As the Demon Core disappeared, the demonic power within the little boy dissipated like a flood bursting through a dam.
At the same time, his appearance aged at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually transforming into a gaunt, bald old man with a face full of spots.
The old Taoist looked desperate and knelt down with a thud: "Spare me, Immortal Venerate!"
Jiang Shouzhong asked, "I ask you, where are the others?"
The old Taoist hurriedly replied, "They are hiding within the forbidden area. After Lou Wanmo was severely injured, he opened the Blood Spirit Array, and the Master is breaking the array, preparing to capture them alive."
Master?
Jiang Shouzhong frowned: "Who are you people? Why are you attacking the Blood Spirit Cave?"
The old Taoist quavered, "Great Hero, I don't know either. I was originally just a small demon within the Ten Thousand Mountains. Later, the Master granted me a chance, and that's how my cultivation surged, becoming a Great Demon.
