The moment the dagger pierced the heart, there indeed was a sense of "Soul Reaping Sensation".
However... such suction was not strong enough to extract the contents of Han Dong's head.
The Faceless Skull was like an indestructible Universal Level Prison, and compared to the suction force of the dagger, it was like a slightly oversize hurricane blowing past.
Such a hurricane might blow off a prison guard's hat but could not shake the prison itself.
Even the Dog-Headed Guardian, who was responsible for the Osiris Death Temple, had never encountered such a situation before.
"Your... body, is it not your own?"
Han Dong did not answer the Dog-headed man's question but pressed the dagger against his neck, whispering,
"Trouble you."
Swoosh~!
The dagger pierced through the neck carefully and cautiously created a small hole at the base of the skull.
