Saint Lord Cang Ming watched the demon souls under his control perish one after another, his face filled with shock and fury. He had paid an enormous price to capture those two.
If Three Flowers Realm cultivators truly steeled themselves and let their Nascent Souls leave their bodies to flee, then even if his cultivation was far higher, catching up to them would not be easy.
Back then, he had gone to great lengths to forge that relic. Calling it forged was not entirely accurate, because the resources within the relic were all genuine, without the slightest falsification.
He had then used a concealed formation to seal off the space, allowing him to capture Zhong Ding Sanren in one stroke while he explored it. In the end, with Zhong Ding Sanren's help, he had ambushed his friend Guang Tong Sanren as well.
If refining demon souls capable of controlling Three Flowers Realm cultivators had not caused him a certain degree of harm, he would certainly have raised as many demon souls as possible to control cultivators.
He had thought this mission would be as easy as taking something out of his pocket. He had never expected a Three Flowers Realm Early Stage cultivator to be able to unleash spells whose might far surpassed his current realm.
Saint Lord Cang Ming sensed considerable danger from those spells. They could clearly pose no small threat to him.
The contempt in his heart immediately vanished, replaced by tension. If he could not kill these enemies, then this operation would be like losing the wife and the troops as well—his fellow disciples would laugh their teeth out.
At once, he activated a secret art and transformed his body into a demonic form. As his body abruptly swelled, the black robe he wore tore into