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So now, Wen Xu sensed several times more malice than anyone else. The sickening sensation nearly overwhelmed every one of his senses. He rarely lost control of himself, but now... he could not hold back.

"Urgh—"

His stomach was empty, and the dry heaving made him feel even worse. The wind seeped through every crack. Even if he shut off his five senses, the moment his spiritual power touched the wind, he could still sense the malice in the air.

Was this what a demon was?

"Wen Xu-Xu, are you all right? You look awful..."

Chen Zui came in carrying his blade. At the sight of Wen Xu, he immediately took hold of his other arm. "What happened to him?"

"I... urgh—" The stench carried by the wind kept growing stronger. Wen Xu was almost at the limit of what he could bear. "I... can still hold on."

But he looked ready to faint, not like someone who could hold on at all. Bian Chunchou felt awful himself, so he could only imagine how much worse Wen Xu-Xu felt right now.

Were demons really this terrifying? Could merely catching their scent from a distance harm cultivators?

Just then, the flying vessel rocked violently again. The vessel, which had been listing, righted itself. Wen Xu could clearly feel the sickening sensation weaken. Though traces still lingered in the air, the spiritual formation aboard the vessel was rapidly purifying the air in the cabin.

"Phew—" Wen Xu took a bottle of Clear Spirit Pills from his storage ring and swallowed two. At last, he felt a little better. "That was disgusting." More than disgust, it stirred a loathing deep in his heart, forcing him to revisit painful memories from the past. That helpless feeling of losing control was, if anything, even more