In the darkness, Nether Wind howled. Zhao Li gritted his teeth, but in the end he decided to keep going. Even if he really fell, it was only an incarnation. At most, it would cost him some resources.
The instant he crossed through the Nether Wind, beneath his feet, the corners of Nine Nether's mouth had already split into a smile. Though he was not in his prime, planting a mark in an Earth Supreme's Sea of Consciousness was effortless.
Once the mark was planted, he could slowly draw on Zhao Li's Soul Origin to replenish himself and live on for another span of years.
And he could even control Zhao Li through the mark. When the time came, he would first break open this prison. After getting out, he had plenty of ways to leave this space.
Thinking of this, Nine Nether began muttering incantations. Strange syllables echoed through the prison one after another, and as those syllables left his mouth, he seemed to grow a little more illusory. Even so, he showed no intention of stopping.
"Hmph—mm? A Heavenly Supreme-level soul essence? How is that possible!"
All of a sudden, that illusory Demonic Shadow let out a muffled groan and cried out, his words filled with disbelief.
A Heavenly Supreme, even among the Nine Nether Tribe and even the entire Outer Realm Evil Race, was already a mighty figure of one region. Before he was sealed, he himself had only barely reached Spirit Grade Heavenly Supreme.
Yet now, that native outside had actually reached a Heavenly Supreme-level soul essence! This meant that his strength could contend with Nine Nether even when he had been at his peak!
"Damn heavens, you're playing me!"
Someone had come in before he perished, and just when he saw hope of escaping his