But very soon.
As Wei Tu continued chanting the incantation.
Pain was not the only thing on her face. Black runes shaped like crawling ghosts spread from her slender neck in the span of a breath, covering nearly half her lovely face.
Immediately afterward, her aura plummeted. It was as though those black runes had locked it down, causing her cultivation to rapidly fall from the realm of a Devil Ancestor.
The Demon Venerable realm now seemed within sight.
At once, a rare look of alarm finally appeared on Devil Ancestor Weeping River's delicate face.
"How is this possible? Other than my husband, no one else knows of this demonic restriction... Could it be that heartless man? Impossible, impossible!" She muttered to herself, retreating in panic as though she intended to turn into a streak of light and flee Wei Tu's "control."
But just as she was about to tear through the air.
Wei Tu, who had been chanting the incantation, moved as well. With a flicker of demonic shadow, he effortlessly blocked Devil Ancestor Weeping River's path, cutting off her escape.
Seeing this.
Devil Ancestor Weeping River seemed to have made up her mind. She brought out a White Bone Demon Umbrella and had it lower a "spirit treasure barrier" over her dharma body. Then she swiftly formed hand seals.
In an instant, a pained sound resembling a groan came from the "water mirror" Devil Ancestor Weeping River had previously condensed.
The next moment, Gong Shulan appeared within the water mirror. Her puppet-like body was pinned to a jade bed by Demon Venerable Lianwu's magic power. Pain covered her face, and her lovely body arched like a shrimp, clearly suffering inhuman torment from a restriction.
Yet what was astonishing was this.
Demon Venerable Lianwu, upon seeing this scene, appeared