"Sizzle..."
A faint, fine crackling came from the bell. After devouring Xu Yan's blood essence and Chen Lie's soul, an eerie red glow had appeared across its surface.
An even stronger aura emanated from the bell, bringing a trace of a smile to Xu Yan's face.
After being refined with a cultivator's soul, the Ten Thousand Demons Bell was somewhat stronger than an ordinary supreme-grade magic artifact. That was an unexpected windfall.
"Rise!"
Xu Yan beckoned, and the Ten Thousand Demons Bell flew into his Storage Bag.
He had originally planned to test the Ten Thousand Demons Bell's power, but fearing it would cause too much of a disturbance, he could only abandon the idea.
Although he could not wield this demonic artifact as effortlessly as a demonic cultivator could—as though it were an extension of his own arm—he could still unleash eighty or ninety percent of its power.
Looking at Chen Lie's charcoal-black body, Xu Yan felt considerably better. After removing the man's Storage Bag, he released a flame and reduced the corpse to ashes.
Then Xu Yan went over to the gaunt old man's corpse, stripped off the blood-red robe, and put it in his Storage Bag.
After dusting off his hands, Xu Yan stood up.
The howling wind echoed among the many mounds, low and eerie, as though playing a dirge.
In the darkness, Xu Yan checked his bearings and continued speeding toward the center of the Ancient Ruins Battlefield.
He had accomplished his purpose in entering the Ancient Ruins Battlefield. Now he only wanted to escape this place quickly and devote himself to cultivation, striving to reach Foundation Establishment as soon as possible.
Three days later.
Xu Yan sat cross-legged inside a temporary cave abode. Over the past three days, he had traveled without respite