A week later, in front of the Demon Spirit Realm gate.
Inside a standalone small tent, Du Yu sat cross-legged on the camp bed, feeling the thick Demon Breath surging within him.
The rich and pure Demon Breath gushed from the Spirit Ruins Acupoint-Shadow Gu Tower, circulating slowly within Du Yu under the guidance of the Little Black Gold Bird.
As Little Fen Yang roamed around, the pure Demon Breath transformed into Fire Demon Breath, repeatedly impacting Du Yu's body, trying to expand this body vessel.
"Ha." Du Yu let out a long breath.
The time has come!
He could break through the restraints at any moment, and this fully inflated feeling was truly both uncomfortable and gratifying.
"Shasha~"
"Creak... creak..." The sound of branches and leaves moving roughly like waves suddenly erupted, one wave following another.
Du Yu was stunned for a moment, hurriedly getting off the bed and running out of the small tent.
"Nai~" Bai Yujing, who was lying beside him, also followed out.
