Restoring Freedom

Xiao Yan sat cross-legged alone in the room. He was not quietly cultivating; his body trembled constantly, and cold sweat continuously streamed down his forehead.

The turmoil within his body had reached an overwhelming level. The originally orderly Dou Qi had gone completely mad, churning together in chaos.

The most important reason for this change was that Xiao Yan had directly acted against the Dou Sheng power remaining in his body.

The Spirit Clan Dou Sheng's power was indeed formidable. Although it had now been brought under control, it still locked down Xiao Yan's right hand. Xiao Yan knew well that if he wanted revenge, he could not be impatient in the slightest. He had to return himself to peak condition, and the most urgent matter was to remove this greatest obstacle as quickly as possible.

At the very least, he had to regain the freedom of his right hand. It still contained the power of devouring and the Black Flame, both of which were vital parts of Xiao Yan's current strength.

Xiao Yan had long considered how to deal with this portion of Dou Sheng power. Even though it was merely the remnant of a furious Dou Sheng's strike, the amount of Dou Qi it contained was beyond ordinary imagination. After all, the gap between a Dou Zun and a Dou Sheng surpassed that between any other ranks.

Given enough time, the Heavenly Flames would sooner or later be able to deal with this power, perhaps even gradually absorb its Dou Qi in the end. Aside from being overbearing and razor-sharp, this power was no different from a high-grade medicinal pill. But Xiao Yan could not wait any longer. He needed strength, and every second counted!

Xiao Yan had some idea of the pain that would come from forcibly