Desperate howls echoed through the dense forest, startling flocks of birds into flight.
Master Yu's face twisted grotesquely, every muscle in his body taut with exertion, yet he could not break free from the invisible suppression at all.
He could only struggle to move his eyes toward Liu Erlong beside him, his gaze filled with pleading. "Erlong! Hurry—stop him!
My Golden Holy Dragon Bloodline—must not be lost!"
But she too was firmly suppressed by the vast Soul Power. Though frantic with worry, she could not move at all. She had the will, but not the strength.
Seeing that there was no hope of help, Prison Master's eyes turned bloodshot. He panted heavily and roared hoarsely, "Evil Soul Master! Dugu Bo, you Evil Soul Master! I'll report you to Bibi Dong!"
Dugu Bo paid him no heed and continued extracting the bloodline.
Luo Sanpao, who had barely managed to maintain his form, visibly withered at an alarming rate. His plump body rapidly shriveled, his golden fur lost its luster, and before long he was skin and bones, sprawled on the ground without even the strength to whimper.
Master Yu's Soul Power Level began to plummet along with it.
Level twenty-nine—level twenty-five—level twenty-two—until it finally stopped just before level nineteen. He had become a level-nineteen grand cultivator.
Dugu Bo finally withdrew his hand. Resting in his palm was a golden ball of light the size of an infant's fist. Its glow was warm and blazing, flowing and dancing between his fingers as though it still carried the lingering struggle of life.
He lowered his head and stared at it for a moment. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he unconsciously pressed his lips together.
Then, he took out a prepared mutton-fat jade bottle and carefully placed the golden light inside before sealing it