The person speaking was Shadow Ghost, who had been silent for quite a long time. Ever since Yu Ci practiced the Seven Constellations of the White Tiger Induction Heart Scripture, baleful Qi had coiled all around his body. Though it was not yet apparent on the surface, Shadow Ghost, whose vital breath was linked with his, distinctly felt the immense pressure. Most of the time, it stayed and calmed its mind inside the skull of the parasitic demonic creature so as not to be affected. Yet now, the moment it spoke, it hit the crux of the matter.
"Crimson Fire Demonic Flame?"
Shadow Ghost's words were like a flash of lightning that cleaved through Yu Ci's misty train of thought and illuminated his heart. A certain memory immediately surged up: "Wutian Jiao Prison, Great Brahma Demon King!"
"It is precisely that scoundrel!" A somewhat gnashing tone laced Shadow Ghost's voice.
Back in the Sword Garden, he had conspired with the Great Brahma Demon King to achieve the body of a heavenly demon, seize Yuan Dao's physical form, and open the Wutian Jiao Prison as a permanent tunnel toward the cultivation world. Who could have known they would suffer a head-on, crushing blow from Qu Wujie and the Rakshasa Ghost King, meeting a disastrous defeat?
When the Great Brahma Demon King retreated in defeat, he had even used Shadow Ghost as a scapegoat. That was one of the driving forces behind Shadow Ghost's miserable plight today, so it was hardly surprising that the entity harbored a bone-deep hatred.
"How could the cultivation world possibly see Crimson Fire Demonic Flame of this purity? That fellow surnamed Zhao used that outer robe to release it, but that cat's flames are definitely transformed from its own vital energy!"
With that previous "acquaintance" with the