Under Shi Yi's oppressive might, the Taotie Race's young Supreme followed behind him, trembling with fear and not daring to act rashly. One ahead and one behind, they headed deeper into the mist.
As they pressed onward, the devouring domain field grew even more terrifying. Shi Yi was still fine: the Heaven-Locking Earth-Binding Great Art firmly sealed his essence within him. He had only expended some during the battle against the demon birds formed from laws, and he had already replenished it at the cost of a single essence-restoring pill.
There was no primordial energy of heaven and earth here for them to absorb at will. Every bit of essence they used was one bit less they had.
The Young Taotie Supreme behind Shi Yi was not so fortunate. He neither possessed the Heaven-Locking Earth-Binding Great Art nor had seen through the dangers of this place in advance and prepared thoroughly.
In the earlier battle, all four of his guards had fallen, and he himself had nearly been slain by the demon birds. He had exhausted himself and used numerous lifesaving items. Now, after the domain field had devoured his strength all along the way, his face had become deathly pale.
To him, the sensation of his essence and vitality constantly draining away was undoubtedly terrifying, making his soul shudder. If he kept walking like this, sooner or later he would be sucked into a dried corpse, and in the end, even his corpse would cease to exist.
This couldn't go on.
That thought arose in the Young Taotie Supreme's mind. He knew the mist could devour divine sense. He only had to move a few steps away from Shi Yi to escape his control. As for the mark inside him, removing it would be as easy as turning over