“My apologies. I miscalculated.”
Yu Ci was practically carrying Gan Shizhen, one arm looped around her, as he sprinted up the cliff face.
The female cultivator let out a soft hum, a sound so brief it was impossible to tell if it was a response or a groan of pain.
No one had anticipated the ghostly beast's true power. Yu Ci had, but he made the mistake of projecting his own capabilities onto others. He forgot that Gan Shizhen was not like him; she could not withstand the assault of the "Rakshasa Illusory Force" without fear. Thus, when the ghostly beast's howling roar pierced her ears, she had been struck. Though her conscious mind remained intact, the shock to her Divine Spirit was not sothing that could be dispelled in a matter of monts.
Yet, her condition was still better than most. Behind them, the demon with the crystal embedded in its forehead was letting out a piercing shriek. Though the words were unintelligible, Yu Ci had no trouble interpreting it as the most venomous of curses.
The curse had not yet died away when the ghostly beast and that demon collided in the most direct of clashes. Perhaps the paralyzing effect of the Five Thunder Talisman had not yet worn off, for the demon's thod of dispersing the impact was utterly clumsy. Struck by the charge, it was driven straight into the cliff wall. Even from a hundred yards away, Yu Ci could feel the tremors from below—and not just a single one.
That was the ghostly beast, charging in.
Barely ten breaths had passed since he had lured the beast to this spot, and the formidable alliance of three Core Refinent Realm demons had already crumbled apart. The swiftness of it was as startling as it was decisive. At this mont, the ghostly beast was already displaying a fraction of the awe-inspiring might it had shown when it single-handedly fought off a thousand demons. It seed that absorbing the "Rakshasa Illusory Force" had indeed been nourishing—at least for its physical body.
As these thoughts turned in his mind, the demon's howls from below had already begun to fade.
"Having used the tiger to drive out the wolves, the tiger's own ferocity remains undiminished."
This was one of the worst possibilities Yu Ci had envisioned. He touched the gold-green palace sash tied at his waist. For the past few days, he had been attempting to control this treasure. In fact, ever since it had transford from the hooked rope into this silken cord, the thing was no longer as deathly still as before. When he applied the Heavenly Spirits and Earthly Fiends Refinent thod, it did show a reaction, but progress was far from satisfactory.
Yu Ci understood that without the "Rakshasa Illusory Force
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