Wang Fugui had no idea what Lin Shuguang had done to him. He only knew that Lin Shuguang had grabbed his head, and before long, his entire soul had separated from his body. He floated in midair like he had been scared witless, staring blankly at his own body, which had already become a Spirit Transformation fiend.
He had never cultivated before. Seeing such a scene inevitably felt like it had broken free from his worldview.
"Interesting."
Lin Shuguang suddenly chuckled.
He had no idea what kind of constitution Wang Fugui possessed. He had clearly extracted the fiendish will from the boy's body, yet who could have expected that the body would automatically give birth to new fiendish will, as though it were inexhaustible?
With one hand protecting Wang Fugui's soul and the other gripping a ball of light, Lin Shuguang held the fiendish will he had just extracted from Wang Fugui inside the ball. Across from him, Wang Fugui's body was continuously producing new fiendish will.
This was the first time Lin Shuguang had encountered such a sight, but it did not stop him from sacrificing the fiendish will in his hand.
Inside the Spatial Altar, a flame wrapped around the howling fiend. In the blink of an eye, a burst of Golden Dew erupted like falling rain—fully sixty or seventy drops.
It was somewhat beyond Lin Shuguang's expectations.
He had originally thought that getting ten drops of Golden Dew from such a small amount of fiendish will would already be pretty good, but he had never expected the fiendish will born within Wang Fugui to be of such high quality.
He looked with interest at Wang Fugui, who was still gaping dumbly nearby. With a wave of his hand, his terrifying Martial Dao Will directly suppressed the fiendish