Deep beneath the earth, in this strange place, red mist filled the air.
Suddenly, the red mist churned. A faint black hole appeared above it, radiating wisps of heaven-and-earth Killing Qi. As soon as the Killing Qi entered the red mist, it was instantly devoured.
Luo Hou, sitting beneath the Purple Vampire Vine, felt utterly drained, as though every ounce of strength had been wrung from his body. He knew he had succeeded: using his Spatial Divine Ability and all his energy, he had opened a Space Tunnel and brought wisps of Killing Qi from the Netherworld Land to nourish the souls of the Twelve Fierce Fiends.
But it still wasn't enough. The Killing Qi from the Netherworld Land had accumulated over more than a hundred thousand years in the Primordial World, along with what was generated deep underground. Even so, it was insufficient to sustain the gestation and growth of him and these twelve heaven-born fiends.
The Primordial Era Three Tribes were still targets he had to hunt. With unsteady steps, Luo Hou fled toward the Primordial Continent.
Extreme Yin Valley was thick with rolling Black Qi. One soul after another was drawn in, quickly devoured and refined by the Soul Banner.
Luo Hou sat cross-legged and absorbed the power of the souls within the Soul Banner, repairing the damage to his body. His true form had forcibly opened a Space Tunnel, at enormous cost, and had fallen into a deep slumber. As a manifestation of one of his thoughts, he was hardly in better shape. His Spiritual Power was nearly drained, and he felt drowsy. It was already extraordinarily lucky that he had made it back to Extreme Yin Valley. He had avoided places where powerful beings lived in seclusion and encountered no particularly formidable creatures along the