Inside the Realm of the Bell, the sky was dark as night. On the island at the middle of the lake, a shroud of darkness as thick as a curtain fell over the land. At that moment, there was a bell attached to every branch of the trees on the island. The bells were giving off weak silvery lights. They were like lamps, creating a strange picture of the island.
"Ha… Expected result." The Bell Demon walked toward Feng Bujue with a smile. "Now you should understand why the Taoist priest failed to defeat me."
Feng Bujue held the wound around his waist as he knelt on the ground. His breath came unevenly.
"Cough… ha… You are not wrong… this is indeed… an expected result."
Suddenly, he smiled.
"From the beginning, I knew you were very powerful. A treasure like the Bell of Jin Gang has been corrupted by a demon like you. Therefore, it goes to show… Cough…" He coughed out a mouthful of blood. "How powerful you are."
