"I must move swiftly, lest these Cultivators escape and bring about calamity!"
The large iron ladle vanished swiftly, and just as suddenly reappeared hovering over the head of a Jin Nascent Soul Cultivator, crashing down heavily!
The Cultivator's heavenly spirit's cover shattered in an instant, and his soul drifted into oblivion.
"Martial Nephew Yuan!"
The Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Longevity Sect couldn't help but show their grief.
The Pot Stove God raised a hand and beckoned.
The large iron ladle appeared in His palm, the bloodied base brought to His lips, His tongue licked the base once, and He couldn't help but reveal a contented expression.
"It's truly satisfying!"
"Don't be hasty, one at a time!"
He suddenly understood why the Jackal-headed God and Bag God were moving so slowly.
The extreme fear He had sensed from the elders of these human Cultivators was now being unleashed upon these Cultivators themselves.
