Master Yiwen's words resonated like a great bell tolling in the grand hall, startling Song Jian, who had not expected Master Yiwen to detect his hidden presence.
"Old monk, what hysterics are you throwing now? Your disciples are almost all dead. Hurry up and offer your soul so the Demon Lord can awaken sooner, hahahaha!" The resentful spirit shook the bell in its hand again, tormenting the monks in the cages to the point of unbearable agony.
However, ringing the bell seemed to cause great harm, or rather consumed a lot of energy from the resentful spirit. Even it could not keep shaking the bell indefinitely and stopped after a brief moment.
Having collected a monk's soul with the bell, the resentful spirit was already quite satisfied.
"Hahahaha, old monk, see you tomorrow. I want to see how long you can hold out..." The resentful spirit laughed arrogantly.
