Staring at the face on top of the demon statue, Song Jian couldn't help but complain: "Why do you hate me? Your men weren't killed by me, and you weren't trapped by me. Injustice has its source, debts have their debtor..."
Just at that moment, Song Jian suddenly felt two ill-intentioned gazes on him. His voice suddenly diminished and he awkwardly rubbed his nose.
Having sealed the Great Demon, the Goddess Priestess also showed a hint of fatigue with fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.
"Alright, it is now sealed. After a hundred days, the divine text chains will have absorbed all of its Origin Power. At that point, it will perish completely once killed and won't resurrect again." The Goddess Priestess said.
"What about this statue, do we just leave it here?" Song Jian pointed at the ferocious face in the air above the statue and said, "Are you sure you've completely sealed it?"
