Mo Yu flipped his palm, and a jade bottle with its mouth covered by invisible thunder appeared in his hand. Faintly, he could still hear miserable howls coming from within the jade bottle.
With a hint of coldness at the corner of his mouth, Mo Yu brushed his finger across the bottle's mouth. Then, with a beckoning motion, an extremely feeble spirit emerged slowly, wrapped in a mass of invisible thunder, and finally hovered before Mo Yu.
It was none other than Mo Sha.
At this moment, after being tempered by the Netherworld Heart Demon Thunder for such a long time, Mo Sha was exceedingly debilitated.
Heart Thunder could directly damage a spirit. That scorching pain spreading from the depths of the soul was simply unbearable torment for a spirit.
"Have you enjoyed yourself enough?" Mo Yu glanced at Mo Sha's illusory body before him and said flatly.
"You... who are you? Why are you imprisoning and torturing me like this?" Mo Sha looked at Mo Yu in utter terror before asking the greatest question in his heart.
Although he had defected to the Outer Realm Evil Race and had become intolerable to almost every living being in the Great Thousand World, Mo Yu's relentless torture of him did not resemble a grievance held by the public. Instead, it seemed as if the two had some deeply rooted personal grudge.
"Hehe, Mo Sha, you truly don't recognize me anymore?" A cold smile appeared at the corner of Mo Yu's mouth as he spoke.
As his voice fell, Mo Yu waved his hand. Several strands of Profound Thunder flashed past. Upon seeing those familiar strands of Profound Thunder, Mo Sha seemed to think of something. He looked once more at Mo Yu's somewhat familiar expression, and in the next moment, his