Lu Ren activated the Primordial Demonic Eye. Vast amounts of demonic energy gathered in his pupils. He felt no discomfort; on the contrary, his eyes felt remarkably at ease, and they absorbed the energy faster and faster.
Lu Ren did not know what use the Primordial Demonic Eye had for demonic energy, so he let it absorb as much as it wanted.
Time passed slowly.
In the blink of an eye, a month had gone by. The Primordial Demonic Eye had drained the surrounding demonic energy completely.
"Which Demonic Cultivator senior is practicing a demonic art here?"
"What a terrifying absorption rate! Could it be a mighty expert at Nirvana Transformation?"
Whispers suddenly came from all around.
Lu Ren frowned and looked around. He sensed more than a dozen presences: cultivators at Body Transformation and Void Transformation, and even three Demonic Cultivators at Mana Transformation.
Generally speaking, Demonic Cultivators were stronger than ordinary cultivators.
If they all attacked him at once, he might not be able to escape.
But Lu Ren showed no panic. He suppressed his aura and barked, "Come out!"
At once, more than a dozen black-robed figures emerged and knelt before him.
Each carried a demonic blade on their back and looked vicious, yet their faces filled with terror when they looked at Lu Ren.
Though Lu Ren looked young, anyone who had cultivated a demonic art to such a degree had to be formidable. He had very likely reached Nirvana Transformation, and he was no newcomer to it.
Not even their sect master could absorb demonic energy at such a terrifying rate.
"We disturbed your cultivation, senior. Please spare our lives!"
The black-robed figures begged for mercy.
Lu Ren glanced at their robes. "Are you all Demonic Cultivators from the Blade Demon Sect?"
"Yes!"
They nodded