The three faces of the Mist Demon spit out three bloody tongues and swept towards Lance.

He was about to hide, but at this moment, the purple-red bottle suddenly floated up automatically.

In the purple light, countless rotating particles are revealed. With Lance's perception, he can naturally perceive the huge power contained in these particles.

Each rotating particle contains more than 10,000 shadow particles. The strange bottle rotates rapidly, making a sharp sound.

With this sound, the stopper at the bottle mouth seemed to be pulled out by an invisible force.

As soon as the fog demon got closer, he was sucked into the bottle by a powerful suction force!

"No! What the hell is this!"

The sudden mutation not only surprised Lance, but also made the fog demon feel huge panic!

His body began to be out of control and was sucked into the bottle bit by bit.

The black mist completely lost control, and with the bottle mouth as the center, it formed a rapidly rotating void vortex!

He tried his best to try to stay away from the bottle, but who knew that there was greater power coming from the bottle. With a few loud buzzing sounds, the fog demon was instantly sucked into the bottle!

Even the pair of shriveled soul eyes are no exception.

All this happened so suddenly that the fog demon, who was still arrogant just now, disappeared in front of Lance without even making a scream.

Lance stared at the bottle in front of him in a daze. He didn't understand what was going on!

After absorbing the fog demon, the ordinary-looking bottle plug was automatically plugged back, and the purple-red light instantly dimmed.

The patterns that appeared before the bottle began to fade gradually. Lance stretched out his hand, and the small bottle fell from mid-air with a snap, and fell into the palm of his hand.

"Buzz! Buzz!" A faint trembling sound came from the bottle.

Lance put his ears up curiously, and only heard the voice of the fog demon was extremely clear: "Let me out! Let me out!"

"I beg you. Let me out!"

"I, Starks, swear under my real name, that as long as you let me out, I will do nothing...ah!"

The voice of the fog demon began to start to go off and off. It seemed that something was happening inside.

"I'm sorry, I don't know how to let you out." Lance shrugged. This small bottle looked harmless to him, but he didn't expect that it would have such a powerful restrictive effect on the fog demon.

"You are lying! You are not a human at all." Starks shouted hysterically: "This is the damn bottle of eternity..."

"You turned out to be from the dirty shadow plane!"

"Damn it, I've been away from you knowing you're a creature in the Shadow Plane."

"Ah...!" Starks' voice became weaker and weaker, and his voice became more and more resentful: "I want to curse you!"

"I curse you with my true name of the fog demon - Starkhouse, Dolan Ferreid. From now on, you will never have peace, and the ring of evil spirits will accompany you until death!"

Accompanied by Starks' curse, a small halo fell from the sky and was about to fall on Lance.

"Is this a curse?" Lance was startled. The curse is not a joke. The curse issued by the demons under their real names is often very difficult to relieve.

He was about to try to avoid it, but the bottle flashed again. The purple-red light faced the black halo and swallowed it in the blink of an eye.

"Can you not only absorb the fog demon, but also absorb the curse?" Seeing this scene, Lance couldn't help but feel relieved.

He became more and more curious about this bottle.

He continued to press his ear against the bottle and listened to Starks' wailing until ten minutes later. The mist demon in the bottle completely lost his voice.

"Is it digested or what's wrong?" Lance shook the bottle. Starks failed to respond to him again. It should have completely disappeared.

The fog demon, who was so arrogant just now, disappeared in a blink of an eye. Lans suddenly felt that the origin of this mysterious little bottle must be extraordinary.

"Just Demon just now seemed to call it the Eternal Bottle? Maybe you can start with this name and find relevant information." He thought to himself.

And at this moment, a few sounds of breaking through the black night in the distance suddenly came from the distance.

"It's the magic carpet, it should be the law enforcement team that was dispatched." Lance's expression stern. Now that the mist demon is dead, he is unwilling to be discovered.

So under the cover of black, he turned on the chameleon again and quietly slipped away from the edge of the canyon.

...

"Lorrel! Tina! Is this the canyon you are talking about?" A wizard in red robe sat on the floating magic carpet and asked coldly.

The two girls beside him nodded immediately. A trace of worry flashed across Rorrell's face.

On the knee of the red-robed wizard, a bird of paradise flew up, spun around the canyon, and then flew back.

The wizard pasted his fingers and the bird of paradise beak for a few seconds, and then said with certainty: "There is indeed a demonic breath here."

"Law enforcement team, in groups of four, search for me!"

"Ferendore hasn't discovered a demon for a long time. If it weren't for the accidental crack in time and space, it was someone who deliberately summoned the demon." The red-robed wizard frowned: "If it was the latter, we must deal with it with the most severe means."

"After all, Ferrondor can no longer afford the second demon invasion. Even a small demon is the same."

...

After returning to the cemetery alone, Lance lies on the sofa on the lobby on the first floor for a long time before he recovers.

The previous fight with the Mist Demon seemed to be very short, but it brought him great pressure. He had never been so nervous even in the Puppet City.

Because his understanding of the demon only stayed at an extremely superficial stage, and there was no way to know whether his spells could have an effect on him. In this case, he was inevitably a little nervous.

Fortunately, there is that bottle.

Lance rested for a while and took out the mysterious small vial again.

"Listen to the mist Starks. This bottle seems to be called the Eternal Bottle?"

Lance gently stroked the cold bottle body and searched it in the memory bank. He had never heard of any legends or records about this name.

And there is no relevant information in the fox's database.

But with this majestic name alone, he could conclude that this small bottle is definitely a treasure of extraordinary origin.

"A low-level fog demon whose combat power is comparable to a second-level wizard, it's so powerful."

He thought quietly, and at this moment, he suddenly noticed a trace of abnormality.

The shadow particles near the bottle seem much more active than usual!

Lance was a little surprised. He calmed down, closed his eyes, and used his mental power to detect the edge of the bottle.

Unlike usual, this time, his mental power actually penetrated the stubborn and tenacious force field on the surface of the bottle and continued to penetrate into the bottle!

What appeared before Lance was a purple-red ocean. There were some lonely islands floating on the ocean.

"What kind of world is this?" Lance was shocked by the scene in front of him.

His mental power turned into a pair of bird's eye viewing eyes, condescending. From his perspective, the islands were drifting around quietly.

Their movement is not irregular, but slowly moving according to a predetermined track.

He could only see one corner of the world, but he could also feel that these islands generally seemed to form one rune group after another.

In the middle of the ocean is a mountain rising from the ground. Countless floating islands and gravel rotate rapidly around the mountain.

"All these are made up of the purest shadow particles?" Lance couldn't help swallowing.

This world must have a very close relationship with the shadow plane. Even if it is not part of the shadow plane, it is also intertwined with the shadow plane.

At this moment, the mountain suddenly seemed to be like a volcano erupting. Thick smoke emerged, and then purple-red lava continued to gush out.

A crooked rune floated out slowly.

Lance widened his eyes and completely remembered the rune in his mind. The next second, a powerful repulsive force swept out his mental power.

...

"Huhh..." Lance's forehead was covered with sweat. His mental power was consumed more than half of his mental power, and fortunately his mental power was far beyond ordinary people. Otherwise, the last brutal sweep of the Eternal Bottle would easily cause mental damage.

More intense shadow particles emanated around the bottle of Eternity. Lance could clearly sense that the bottle's attraction to these shadow particles seemed to have weakened a lot.

"Can I use this bottle now and meditate?"

He moved his heart, held the bottle in his arms, adjusted his mind a little, and activated the secondary meditation technique.

The spell vortex slowly rotates.

In an instant, large patches of purple-red shadow particles surged towards Lance's body like a tired bird returning to his nest!

Without even the attraction power of the spell vortex, the shadow particles were automatically fusing into his body.

He only needs one thought to compress a large number of shadow particles into extremely pure magic.

The magic power consumed before was recovered at an astonishing speed.

Lance suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and whirled the spell vortex with all his might. Shadow particles surged like a tide.

Ten minutes later, his magic power was approaching saturation.

However, Lance did not stop, and he was still absorbing spell factors with all his strength. Generally speaking, if the magic power is full, it is easy to cause a lot of waste. However, if you continue to do so, you can continuously impact the upper limit of the body's magic storage power, thereby increasing the level of magic power.

Even if Lance continues to absorb, it is difficult to retain the extra magic power. But this time, it is different.

These shadow particles seem very close to Lance's body. Originally, after Lance's magic power rushed to 80 o'clock under the influence of the drug, it seemed to linger. But tonight, under the continuous impact of the shadow particles, his magic level actually seemed to loosen!

Of course he wouldn't let this opportunity go!
Chapter completed!