"You old monsters—you break your promises like this, and sooner or later you'll die miserable deaths! Even if I turn into a Fierce Ghost, I will never let you off." The woman spoke with a savage expression, her voice wretched to the extreme.
"Heh, has fellow Daoist perhaps lost her mind? Turn into a ghost? I'm afraid you won't have that chance. In a moment, once you're used as an object for the Blood Sacrifice, your soul will be drawn out and your spirit refined. You won't have even the chance to enter reincarnation again."
The old man in the azure robe had the bearing of an immortal, yet the words he spoke chilled one to the bone. "And has fellow Daoist forgotten? Brother Zhou and I are Underworld ghostly beings to begin with. Even if you did turn into a ghost, what could you do to us?"
Pfft...
It was the beggar, so furious that he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The other side was actually shameless to this degree.
"Enough. I'm too lazy to waste words with them. Break the restriction sooner. I don't want any new variables added."
The Ancient Demon's grating voice entered their ears. Then his monstrous claw swept out, and several streaks of black light shot forth, flying separately toward the Lihe Realm cultivators.
Of course, this was not an attack. He was only a wisp of the Devil Ancestor's Split Soul, after all; no matter how arrogant he was, he would never dare fight one against six.
Lin Xuan stretched out his right hand, and that black light seemed to be bound by some powerful force. After circling slightly, it landed in his palm. It was a Jade Slip.
It was black as ink, and the Ancient Demon's voice entered their