That Vengeful Demon disguised as Cao Feiyu should have had all its vitality, resentment, and even every trace of its existence utterly erased.
Just as Chen Fei grew wary, the direction of that hoarse voice suddenly changed. It no longer came from the center of the blood mist, but from somewhere farther away.
"Why do you not answer when I am speaking to you, a mere Great Cang Realm Early Stage cultivator!"
Following the voice, Chen Fei's gaze pierced through the gradually thinning blood mist and the shadows of the ruins, landing beneath the shadow of a relatively intact towering hall.
Within that deep shadow, where the light could scarcely reach, a humanoid outline was slowly condensing into being.
At first, it was merely a mass of denser darkness. Yet soon, that darkness developed distinct limbs, a torso, and a head.
Its figure appeared no different from that of an ordinary adult man, but its entire body was shrouded in flowing black mist that seemed alive.
Its features and clothing could not be seen clearly. Only a pair of blood-red eyes, brimming with endless venomous resentment and madness, stood out within the Black Mist as they stared coldly at Chen Fei.
Though its appearance had changed drastically, that uniquely icy aura of resentment and the venom in its eyes were exactly the same as that "Cao Feiyu" from before.
It had not died.
Or rather, what Chen Fei had destroyed with a single halberd strike had merely been a clone, a shell it had used for disguise and probing—not its true body.
This pitch-black demonic shadow appearing in the distant darkness was the true body of this Vengeful Demon.
Chen Fei frowned slightly. The Vengeful Demons bred within these Ancient Heavenly Court Ruins were far stranger and more troublesome than