After using Ye Bin's sword intent to slay several foes, Yu Ci had gained some understanding of its mysteries. He knew that the mist-like Sword Qi lay somewhere between form and formlessness. Once it entered the body, it could inflict the greatest possible internal damage. The ghost beast's external wounds were already so severe; its injuries within were likely even more dreadful.
Ye Bin had said herself that the ghost beast would be unable to commit evil for more than ten years. Given her cultivation and insight, that was tantamount to confirming that the ghost beast had been gravely wounded. Even if there were slight discrepancies, they could not be too far off.
Under such circumstances, the ghost beast's current bedraggled state was understandable.
The two-headed demon and the ghost beast slaughtered each other amid the clouds and mist. Their violent winds swept several miles outward, and the splattered blood and flesh flew roughly that far as well. The stench of blood spread through the air. At the perimeter, those Core Restoration demons that had been unable to keep up gradually closed in.
Within the Zhaoshen Map, Yu Ci faintly sensed these demons' emotions.
He felt that these demons feared the ghost beast to the extreme, yet coveted it to the extreme as well. As his gaze swept hurriedly over them, he saw more than once demons swallowing saliva, as if the ghost beast locked in battle were a lavish feast steamed, boiled, fried, and stir-fried by a master chef.
Very strange.
At last, one demon could no longer hold itself back. With a roar, it charged toward that terrifying circle of battle. Where there was one, there came two; in the blink of an eye, dozens of demons surged forward like a swarm. The erupting force currents fused into