Spirit Vessel

Feng Feiyun picked up the two demon bones. They were from great demons so even these little pieces weighed several thousand pounds. There was still remnant power from these demons so they were comparable to mighty spirit treasures.

“You just killed two tigerwolf demons, the one before was obviously a giant ant demon. How strange, these races are competitors, why are they working together now? Just to monopolize the dragon corpse? No, this is still the outskirt.” The turtle spoke while hiding inside Feiyun’s robe.

It stole the ghost vessel back at the grave and was seen by many demon experts. It didn’t want to be recognized and pursued.

Feiyun crossed through the formations and entered this particular area. There were unknown creatures looming in the darkness.

They didn’t attack him and only followed while keeping a distance. They could sense his considerable aura and preferred to exercise prudence.

“Young man, ten demon races have gathered here today. This isn’t the place for you to be.” Black smoke containing a pair of green eyes and bloody jaw billowed from a broken palace.

Feiyun stopped and glared at the smoke: “You’re not qualified to speak to me.”

“Hmph! I am a general of the wind demon with more than ten thousand points on the battlefield, I’m not qualified?!” The smoke had no tangible form. It expanded and contracted repeatedly.

A sharp claw stretched out, acting as a blade.

“Just a weak race.” Feiyun said and spewed out phoenix sinflame. The inferno nearly destroyed this demon’s physical form.

“Whoosh!” The demons nearby all rushed out and attacked him at the same time.