Wang Fugui had no idea what Lin Shuguang had done to him. All he knew was that Lin Shuguang had grabbed his head, and before long, his entire soul had left his body. As though scared senseless, he floated in midair, staring fixedly at his own flesh, which had already transformed into a demon.
He had never cultivated before, so the sight inevitably felt somewhat beyond his understanding of the world.
"Interesting."
Lin Shuguang suddenly chuckled.
He had no idea what sort of constitution Wang Fugui possessed. He had clearly extracted the demon from the boy, yet somehow, his body had spontaneously generated more demon will, as though its supply were inexhaustible.
With one hand protecting Wang Fugui's divine soul, he held a sphere of light in the other. Inside it was the demon will he had just extracted from Wang Fugui. Opposite him, Wang Fugui's body was continuously producing more demon will.
This was Lin Shuguang's first encounter with such a sight, but that did not stop him from sacrificing the demon will in his hand.
Inside the Spatial Altar, flames engulfed the howling demon. In an instant, golden dew burst forth like rain, a full sixty or seventy drops.
That rather exceeded Lin Shuguang's expectations.
He had originally thought ten drops of golden dew would be a good exchange for so little demon will. He had never expected the demon will born within Wang Fugui to be of such high quality.
He regarded the still-dumbfounded Wang Fugui with interest. Reaching out, he used his terrifying Martial Dao will to suppress the demon will back into Wang Fugui's body.
With a turn of his hand, Wang Fugui's divine soul returned to his flesh.
"This-" He was still utterly bewildered.
Lin Shuguang's voice reached him. "Let's go."
A cold wind