Long Shishi still had not realized the severity of the problem.
The clash between the Qi Clan's and Peng Clan's juniors ended after a battle that turned heaven dark and earth dim, and in the end, the Qi Clan still came out slightly superior.
Immediately afterward came Long Shishi's fight against Peng Yukun.
Clearly, to someone like Peng Yukun, a man who liked to abuse women in lewd ways, a female cultivator like Long Shishi was quite pleasing to the eye.
He even openly declared that if Long Shishi was willing to accompany him for one night, he could concede on his own.
Such provocative behavior naturally drew a wave of wrath from heaven and resentment from men.
Lin Heng watched the battle in the distance with an interested gaze, while deep within his sea of consciousness, the outlines of two figures were kowtowing and begging for mercy as if they had gone mad.
The essence of the soul-control art he used lay in the fact that it would not erase the original owner's consciousness on the spot, but would instead strip away the controlled person's divine soul and will.
In the end, they would be governed by the remnant will of his own divine sense!!
It sounded a little like possession, and it was indeed a spell art similar to possession.
"Senior, spare us! We've already told you who the Dao protectors are... you promised you would let us go."
"We've endured Long Shishi for a long time already. She's just one narcissistic little brat, always thinking we'd secretly peep at her, and she often calls us salted fish. Senior, if you tie her up, I'll support you a hundred times over!"
"Me too, me too!!"
Deep within the sea of consciousness, the two abstracted wills kept begging and