Shen Fei's entire body crashed into the forest, raising a cloud of dust and dirt. He groaned.
The old man's figure flashed and landed on the edge of the forest and scanned the situation.
"Brat, have you given up resisting?" The old man's lips curved into a cruel smile. "I'm telling you, I spent half a year developing this Soul-devouring Curse. Unless you have a strong soul power, there's no way to get rid of it. You're destined to only be material for me to tame my spirit beasts!"
The old man had begun moving his right hand before he finished his sentence. A black light condensed on his fingertip and quickly flew into the Three-clawed Golden Dragon. The Three-clawed Golden Dragon let out a wail. Its huge body trembled slightly, and gradually began to shrivel up.
It was obvious that the old man was using the Soul-devouring Curse to absorb the essence of the Three-clawed Golden Dragon.
Whoosh!
