Before her words had even faded, Jiang Ming stepped forward.
There was no astonishing spiritual power fluctuation around her, yet an ancient aura from the depths of her bloodline spread out like a rising tide.
The aura was formless and intangible, yet everyone present felt a tremor deep within their souls.
Especially the scar-faced man and his companion, who were pinned hard to the ground by the pressure. They sensed that this aura seemed to possess an innate restraint over them, and their expressions changed drastically.
"You..."
Before they could say anything else.
A sharp slap suddenly rang out.
The connection between the two men and one of the children was severed.
"What?"
"How is that possible?"
Those words seemed to set off a chain reaction.
The next moment.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
The sinister control over the children's bodies snapped one after another, like spider silk touched by a red-hot branding iron, producing a string of melting sounds.
"Argh!"
The scar-faced man and the other Evil Cultivator let out short, agonized groans at the same time, both vomiting blood.
"You... what did you do?"
The scar-faced man's eyes widened in terror as he stared fixedly at Jiang Ming, his voice rising into a shrill pitch.
"You actually severed our connection to the Demon Seeds?"
"This is the secret art of our Yin Puppet Lineage! Our soul origins are linked—how could outside forces interfere so easily?"
He wanted to say more, but a faint golden gleam flashed through Jiang Ming's eyes.
Though the light vanished in an instant, it froze his very soul.
An absolute sense of suppression arising from the level of life itself blocked all his remaining threats in his throat.
Jiang Fan watched from the side and secretly shook his head.
This little girl was a demonic beast