Heavenly Fire

The four demons felt only an eerie force enter their bodies, piercing straight into their seas of consciousness before dispersing. Whether human or demon, the sea of consciousness was of utmost importance—how could these four not be alarmed? They had already agreed to become the other party's demon servants, so why was he still trying to harm them?

Yan Chihuo said blandly, "This is my unique secret art, the Slave Contract Seal. It is branded deep into your souls. So long as you obediently listen to me, it will have no effect whatsoever. But should you harbor the slightest disloyal thought, even from ten thousand li away, I can make your souls scatter and your spirits disperse."

Upon hearing this, all four demons were greatly shocked. This was the first time they had heard of the Slave Contract Seal. They had never imagined that such a spell existed after reaching the Dao Foundation Stage. When they had agreed to become Yan Chihuo's demon servants, they had merely assumed they would have to swear a Heavenly Dao oath.

A Heavenly Dao oath was likewise impossible to defy, but when swearing it, one could always find loopholes if one put one's mind to it. Even if no loophole could be found, harboring some resentment and failing to put one's full effort into one's work would not bring down punishment from the Heavenly Dao. No matter what, that was far better than becoming a demon servant.

The Ironhead Wolf was quick-witted, and secretly thought, "This damned Slave Contract Seal truly is something I've never heard of. Could this insolent monkey be deceiving us?"

The instant this thought arose, it immediately felt a blaze ignite deep within its soul, nearly burning it to ash. It opened its mouth and let out a miserable scream,