The two surviving devil cultivators instinctively looked toward the Goat-horned demon cultivator.
They finally understood why he had repeatedly urged them in his transmission to report this matter to the king.
But by the time they understood, it was already too late.
The Goat-horned demon cultivator's expression turned ugly. Gritting his teeth, he dropped to one knee before Xu Chunniang and bowed deeply, lowering his head.
"I was wrong. Please forgive me. As long as you spare my life, I'll tell you everything I know without holding anything back!"
"Too late."
Xu Chunniang sighed softly and stepped forward. Before the Goat-horned demon cultivator's horrified eyes, she snapped his neck.
She released her hand, turned, and swept her gaze over the two surviving devil cultivators, smiling faintly.
"It seems devil cultivators' necks break more easily."
The two surviving devil cultivators were scared out of their wits. They exchanged a glance and swallowed with difficulty.
The oppressive aura this Spirit Cultivator gave off was no weaker than the Feather Demon King's, leaving them unable to muster even the slightest thought of resistance.
Xu Chunniang sent her divine sense into the dead Goat-horned demon cultivator's body. Rather than immediately crushing his divine soul, she began searching it at an unhurried pace.
The goat-horned devil soul let out shrill screams. The agony of a soul search was far more prolonged than having one's divine soul crushed.
About a quarter of an hour later, his screams finally ceased, and his divine soul became dull and numb.
Thinking of some of the Devil Race cultivation methods she had seen during the soul search, Xu Chunniang did not crush the remnants of his divine soul. Instead, she took out a porcelain bottle and stored it away.
Since she had fallen into the Devil Realm and could not