After she coldly ordered, the demonic soul reacted like a conditioned reflex.
It waved its hands, and the entire 'giant tree' began to tremble.
The vines trembled and rustled when they were rubbed.
Countless black vines quickly retreated, and the flower of the netherworld was forced to bloom again.
The flower buds bloomed layer by layer, revealing number four and the Daoist priest, who were wrapped in them. Their souls had been severely damaged and their consciousness was in a mess.
Above the cultivator's head, the Furious spirits of the dead had already gnawed at the back of the skeleton that was holding the cultivator's head.
The spirit's head was buried, and a pitch-black tongue with thick saliva hanging from it stuck out.
Just as the tongue was about to lick the cultivator's head, its body turned into black mist and flew toward the demonic soul.
"Ah-"
