Inside the space of the Pearl of Styx, Ma Wu’s soul had already completely become a semi-transparent pale yellow color and was painfully struggling in the surging River Styx Primordial Water.
"My master will not forgive you!" Ma Wu roared with hatred.
Lin Feng chuckled, "I know, that Nascent Soul stage master of yours engraved a charm in your soul. As soon as you died and your soul dissipates, he would immediately know. But I am not killing you right now, I wonder if he can know your current predicament?".
Ma Wu closed his eyes in despair. He never thought that there ever would be a predicament where he didn’t die but was suffering a thousand times more than death instead.
Lin Feng smiled lightly, "Tell me now, how come you guys instantly turned hostile and attacked the moment my disciple asked you guys for information about galactic sand?".
