Song qingxiao raised his head and stared at the demonic soul.
"Don't make me angry." She said calmly. As she spoke, her aura rose, but the atmosphere suddenly dropped to a freezing point. The pressure spread out, causing the sharp howls from before to seem to be restricted.
"I advise you to be more obedient."
Although the demonic soul could sense that its 'master' was in a weak state, it was unlikely that he could be its opponent.
In its 'memory', song qingxiao's aura was extremely weak, and he was not worthy of being its' master'.
She was right in front of him, extremely small. Her figure was shrouded in the shadows formed by her magic power, and she looked vulnerable.
However, for some reason, when the demonic soul heard her words, it felt a sense of uneasiness.
Perhaps it was the influence of the contract that caused it to hallucinate.
