Of course, although this secret art was profound, a mere possessed body could only bring out about a third of its divine abilities.
Even so, the Supreme Demon of Extreme Evil's magic power was so deep that it was not something the Blood Demon, whose very movements were restricted, could withstand.
After a fierce battle, the Blood Demon swallowed his hatred and lost.
But this old fellow was, after all, an ancient evil cultivator. His demonic arts were shocking enough to make the world stare, and if the Supreme Demon of Extreme Evil wanted to destroy him, he would have to pay no small price.
Both Old Devils were clever men, so naturally they would not do something that left both sides battered and broken.
Thus, the Demon Venerable settled for the next best thing: after sealing the Blood Demon, he brought him back to his own cave residence. Now, looking at this half-human, half-beast monster, keen light flickered in his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.
As for Blood Demon Venerable, compared to several months ago, he appeared even weaker. His ugly body was covered in wounds; without cultivators' flesh, blood, and refined souls, he had no way to recover at all.
"Has Fellow Daoist come here because you have decided to cooperate with me?" the Blood Demon's voice was filled with temptation. "Or has Fellow Daoist encountered some difficulty and needs my help?"
"You truly can let this old man break through the bottleneck and enter the Nascent Soul Late Stage?" the Demon Venerable's voice held not the slightest emotion.
"Of course. Why would this old man deceive you?"
"Hmph. Blood Demon, don't think this Demon Venerable knows nothing about you. I have already looked through quite a few ancient records. In the primeval era