Flames could restrain the resentful spirits within this Soul Devouring Banner?
No sooner had Wang Wu entertained that thought than the Soul Devouring Banner overhead surged with yin energy, swallowing up every last bit of excess blazing fire.
"Let me smash it over!"
Old Ox suddenly roared and charged at the Soul Devouring Banner, only to pass straight through it. The banner was like something unreal and intangible.
"Ha ha ha! Little demons of the Western Wilderness, you're so honest and adorable. Oxie, why not submit to me and become my spirit beast?"
Outside the gray ring, the Myriad Poisons Sect cultivator cackled strangely. Yet a tiny, exquisite Soul Devouring Banner had appeared in his hand.
"Seeking death!"
Old Ox was enraged and was about to charge out of the gray ring when a huge pit suddenly collapsed beneath his hooves. Little Mountain Pig had emerged at that moment.
"Big Brother, Third Brother, hurry and run!"
But in the next instant, Wolf Bu'er pinned him down with a whoosh, as though he were holding down a little mouse.
"Idiot! Why did you burrow out? Even sneaking an attack on that human bastard would've been better than popping out here!"
As he spoke, the Myriad Poisons Sect cultivator outside did indeed undergo a slight change in expression. He had sensed Bear Twelve and rushed over in haste. Unlike the Demon Race, he possessed no scouting divine arts, and his cultivation was not yet at a sufficient level. To conduct a thorough search, he still had to rely on formations. In his haste, he had actually overlooked this Pig Demon hiding forty or fifty meters underground!
"Awaken, spirits!"
With a loud shout, he violently shook the Soul Devouring Banner in his hand. More yin energy formed, and more resentful spirits flew out.