No one knew what kind of great battle took place inside the Demon-Sealing Pouch.
Three days later, Ning Fan emerged from the pouch like a wisp of light smoke, his face pale as paper, suffering severe loss of vital energy, and his eyes held a hint of anxiety.
"Did you successfully subdue the rogue devil?" Luo You asked with concern.
"Barely managed to subdue it, but..." Ning Fan sighed slightly, tied the Demon-Sealing Pouch to his waist, and said no more. Luo You also did not press further.
He recuperated for a few days in the Xuan Yin Treasure until he was healed, then with a flicker returned to the outside world.
Standing in the cave dwelling, Ning Fan was silent for a long time before suddenly patting the Demon-Sealing Pouch.
With one pat, a cloud of rancid black mist instantly floated out from the pouch.
The black mist condensed into a bald, black-armored man, whose eyes were blank and hollow, yet he exuded the aura of the Eighth Layer of the Void Fragmentation realm.
