"Correct. All you need to do now is hand over one soul and one spirit, and Lin will naturally not make things difficult for you."
Lin Xuan toyed with the treasure in his hand. His cold voice entered the ears, as if what he had said was nothing more than some utterly insignificant trifle.
The Cold Mouse King's expression, however, had turned hideous to the extreme. As a mighty late-stage Spirit Division expert of the Demon Race, he naturally knew full well how powerful this Soul Prohibition Technique was. It was in no way comparable to ordinary restrictions. Handing over one soul and one spirit was equal to placing his little life in the other party's hands. From then on, he would no longer have the slightest ability to resist.
In other words, taking this step was the same as turning himself into a slave, doomed beyond redemption from then on. Psychologically, he was naturally unwilling no matter what. But if he did not do so, how was he supposed to survive the crisis before him? What awaited him would probably be the immediate ending of his soul flying away and his spirit scattering.
What should he do? The conditions the other party had proposed were far too harsh, yet now that matters had developed to this point, there was simply no room left to haggle.
On one side was death; on the other was handing over his soul and spirit. How was he supposed to choose?
But however difficult it was, he still had to decide. The expression on Lin Xuan's face had clearly begun to show impatience.
The Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword trembled faintly, and the spiritual light that had originally dimmed began to grow dazzling once more.
Though they had not had much contact, this boy Lin