if Qingxin could not save him, and he did not save himself, he would fall into danger.
And given that both Qingxin and the demon were Corpse Gods, neither would likely be able to do anything to the other in a short time.
It was better to rely on oneself than beg others. In this matter, Yang An did not consider Qingxin particularly reliable.
Nor could he pin his hopes of survival on someone else.
He still had to act himself.
With that thought, after careful consideration, Yang An took the sealing remnant from the Flesh-Buried Talisman.
The cramped space was filled with slick mucus, like a great quantity of secretion produced by the flesh and blood itself, sticky and slimy.
Fortunately, there was no nauseating smell inside.
A silver bead the size of a thumbnail appeared in Yang An's hand. The aura of the Earth Celestial Method Stele within the sealing remnant had grown increasingly dense.
It should only have needed a little