In the dark, damp passage beneath the palace, Little Lord Gulwei and the other three watched the path ahead tensely. A Voodoo Warlock clad in exotic-beast hide stood a dozen meters away, his face covered in primitive tribal paint, staring at them with a pair of eerie green eyes.
For the first few seconds, Gulwei, York, and the others felt baffled—and faintly smug—that such a powerful Voodoo Warlock would stare at them so warily.
Silverfeather, the Fox Who Offended the Ears, quickly realized something. How could a venomous snake fear herbivores? There had to be something even more terrifying behind them. Just as she thought of the darkness behind her and was about to speak, a hand formed from dark-blue smoke reached from behind and wrapped around her fair neck.
In that instant, Silverfeather felt her entire body turn ice-cold. She did not dare move even a fraction. Her three friends naturally noticed something was wrong, but the situation was too dangerous for them to act rashly.
The Demonic Spirit's hand gripping Silverfeather's neck yanked, pulling a translucent soul out of her body. Almost at the same time, her mind rang with a buzz, and the scene before her split in two: one part was what her eyes saw, while the other was a blurred spiritual vision. The agony of having her soul torn out brought tears to her eyes.
"Stop..."
Gulwei suddenly spoke. Because she rarely talked, her tone was slightly stiff. Strangely, as she spoke, the world around her seemed to ripple faintly under the influence of sound waves before returning to normal.
The moment Gulwei spoke, the Demonic Spirit's action of pulling out Silverfeather's soul halted. It even loosened its grip on the other's soul slightly. However, this ability could only affect the Demonic Spirit a little,