"A treasure suppressing the Devil Lord? Wouldn't that let that thing out?" Li Xiaoya asked in alarm and doubt.
"Rest assured. That Devil Lord is already a dead thing. He won't come out!" Feng Chenzi said evenly. Despite his calm tone, he had long since begun cursing inwardly. If not for this stone stele, why would I, the Devil Lord, have spent so much energy sending my demonic infant out of my body? The stele had been refined from a special material that specifically absorbed the Devil Race's magic power. Although he was extremely weak, his cultivation realm was still far higher than Li Xiaoya's. Even corroding that tiny space inside the Small Stone Chamber had cost him tremendous effort and some supplementary materials, little by little. Those materials had long since run out. Naturally, cutting through the stele in a few strokes was nowhere near as simple as he claimed.
Still, it was true that the demonic beast was a dead thing, because its primordial spirit and demonic infant had both left its body. Thus, although the Demon Crystal looked frightening, it could neither attack nor move. His original plan had been to send out his demonic infant, destroy the stele, and then return to possess his body. Who would have thought that shortly after emerging, he would encounter that human cultivator at the spirit communion stage? Their fierce battle had gravely depleted his vitality. Now his main body had a chance to escape, but his demonic infant and primordial spirit were trapped again.
"Oh! So that's how it is!" Li Xiaoya said mildly, seemingly believing him. Yet his expression darkened, and other suspicions and plans formed in his mind. After considering it for a while, he asked, "Then what should we do now, Senior Feng?"
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