The demoness's strength was fully reflected in two aspects. One was naturally her own magical power—her realm of cultivation. Wang Xian had no idea what realm the demoness was actually at, but it was definitely not as simple as the peak Immortal Venerable Grade she had displayed.
Otherwise, how could a mere peak Immortal Venerable Grade make the Soul Tower feel fear from the inside out?
The Soul Tower was the true body of the "Soul" Heavenly Scripture, one of the Nine Heavenly Books. The "Soul" Heavenly Scripture had gone through two masters: one was Wang Xian, who had created the "Soul" Heavenly Scripture, while the other was naturally the Lord of Soul among the Taboo Lords.
Therefore, anyone who could make the Soul Tower feel fear was either on the same level as the Lord of Soul or someone Wang Xian knew. In short, the demoness's identity was definitely far from ordinary—shockingly immense, in fact.
The other aspect of the demoness's strength was her physical toughness. Otherwise, even with her magical power sealed by the Soul Tower, she could not have pinned Wang Xian to the ground and drained his blood for more than an hour.
Wang Xian jumped down from the small cosmic warship and landed beside the demoness. Seeing that she was still lying facedown on the ground, he cautiously asked, "Are you alright?"
The demoness did not respond.
Wang Xian waited for a while, but the demoness remained sprawled on the ground without any reaction. That made him realize that something might really have gone wrong with her.
After thinking for a moment, Wang Xian crouched down, extended his right index finger, and gently poked the demoness's head.
Her head swayed slightly from his poke, but she still gave no response.
"Did she faint?"
Wang Xian