A rune shot out of the Soul-Devouring Amitabha Cauldron and slammed straight into Duanmu Qingyue. She was already spitting blood as she flew through the air.
She crashed to the ground in the distance. Duanmu Qingyue furrowed her willow brows slightly, slowly got to her feet, held her chest, and looked at the Soul-Devouring Amitabha Cauldron again.
"Get lost!" The being inside the Soul-Devouring Amitabha Cauldron seemed to loathe her. Its anger was obvious, and even carried killing intent.
"My master sent me to retrieve the cauldron. If I can't get it, I can't go back. I beg you, Senior, please grant my request." Duanmu Qingyue clasped her hands and bowed. Her long skirt was stained with blood, and she held herself very humbly.
"Do you really want to die?"
A transparent demonic claw reached out from the Soul-Devouring Amitabha Cauldron, seized Duanmu Qingyue by the neck, and lifted her into the air.
The demonic claw squeezed harder. The sound of bones cracking rang out as blood kept spilling from the corners of Duanmu Qingyue's mouth, staining a large patch of her long skirt red.
"Are you leaving or not?"
The being inside the Soul-Devouring Amitabha Cauldron spoke coldly. "For your master's sake, I'll give you one last chance!"
"My master told me to retrieve the cauldron." Duanmu Qingyue did not resist. Her face was pale, and blood kept spilling from her mouth. "Now, I must listen to my master's words—and I must carry them out."
"So now you know how to listen?" The being inside the Soul-Devouring Amitabha Cauldron sneered. "How ridiculous. Seeing you like this, and remembering what you were like back then, makes me sick."
"I never thought your master would be willing to sacrifice himself for a useless piece of trash like you. He's a useless