The Skeleton Dharma Body swallowed the last wisp of Devil Essence extract, and its enormous body slowly rose.
It was still incomplete. Black-and-gold flesh had grown outward from its right arm, somewhat more than before.
Its savage, vicious killing intent struck fear even into the hearts of the two Golden Core cultivators from the Demon Spirit Sect.
Mystic Yin's expression shifted uncertainly.
Naturally, he had roughly recognized this Dharma Body. He had never encountered a presence of this magnitude except from that Dao Child of the Asura Path. Moreover, whether it was his imagination or not, he felt that although this Dharma Body was broken, its efficiency in absorbing and refining Qi signatures far surpassed that of every Dharma Body he had seen before.
Yet no matter how he thought about it, he could not understand how the Demon Spirit Sect had offended such a towering figure of the Asura Path.
Yuyan.
That name was naturally false, taken from that supposed folk legend.
One could say that ever since Elder Mystic Yin had formally embarked on the path of cultivation, the Demon Spirit Sect had been a hound of the Asura Path.
Without some special reason, why turn the butcher's blade on one's own hound?
Mystic Yin was almost certain that this man was some important figure from the Asura Path. Yet at this moment, he could not acknowledge it.
"Elder Chiyan, this man has impersonated someone from the Asura Path, attacked our Demon Spirit Sect, and murdered Junior Brother Ding Ling."
"You and I must destroy him, body and soul!"
As he spoke, surging Devil Essence gathered over his hands. He appeared ready to strike.
Mystic Yin's instincts had always been accurate. This man from the Asura Path had no intention of sparing their Demon Spirit Sect.
Simply begging