690 Demonic Eye Art! (2/2)

He had no idea how Feng Qiuran was doing at this moment, but he was well aware of his Thearch Armor and his physical body's capabilities. They were being eroded away rapidly as he was trapped inside the mist. It was likely that Feng Qiuran wasn't going to last much longer than he was. In fact, she might not last as long as he would.

The red mist was extremely bizarre. It had the ability to seal and trap them, as well as erosive properties. It was indescribably cold and eerie. Wang Baole couldn't free himself no matter how hard he struggled. He felt like a fly, and the red mist was a gigantic hand that was clutching him within its closed fist. There was no way for him to escape, and even moving was proving a challenge.

He could only watch as the mist slowly ate away at his Thearch Armor. Once the Thearch Armor was completely eroded away, he could imagine his physical flesh, his Nascent Soul, and his spirit, having lost the protection of the armor, being next.

The spirit fat on me will only gain me a little bit of time… Wang Baole's heart sank. He couldn't sense what was going on outside and had no idea if he was still trapped in the spot that he had been caught in. Unease continued to fill his heart.

If the Never-Ending Clan is trying to use Feng Qiuran and me as bait… Wang Baole's pupils contracted. His heart became filled with anxiety. He tried struggling to free himself again but to no avail. He became increasingly frustrated, and danger started to loom increasingly heavier over his head. He knew that if the situation remained unchanged, there was little chance of him walking out of this alive!

The only way is to keep creating and blowing up my avatars. Rather than staying trapped here and waiting to get killed, I might as well see if I can blow up enough things and force my way out of this thing… My only worry is that I'll still have to fight the four Soul Conduit realm cultivators after that. That's going to be a tough battle… Wait, there's still Mie Liezi. He has definitely caught up by now! Wang Baole was torn. It was unfortunate that they were nowhere near Mars. Given the choice, he might risk it all to summon his Dark Artifact.

I don't care anymore! Violence flashed across Wang Baole's eyes. He gritted his teeth and prepared to summon his avatar so that he could blow it up. Just as his avatar appeared and was about to self-destruct, he suddenly widened his eyes and stared at the rumbling mist ahead of him!

A face had flashed past in the mist. It had vanished instantly, but Wang Baole had seen the greed and brutality that had been on its face. It was as if the face had found Wang Baole an appetizing treat and had wanted a bite.

That is… Wang Baole's heart raced. He abandoned the idea of blowing up his avatars and scanned the surrounding mist carefully, his eyes wide. Soon, he saw a face again. It was a different face, one with a lost expression.

Wang Baole's eyes burned brightly at the sight. He didn't act rashly. Instead, he continued waiting. Slowly, more faces appeared. Some of them were male, others female. Some looked violent, some lost. Some of the faces were awash with greed, others perversion.

Wisps of soul appeared alongside these faces, gathering together and spreading around Wang Baole.

This is like receiving a pillow for a gift when you're just beginning to feel drowsy! Wang Baole blinked before a wild joy began flooding his heart. Dead spirits were the thing that he was least afraid of. As a Dark Child, seeing these souls was like seeing servants wandering all around him.

He was overjoyed by their appearance, and he began to reassess his situation carefully.

I have no idea why they're here, but as long as there are souls hidden inside this mist and there is a sufficient number of them, I should be able to use the Dark Art to free myself. There's no need to blow my avatars up anymore!

I can use the souls as my weapons too… but after freeing myself, even if I have the souls at my disposal, I'll still have to face four Soul Conduit realm cultivators, face an army of battleships and cultivators, and save Feng Qiuran. That's almost an impossible task. Wang Baole narrowed his eyes.

Unless I can become very powerful, very quickly…

Power… isn't that just the means to kill. That's why… the Demonic Eye Art… Madness flashed across Wang Baole's eyes. By choosing the path of the Demonic Eye Art, he was sending himself down the road to more killing and more death in order to gain more power. He hadn't wanted to go down this path unless he had no other choice. A Nascent Soul realm mystic art was the bridge between one's foundational cultivation and their ascent. It was the key that could determine where they would land in the future.

\”There's not going to be a future if I don't survive the present!\” Wang Baole was a man of decisiveness. The veins in his eyes gradually turned red, and determination colored his eyes as he muttered to himself. He didn't hesitate any longer. His hands might have been rendered immobile, but he could still chant the words to the Demonic Eye Art in his head.

A creepy black eye soon appeared behind him. The eye was shut. Its form materialized gradually, emanating a black aura that tainted the space around it. It spread outwards and enveloped the area, and a cold, evil aura slowly flowed out from Wang Baole!