Soul Emperor Martial God-Chapter 857: The Fog Demon Submits

Within the Mist Dangerous Land, Xiao Yi frowned in contemplation.

Even though the group of black-clothed martial artists were dead, the Fog Demon was captured, and the piled-up corpses had transformed into dust, the surrounding environment remained extremely terrifying.

Xiao Yi glanced at his arm.

The black mark on his arm was still there, but it had stopped corroding.

The deadly still atmosphere had been completely sealed by the Purple Flame that penetrated his arm, unable to rampage.

To completely erase the black mark, he needed to first incinerate all the deathly still aura.

And once the deathly still aura was incinerated, the black mark would automatically absorb his inner Primordial Power to recover.

This seemed to be a dead-end cycle.

The only solution was to ensure this black mark had no ’Primordial Power’ to absorb and could not recover.

But without ’Primordial Power’, he couldn’t condense flames.

So, when the Primordial Power was about to be exhausted, he had to be quicker than the black mark.

As long as the last strand of Primordial Power was first used by him to condense flames, then, after incinerating the deathly still aura, the black mark would no longer be able to recover.

This was the method Xiao Yi could think of now.

However, this was the million great mountains, the ten thousand dangers; recklessly exhausting Primordial Power would definitely be extremely unwise, even suicidal behavior.

Therefore, he had to first leave this million great mountains, get to the Central Region, find a safe place, and then completely deal with this black mark.

For now, just temporarily seal it, preventing it from raging will suffice.

"Hiss." Xiao Yi took a slight breath of cold air.

A more severe pain than before emerged on his arm.

Though the deathly still aura had been sealed, it was still rampant.

At the same time, the intense temperature of the Purple Flame was lingering.

The clash of the two auras naturally caused the pain on his arm to be more intense than before.

However, pain was just pain; Xiao Yi didn’t care, as long as the injury on his arm was stabilized, it was fine.

Xiao Yi took out a few high-grade Elixirs, crushed them, and applied the powder to the wound.

The corrosion had stopped, but the serious wound on his arm, visible to the bone, still needed treatment.

The deathly still aura had been sealed and suppressed, allowing the Elixir’s effects to manifest fully.

It wouldn’t be long before the wound on his arm would heal.

"Phew." Xiao Yi let out a sigh of relief, lowering his arm.

"Beiyin Palace." Xiao Yi murmured with a frown.

He was still unclear about what was going on with this group of black-clothed martial artists.

He hadn’t heard of this so-called Beiyin Palace or what kind of force it was.

But obviously, the means of these martial artists were extraordinary, and the force behind them was by no means ordinary.

When Xiao Yi had first entered this Mist Dangerous Land, despite a fierce battle, under a meticulous mind, he had scrutinized the surroundings.

He guessed that the group of black-clothed martial artists had been in this danger zone for no more than a few months.

A Heavenly Extreme Realm Fourth Layer expert, along with a dozen Heavenly Extreme Realm ones, such a group of experts lurking in this Mist Dangerous Land, what on earth were they up to?

And that Fog Demon, Xiao Yi absolutely didn’t believe that the formidable martial artist had the ability to tame it.

So, what was going on with the Fog Demon being commanded by them?

There seemed to be too many unusual and puzzling things within.

After a while, Xiao Yi shook his head, not bothering to think further.

He, always optimistic, if he couldn’t think of something, he wouldn’t bother thinking about it; some things, when encountered, would be solved; if not encountered, worrying about them would be futile.

With a flash of light in his hand, he took out the Wind Saint Pot.

Aw...

As soon as the Wind Saint Pot was taken out, mournful roars emanated from within.

The entire Wind Saint Pot shuddered violently, with wisps of mist struggling to drift out from the mouth of the pot.

"Beast." Xiao Yi admonished, releasing the Fog Demon.

"Roar." The Fog Demon instantly roared and lunged forward.

Bang... A surge of Purple Flame burst forth overwhelmingly.

The rampant form of the Fog Demon instantly halted, staring fearfully at the purple flames ahead.

It had limited spiritual intelligence but wasn’t a fool.

Its instincts told it that the fire ahead was enough to burn it into oblivion, wiping out its spiritual intelligence.

"Submit, or die." Xiao Yi spoke coldly.

Aw...

The Fog Demon roared, thick mist churned.

Bang... The surging Purple Flame instantly sealed the surrounding area, the terrifying heat distorting the air.

"Beast, I consider how you derived spiritual intelligence tens of thousands of years ago, which was not easy, don’t force me."

Aw...

The Fog Demon’s roar lowered, a humane plea revealed in its hollow eyes.

"Hu...man..."

"Mas...ter..."

The Fog Demon uttered fragmented words.

Xiao Yi satisfactorily nodded and said, "Return to the Wind Saint Pot and release your spiritual intelligence."

The Fog Demon hesitated for a moment, then with a swoosh, obediently returned to the Wind Saint Pot.

A hint of spiritual intelligence gradually appeared, drifting inside the Wind Saint Pot.

"Seal." Xiao Yi whispered.

Inside the Wind Saint Pot, the radiant Wind Evil instantly sealed the spiritual intelligence.

Afterward, under Xiao Yi’s control, a portion of spiritual intelligence was sealed within the Wind Saint Pot.

In the future, if the Fog Demon makes any moves, Xiao Yi can disperse its spiritual intelligence with a single thought through the Wind Saint Pot.

Of course, Xiao Yi’s own strength was enough to easily deal with the Fog Demon.

"Absorb." Xiao Yi uttered again.

Inside the Wind Saint Pot, a massive suction force emerged.

The dense mist within the Mist Dangerous Land was rapidly drawn in.

These mists weren’t ordinary fog at all.

Otherwise, simple mist would never drastically reduce Xiao Yi’s perception, even blocking his sight.

Martial artists with profound cultivation have astonishing six senses, ordinary fog, no matter how dense, could never affect a martial artist’s vision.

And now, these dense mists clearly carried an extremely pungent and astonishing bloody scent.

If not mistaken, they were likely the blood qi left by countless people and demon beasts killed by the Fog Demon over the years.

Normally, this blood qi would disperse and dissipate over time.

But in this Mist Dangerous Land, due to the presence of the Fog Demon.

Thus, this blood qi was trapped in the mist; over time, it even fused into the dense mist.

That was why these dense mists were extraordinarily unusual.

About an hour later, the vast Mist Dangerous Land had all its dense mist absorbed completely by the Wind Saint Pot.

The dense mist belonged to the wind attribute, thus the Wind Saint Pot could absorb and store it.

Meanwhile, the aura of the Fog Demon inside clearly ascended to a higher level, reaching Heavenly Extreme Seventh Layer.

"Thank... mas, master." A broken voice from the Fog Demon came from the Wind Saint Pot.

Xiao Yi nodded, speechless.

The Fog Demon, with its low spiritual intelligence, could only accumulate strength over a long period, barely using normal cultivation methods.

After all was done, Xiao Yi glanced around.

The mist dispersed, restoring clarity to the surrounding environment.

The vast danger zone was boundless, yet empty.

Not a single demon beast, neither a tree nor a living creature, only the scorched land remained.

Xiao Yi shook his head and walked to the place where the formidable martial artist had exploded, picking up the blood-red scythe.

Nothing was left behind from the self-detonation of the formidable martial artist; yet this blood-red scythe endured the explosion at close range from a Heavenly Extreme Fourth Layer martial artist without any damage.

"Top-grade Spiritual Artifact." Xiao Yi glanced at it, then stored it in the Qiankun Bag.

Whoosh... The next second, controlling the air, he flew up, continuing on his journey.

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