So something was bound to happen to one of them. This was the curse of using a forbidden curse beyond its limits.
Chi Yu's heart sank. He looked at Senior Brother Xuanji, his expression cold and grave. All the words rose to the tip of his tongue, yet he did not know what to say.
Xue Yi left. Chi Yu sat down beside the bed and reached for the Ghost Mask, then lowered his head to look at Xie Xiyi's face. Black runes covered it. In truth, he had lost his former handsomeness and could be considered disfigured.
But in Chi Yu's eyes, he was still Senior Brother Xuanji.
His gaze shifted downward. The black mist writhed feebly, clearly lacking enough energy to form a cocoon around Xie Xiyi and give him a new body.
Chi Yu knew what he had to do.
He rose and left the Secret Realm.
It was still that same expanse of crimson earth. The moment Chi Yu set foot on it, demon cultivators discovered him.
"There's a cultivator here!" a shrill voice rang out. Rustling sounded around Chi Yu, and he turned toward it to find over a dozen members of the Demon Clan eyeing him like predators.
Chi Yu: "..."
Was his luck really that bad?
Chi Yu took out Phantom Lightning. After a hard-fought battle, he finally killed all of them.
But the fluctuations of spiritual power during the battle would also attract more members of the Demon Clan.
Chi Yu immediately fled-of course, fleeing also caused fluctuations of spiritual power.
A cultivator falling into the Demon Realm was like a sheep falling among wolves. That incongruous white always allowed the wolves to detect his direction and exact location, wherever and whenever he was.
Thus, for cultivators, the Demon Realm was a