Countless howls and roars like those of vicious ghosts rang in his ears. Fang Lang's face twisted with struggle and pain, while true essence continuously flowed from his dantian to replenish the astral qi around his body and resist the demonic qi's corrosion.
But with his mind affected by the demonic qi, Fang Lang could not perfectly control the true essence in his dantian. After such prolonged consumption, his astral qi was now tottering on the brink of collapse and could shatter at any moment.
Once his dantian shattered, Xie Zong's fate would become Fang Lang's—he would burst apart and die!
The demonic qi here was undeniably unusual. Not everyone who fell into the Demon-Suppressing Pool suffered the same consequences; those depended on their cultivation.
In other words, the higher their cultivation, the greater the corrosion they suffered from the demonic qi.
The danger a Saint Martial Grandmaster faced was at least dozens, if not hundreds, of times greater than that faced by a True Martial Warrior.
This was also why True Martial Warriors could generally endure longer. Xie Zong, of course, was the exception. Lei Yunkui had thrown him into the Demon-Suppressing Pool, leaving him suddenly exposed to the corrosion of vast quantities of demonic qi, without any time to mobilize his true essence to resist...
As a result, he had died on the spot.
More dangerous still was the demonic qi's effect on a warrior's mind. Once their divine soul's defenses were breached, falling onto the demonic path was the least they could expect.
Fang Lang's condition was now extremely perilous. He roared, his divine soul feeling as though it were being torn apart, the agony unbearable.
The Cloudwing Beast was no exception.
The Little One let out piercing screeches, raging flames spreading over its entire body. As