"If I ask him how he did it, will he tell ?" Liu Hongzhao’s lips moved slightly as she communicated with the phantom beside her; Zheng Yichen and the others couldn’t detect this communication. It was so kind of spell used by the phantom, a spell of the Supre Demon.
"Even if I told you, you couldn’t learn it. There is a fundantal gap between you two. To reach his level, you must take it with your own hands."
"Take it with my own hands?" Liu Hongzhao didn’t understand.
"His blood, though not nearly as potent as a Supre Demon’s, is still quite powerful. Yet blood is not that precious to him, and using his blood for training will not make you just like him." The phantom’s face carried a soft, seductive smile: "While humans may appear ordinary, their sheer numbers an there will always be a few who are very special."
"He has the potential of a Supre Demon, but the Supre Demons will not yield to him. He can only stop at the threshold of becoming a Supre Demon, and at that ti, just a pull from a Supre Demon can help him cross that threshold."
"Then why don’t you go find him?"
"He has already caught the attention of the Battle Maniac Asura. Sooner or later, he will beco an Asura Demon under the Battle Maniac Asura’s command, unlike you, you won’t agree with the Battle Maniac Asura."
"Only a Supre Demon can truly contend with another Supre Demon. Humans, no matter how well they do, can only seal a Supre Demon. They cannot truly kill one."
"If you want real vengeance, you must stop at nothing..."
The phantom beside Liu Hongzhao gradually disappeared, and she watched Lin Yaoyao in front of her, bent over slightly and craning her neck.
"You haven’t been scared out of your wits, have you? Coming back and just spacing out?"
Liu Hongzhao shook her head and looked toward Zheng Yichen, who was starting to draw his own blood with an easy smile on his face: "You’ve all beco quite formidable, eh? Keep up the training, just don’t turn into a real little witch, that’s all."
Today, his blood emanated a stronger life source.
With both hands clasping the Blood Sphere, Liu Hongzhao thought about the phantom’s words. Zheng Yichen was a person monitored by the Battle Maniac Asura; if Supre Demons were immortal and Zheng Yichen failed to beco one, then, in the end, he was still human. No matter if he lucked out in resisting the Battle Maniac Asura once or twice, when his ti ca, his death was inevitable. Although the phantom held him in high regard, with the potential of a Supre Demon, the Battle Maniac Asura would definitely not help him cross that threshold,
but would only take Zheng Yichen away after his death to transform him into a potentially powerful Asura Demon under his command; regardless of his achievents in life, once dead and turned into an Asura Demon, he would be a subordinate of the Battle Maniac Asura. Even if she gained enough strength to seek revenge in the future, the first to confront her would be Zheng Yichen himself.
The phantom had shared so secrets with her; many Supre Demons held grudges against the Battle Maniac Asura because his existence led to so of them being sealed by humans.
So of those seals lasted rely a few decades, which to a Supre Demon was almost like taking a nap, but such things ultimately displeased them.
If she could approach the threshold of a Supre Demon, those who bore grudges against the Battle Maniac Asura wouldn’t mind giving her a hand. After all, didn’t she have a true grudge against the Battle Maniac Asura and was yet to catch his eye?
She lacked the innate talent of a Supre Demon the phantom spoke of, yet she t the conditions to assu the form of a Supre Demon; all she needed was Zheng Yichen’s Heartblood...
Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t have such an opportunity, but Zheng Yichen was inevitably going to battle the Battle Maniac Asura, and that would be her chance.
The Blood Sphere in front of her gradually turned into a mist. The mist, upon contact with the Inner Qi cultivated by the Blood Asura, was slowly refined by the red Inner Qi. This was not like using the Blood Combustion Transform to Origin to burn it as fuel; it was a normal cultivation process for refining which left no residue and was entirely different.
Moreover, the life essence within this blood was already in an overflowing state, exceptionally pure, unlike the blood qi forcibly gathered during battle where various kinds of blood from different species mingled together, resulting in a highly disparate life essence.
The next day, Lin Yaoyao, sitting cross-legged on the ground, rubbed her eyes. Although the blood in front of her hadn’t spoiled, it had beco normal, losing its freshness, and she sighed sowhat lancholically. Just like the day before, she had overexerted herself in training until she was filled to the brim and fell asleep from exhaustion.
The blood Zheng Yichen had given them still hadn’t been used up, and a portion of it had gone to waste. Without a special way to preserve it, blood left too long beca unusable and had to be regretfully discarded.
She looked over at Zheng Yichen, who was packing so things and had put on his damaged battle suit. During these days without any battles, he seldom wore that particular suit.
As they gradually grew stronger, they could sense so extraordinary auras. From that battle suit, they felt an extrely violent aura.
Looking at it for a while, they could vaguely see the image of a roaring gorilla, its sight pricking their eyes with pain.
"You can rest a few more hours, then we’ll be ready to leave," Zheng Yichen said, checking the ti on his phone, speaking to the awakened Lin Yaoyao, "Go and get so good rest."
Lin Yaoyao rubbed her sowhat stiff legs and asked Zheng Yichen, "Brother Chang Qing, don’t you need to rest a bit more?"
While they were practicing, Zheng Yichen had been keeping watch the whole ti. Since they had been sitting all night, surely Zheng Yichen hadn’t slept.
"I’m fine," Zheng Yichen shook his head. Staying up all night was a trivial matter that he could easily disregard; it didn’t affect his condition. He planned to take a brief rest with his eyes closed while they slept.
Close to noon, the motorcycle’s engine roared to life. Zheng Yichen switched it to semi-automatic driving mode. In ancient tis, soldiers fought on horseback; now, he could battle while riding a motorcycle. He was set to harvest a wide range of Aberrant creatures this ti, using a substantial amount of bait.
The Aberrant creatures, attracted by the scent of the bait, rushed toward Zheng Yichen in a frenzied state without needing any extra provocation, bellowing as they charged. Zheng Yichen twirled the black spear in one hand, creating a whirlwind, and sharp Wind Blades spread out, eliminating the weakest Aberrant creatures nearby.
The splattered blood was caught by the fierce winds and stretched into a long streak that twined around the black spear in his hand, that feeling of being an Evil Fiend resurfaced; it’s just that this ti the surrounding backdrop filled with even more unsettling Aberrant creatures made his current persona seem quite normal in this environnt.
The style of the Evil Path doesn’t really matter anymore.
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