In the secret chamber, the middle-aged cultivator wrapped in the Heaven-Ensnaring Punisher Net was utterly powerless to resist.
He curled up as hard as he could, as if it would lessen his agony.
Yet such actions were clearly futile; grey mist continuously emerged from his body, immediately absorbed absolutely clean by the Demon-Slaying Net, his body withering and shrinking continuously.
The middle-aged cultivator's screams quickly weakened until, in the end, he could only make feeble "heh heh" noises.
Remarkably, he still clung to his last breath.
Wang Chen noticed that the Demon-Slaying Net had stopped extracting the evil power, as if it had wrung dry the cultivator who had fallen into evil.
He was moved and immediately withdrew the Demon-Slaying Net.
"Please, I beg you."
The dying middle-aged cultivator suddenly became lucid, his previously cloudy eyes now clear, and although he was on the verge of death, he managed to appear normal: "Spare, spare my wife and daughter!"
