As Liu Ming and the others watched in shock, the body of the Demon Cultivator in the green robe shriveled at a visible speed, and his original shrieks slowly became weak until, at last, besides his widely opened mouth, only a few scarcely audible groans could be heard.
In just a moment's effort, a beam of blood thicker than before burst out from the chest of the green-robed Demon Cultivator, within which wrapped a heart, pulsating slightly.
Looking back at the green-robed Demon Cultivator, it was clear that his body had already dried to the point of resembling a skeleton, lying lifelessly in the grip of the purple hand, his eyes still reflecting a sense of panic and unwillingness, but devoid of any sign of life.
In the hand of the man in the purple robe appeared a translucent jade bottle, emerald green throughout; with a beckon into the void, the blood beam wrapped around Mo Xi's heart and was directly sucked into the jade bottle in a trail of afterimages.
