The Demon-Catching Tripod was crammed full of Outer Celestial Demons. Yang Jing looked down into the tripod's opening, where innumerable twisted and ferocious demon faces were squeezed into a single mass.
They let out ear-piercing screeches, furiously ramming against the Demon-Catching Tripod's Restriction as they tried to escape.
Yang Jing didn't cultivate Demon Skills, so he couldn't push the Demon-Catching Tripod to its limits. However, it was more than enough to imprison these Low-level Celestial Demons.
'These little things certainly have a unique look to them.'
A crimson light—the Celestial Demon Blood Transformation—shone from his palm and dropped into the Demon-Catching Tripod.
The grating screeches immediately became shrill, agonizing screams. A few moments later, even the screams died down.
All that remained inside the Demon-Catching Tripod was a layer of blood beads.
