"Master."
To appear unnoticed, to remain undetected by even the supreme experts, to instantly kill a supreme expert in a moment.
It is naturally the Fog Demon.
The Fog Demon, holding a scythe, leaped to Xiao Yi's side and respectfully called out.
"Hmm." Xiao Yi nodded.
"Not bad, it seems you've grown quite a bit."
Xiao Yi looked at the Fog Demon, nodding frequently.
At present, the Fog Demon was his greatest trump card.
The dragon-shaped Wind Evil inside the Wind Saint Pot had not yet been fully absorbed by the Fog Demon.
However, the current aura, in Xiao Yi's perception, already far exceeded the level of someone like Jiu Yan at the early stage of Legend.
Though it couldn't match the level of Hengtian Palace Master or Chengfeng Hall Master, compared to the weakest of the Four Great Elders, Holy Moon Elder, it should not be far off.
The time until reaching the Upper Sacred Moon Sect is less than half a year.
