The Demon-Catching Tripod spat out Yan Gao.
At this moment, all of Yan Gao's Demonic Qi had been neutralized. Aside from his physical constitution, he was practically no different from a mortal.
Celestial Demons are selfish by nature, so it certainly hadn't shielded him from the agony of having his Demonic Qi extracted.
Yan Gao's face was now contorted, his features twisted as drool trickled from the corner of his lips. The intense pain had clearly driven him into a stupor.
Even Yang Jing hadn't expected that refining Demonic Qi with the Demon-Catching Tripod would be so agonizing. No wonder that Dragon Power True Demon had screamed like a stuck pig.
As a Demon Cultivator, Yan Gao's tolerance for pain was far greater than an ordinary Cultivator's.
Looking at Yan Gao, who could only babble and drool, Yang Jing condensed a Water Element Magical Sword. With a single swing, he lopped off his head.
