Yun Feng gritted his teeth and tried to prop himself up, but his whole body was numb; even moving a single finger was incredibly difficult.
"No need to force yourself. In your current state, never mind stopping us, I'm afraid even your Nascent Soul can't escape. A mere early-stage cultivator dared to drive a Dragon Spider's soul and ended up like this—he brought it on himself, and has no one else to blame." The Palace-Robed Woman spoke with a light laugh, her voice cold to the extreme.
"Junior sister, why waste words with this fellow? We can't let that slut from just now get away." The bald big man frowned and spoke impatiently.
"Count yourself lucky. I have matters to attend to now, or I would certainly let you have a taste of soul-drawing and spirit-refining."
Before her words had even fallen, the Palace-Robed Woman had already raised her left hand. A streak of bloody light flew from her sleeve, circled once, and cut off Yun Feng's head.
Then she formed hand seals with both hands. A sweep of radiant light rolled past, and a tiny infant appeared eerily in midair. Judging by its brows and eyes, it was Yun Feng.
However, unlike a Nascent Soul that escaped of its own accord, this infant's complexion was ashen, and it seemed unable even to lift its hands.
The Palace-Robed Woman patted her waist, and a small jade bottle flew out, hovering before her chest. When she pulled out the stopper, faintly, the shrill voices of wronged souls actually came from within.
The Nascent Soul's face changed drastically. During the battle just now, he had already discovered that whether it was their treasures or divine abilities, all three of them were extremely eerie and peculiar. In all likelihood, they were Ghost Path