Just then, Mo Chen suddenly sensed something amiss inside the Spirit Beast Pouch and diverted a little of his attention to it.
Inside the Spirit Beast Pouch, Wu Zhengxin had spat out a mouthful of blood and was pressing his severed arm hard against his head.
Was the master-bonding mark backfiring?
Wu Zhengxin had already been gravely wounded by him and had no time to reinforce the Spellmark with a secret art.
Moreover, the Butterfly Woman under Wu Zhengxin's command had reached the initial form stage. The Four-Eyed Illusion-Scent Butterfly must have sensed her master's weakness and seized the chance to turn against him.
After reaching this reasonable conclusion, Mo Chen sent a message to Candle Shadow through the reinforced Spellmark, ordering Candle Shadow to follow the direction indicated by the master-bonding mark and return.
Meanwhile, in a secluded mountain hollow across Cotton-Scent Pool, Candle Shadow and the Spirit Butterfly Woman were regulating their breathing, taking the opportunity to absorb true essence at a frantic pace.
The Spirit Butterfly Woman struck up a conversation, speaking of how arduous the path of demon cultivation was, how their own kind devoured one another, and how she did not serve her master wholeheartedly.
It was only because she dared not defy Heaven that she had submitted to another, trading her freedom for a somewhat steadier way to survive. Now that her Fate Master was gravely injured and restrained, she still—
Candle Shadow did not voice agreement, merely letting out a long sigh.
Yet just as the two demons were breathing in and out, Candle Shadow received a message through the mark in the sea of consciousness.
Candle Shadow was about to set off after Mo Chen, following the mark's guidance, when a sudden roar of wind came from afar. A vast, dark