Refining the Little Demon, Encountering the Black Demonic Flood Dragon Again

Seeing this terrifying scene, Su Shi'er's body could not help but tremble. He decisively put away the Level 3 Puppet and Fire Cloud Gourd, several Escape Talismans appearing in his hand.

He transformed directly into a streak of fleeing light and shot into the distance with lightning speed.

Having previously nurtured the Cloud Yang Spirit Fire, Su Shi'er knew full well that even if the Southern Bright Leaving Fire could ignite and devour these Little Demons,

the process, no matter how fast, would still take time. And it was certainly not limitless.

Once it reached a certain point, the Southern Bright Leaving Fire would need time to digest them.

He could try dealing with hundreds, even thousands, of Little Demons.

But tens of thousands? The pressure on him could not simply be called great—it was unimaginably immense. Besides, such a commotion would inevitably draw in even more Little Demons from afar, perhaps even stronger demonic beasts.

Once he fell into a bitter battle, there would be endless trouble!

At a time like this, the only thing he could do was avoid their sharp edge.

After fleeing several hundred miles in one breath, Su Shi'er finally secretly let out a sigh of relief.

When he resumed his journey, he flew close to the ground, riding the wind while suppressing his aura to the utmost limit.

Only when he occasionally encountered isolated groups of relatively few Little Demons did he decisively activate the Fire Cloud Gourd, ignite them with the Southern Bright Leaving Fire, then draw them into the gourd.

Everything he did had but one purpose: to avoid alerting more Little Demons nearby as much as possible.

For more than ten consecutive days, every day passed like this.

As he traveled in pursuit of Shen Miaoyin's location, he would decisively strike