As she spoke, the Evil Soul Master used one-tenth of the Soul Power within her body to form a rope, binding Su Hao beside her.
Su Hao looked at the rope formed from Soul Power. While it would not be too difficult to break free, it would still take some time.
He even withdrew the Immeasurable Void Soul Skill he had used constantly for years in order to cooperate with the Evil Soul Master.
After seeing Su Hao restrained by her Soul Power, the Evil Soul Master paid him no further attention.
Compared to Su Hao, Tang Wulin was in a far worse state. The Evil Soul Master had slapped him, and it felt as though he had been rammed by a high-speed Soul Guide Train.
His entire head was numb, and his mind was still buzzing.
Yet he did not regret it at all. He could not make a Soul Tool Communication call. Once he did, Martial Uncle would be in danger, and they would not be kept alive until Martial Uncle arrived.
Tang Wulin crashed heavily to the ground, his mind dazed and muddled. He tried to struggle to his feet, but no part of his body obeyed him. After several attempts, he collapsed onto the ground again.
The Evil Soul Master looked at the blood flowing from Tang Wulin. Beneath her mask, she forcefully sniffed it. Suddenly, her originally gray eyes turned blood-red, and her entire body seemed to grow excited. In a flash, she appeared before Tang Wulin.
She crouched down and used a finger to smear away the blood at the corner of Tang Wulin's mouth. Then, without hesitation, she pulled down her mask, revealing a delicate chin. Her lips were an abnormally vivid red, so vivid that it was almost eerie. She put the