What Exactly Was This Thing?

Su Fan was flung more than a hundred and fifty meters away by that invisible barrier, and only then did he barely manage to steady himself.

He turned his head and looked at the patch of boiling black demonic smoke on the distant sea. He could not help but let out a mournful sigh.

Who would have thought that, in the end, something would still go wrong? It truly was a case of being meticulous in a hundred ways, yet careless in one.

Just now, he had been entirely focused on dealing with the last Void Refining Stage heretical cultivator, giving this Foreign Great Demon time to restore its Demonic Body.

Some high-level big shots in the Devil Realm liked to accept worship from Human Race cultivators who had fallen into heresy, using demonic power to help cultivators with originally abysmal aptitudes rapidly raise their cultivation realms.

Although ordinary cultivators generally disdained cultivating through such methods, there were simply too many Human Race cultivators in this Cultivation World.

The vast majority had only mediocre aptitudes. Without sufficient cultivation resources, breaking through one bottleneck after another was exceedingly difficult.

Foundation Establishment Realm and Golden Core Realm were still manageable, but once they reached the Nascent Soul Realm, it became like a natural chasm to cultivators with ordinary aptitudes.

Thus, many cultivators chose to step onto the heretical path, worshipping the great demons of the Devil Race's Upper Realm and gaining their assistance to raise their cultivation realms in an extremely short time.

Those old monsters from the Devil Realm naturally were not being kindhearted. They would lodge a wisp of their divine souls inside the heretical cultivators' bodies. As the heretical cultivators' realms continued to rise, their own incarnations in the Lower Realm would gradually gestate.

Once the time was ripe,