When that wisp of Innate Soul from Heavenly Patrol General Feng Jiumo, bearing an uncanny resemblance to himself, slowly entered Ye Zhen's spirit mansion, the Soul Binding Technique was successfully completed. At last, the huge stone weighing on Ye Zhen's heart fell to the ground.
Feng Jiumo was the key to subduing this group of Heavenly Patrol Divine Hunters. Under normal circumstances, Ye Zhen could have spent half a year or a year employing a few tactics, wielding both kindness and authority, and brought these proud, battle-hardened Heavenly Patrol Divine Hunters to heel. It would not have been difficult.
But under the current circumstances, Ye Zhen could not afford to wait, nor did he have that much time to indulge these arrogant lords.
Therefore, the best course was to imprison their Innate Souls. That was the quickest and most convenient method.
If Little Demon had been awake, things would have been easier. With Little Demon, Little Cat, and Ye Zhen working together, even if Heavenly Patrol General Feng Jiumo was a vastly experienced Mystic Palace Realm Ninth Heaven Peak expert, capturing him alive would not have been difficult.
But Little Demon was asleep now, and Ye Zhen had lost a major helper. Yet to subdue the other Heavenly Patrol Divine Hunters, he could not bypass Heavenly Patrol General Feng Jiumo.
Thus, Ye Zhen had spent nearly a day carefully arranging the scene from moments ago.
In truth, Ye Zhen had not been one hundred percent certain that his earlier scheme would succeed. Before acting, he had already prepared himself for the worst possibility—that Heavenly Patrol General Feng Jiumo would see through it.
Fortunately, because of Ye Zhen's cultivation, Feng Jiumo had not been overly wary of him. Step by step, he had walked into Ye Zhen's trap and been controlled