In the grand hall.
The body of the male demonic cultivator emitted waves of invisible, twisted aura.
His expression grew fierce, his face extremely pale, with sweat beads as large as beans covering his forehead and flowing down his cheeks.
In a corner of the hall, another pale-faced man sat cross-legged, adjusting his breath to recover.
The man's eyes, once dyed ink-black by demonic energy and the will of demons, had returned to normal.
Though his face was pale.
He appeared more relaxed than ever.
After expelling the demon's will and demonic energy, the man's mind sea seemed tattered and broken.
"What is the master's background, to actually be able to help me expel the demon's will from my mind sea!"
The demonic cultivator couldn't hide his shock, muttering in disbelief.
Mastering the secret technique to clear demonic will isn't enough; one also needs an incredibly strong perception ability.
To strip the demon's will from the mind sea without harming the spirit and soul.
