Ignoring poison demon's howls, Tang Ning activated the divine imprisonment weapon and locked it on his head.
"Don't whine."
Poison demon's voice was heard before it instantly fell silent. It had fallen into a dazed and listless state.
Under the divine imprisonment weapon's control, poison demon could only do as it pleased without any autonomy.
"Prepare to retreat!"
As Tang Ning spoke, she grabbed onto poison demon's arms and legs and secured him to her body.
He didn't put it into the spatial Rift because he was worried that an accident would happen.
All divine cultivators had strange fortunes that were invisible and could not be controlled by fate.
There were no laws within the spatial Rift, so it was easy to be affected by the laws of the gods.
If a God spirit cultivator was placed in a stable spatial Rift, it would be very easy for an accident to happen.
