Trapped in the demon fire, Liu Quan had initially thought the Doom-Averting Immortal Garment was powerful enough to withstand it. But as the fire burned ever fiercer, the layer of flames constantly erupting outside the garment shrank smaller and smaller. Beneath it lay the layer of cloud and mist. Once the outer layer was gone, the inner one would not hold out for long.
The heat pressed in on him more and more fiercely, and he inwardly groaned.
Had I known it would come to this, I should have joined forces with Deng Bagu to drive those two back, then gone to Western Sichuan. Death awaited me either way. Even if I died at the Wheel-Turning Temple, at least I would have fulfilled some of my duty to my late master. That would have been far better than dying for no good reason at these two men's hands.
What was more, after his death, they would seize his primordial spirit and present it to Patriarch Yideng. In the end, he would inevitably be refined into a Gods-Demon.
At this thought, regret overwhelmed him. Remembering how his late master had fallen victim to Revered One Yideng's treachery and ultimately been reduced to ash, he was overcome with grief, and scalding tears streamed uncontrollably down his face.
What he did not know was that Yuan Da had been working demonic magic outside all along. Six Gods-Demons had thrown themselves against the inner layer of the Doom-Averting Immortal Garment from behind. Though blocked by its clouds and mist, they kept burrowing inward and were now less than three feet from his back, ceaselessly breathing demonic light toward him to influence his mind.
Since he felt regret and sorrow, Yuan Da would make a Sorrow Demon arise in his heart. The more Liu Quan