The Silver-Force Demon-Subduing Circle bound the cave ape corpse puppet tightly. As Lu Xiaotian chanted, his divine sense formed a sword-shaped imprint and flew into the puppet's mind.
The cave ape corpse puppet roared without pause, struggling with all its might. Yet no matter how fiercely it fought, it couldn't break free. Its struggles were so violent that the Silver-Force Demon-Subduing Circle had sunk deep into its body, and some of its bones had even been squeezed until cracks ran through them.
The demon-subduing power in the silver leaves of the Buddhist parasol had been greatly depleted, but the cave ape corpse puppet's struggles were growing weaker and weaker. Only when even its consciousness began to falter did Lu Xiaotian finally plant the divine sense imprint. Then he flicked a finger, sending a drop of his blood essence from his middle finger into the puppet's gaping mouth.
When Lu Xiaotian withdrew the Silver-Force Demon-Subduing Circle, the cave ape corpse puppet thumped to the ground and panted heavily. Its body was already covered in deep, uneven dents from the binding.
"Heal its injuries, then you can leave." Lu Xiaotian glanced at Han Lin, who still hadn't recovered his wits.
Han Lin froze, then nodded without another word. He conjured a cauldron-like ghost artifact and tossed Fenggen Ghost King's bones into it. With a slap of his hand, a great mass of ghostly spirit fire blazed beneath the cauldron.
Several days later, Han Lin's face looked even more ashen. The cave ape corpse puppet no longer had the overwhelming ferocity it had shown upon reaching its breakthrough, but its external injuries had at least mostly healed.
"This is as far as my abilities can take it. The cave ape corpse puppet has its own spiritual awareness and a certain ability to heal