The image of the Demon Shadow Palace's Venerable Lord in black flashed through his mind.
The scenes of Little Stone Village's people collapsing one after another into pools of blood gradually became clear, making Su Shi'er feel as though he had returned to that day.
Those familiar faces came rushing at him, branded into his mind, impossible to dispel.
The chanting by his ears vanished, replaced by desperate, helpless pleas for mercy and anguished wails.
The last shred of clarity Su Shi'er had clung to vanished completely.
The Demonic Qi invading his meridians and even his Dantian completely took over.
Affected by this, Su Shi'er's movements abruptly came to a halt. In an instant, the formation's power rebounded, carrying an unparalleled force that pierced through his crown, tore apart the meridians within him, and severely injured his body.
His physical body was wounded, blood streaming from his seven orifices before being washed away by the pool water in the blink of an eye.
Yet Su Shi'er seemed utterly unaware of it all. ????
At this moment, his situation was far from encouraging.
The violent aura around him continued to rise, while his pupils gradually turned scarlet.
In a place like Demon Dragon Pool, even someone as powerful as Su Shi'er could not bring his profound cultivation and strength into play. Compared to other cultivators, he could merely hold out a little longer.
More and more Demonic Qi gathered within his dantian. At the center of the small universe, Su Shi'er's Nascent Soul also began to be affected.
The tiny figure condensed from pure energy was gradually stained by black Qi. The Nascent Soul clenched its fists tightly, doing its utmost to circulate Nascent Soul Yuan and resist the invading Demonic Qi.
But faced with the endless stream of Demonic Qi,