The Great Demon God's Helplessness

The Primordial Demon's strangeness was rare in all the world.

When It withdrew from Wu Yuan's body, It left no trace whatsoever. Pang Jian had no way to thoroughly investigate where It had concealed Itself.

Having clashed with It many times before, Pang Jian could only fill his mind with thunder and lightning when facing Its soul contamination, preventing It from poisoning his mind.

Wu Yuan's Great Dao foundation stemmed from the Demon Stone Art, and he was deeply entangled with the Primordial Demon. It was indeed difficult for him to contend against It with his own strength.

Without Pang Jian's intervention, the Primordial Demon could seize Wu Yuan again at virtually any moment.

And the chances of success would be extremely high!

Perhaps for that very reason, the Primordial Demon had not seriously injured Wu Yuan before leaving his body.

—It intended to make another move against Wu Yuan in the future.

"The Primordial Demon is rooted in the evil thoughts of all living beings. It cannot be removed. At least for now, I have no way to truly destroy It within Purgatory," Pang Jian said helplessly. "Of course, as long as your soul is strong enough, you can capture traces of Its existence."

Bitterness filled Wu Yuan's face. "To surpass It in understanding of the soul? How could that be easy?"

The Primordial Demon's sudden appearance had finally shown him just how terrifying It was. He could also sense that every so often, the Primordial Demon grew stronger than before.

He could not resist It now. In the future, it would only become harder.

"One thing the Primordial Demon made very clear: the fusion and annexation among Its nine avatars beyond the heavens are also indirectly making It stronger," Pang Jian sighed.

Suddenly.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Li Zhaotian, King