The secret art passed down from the Soul God Church activated, and Lin Qi began interrogating Rock's soul.
Unlike his powerful body, Rock's soul was incomparably fragile. Lin Qi easily seized his soul, but just as he used the secret art to search his memories, a terrifying Soul Impact burst from the very source of Rock's soul, blasting it to pieces before delivering Lin Qi a vicious head-on blow.
With a soft sigh, Lin Qi shook his head. "I knew it would be like this! You don't even trust your own disciples?"
Donkey lightly clapped his hooves and sneered. "Those bastards all do this! Just like how your father had someone cast a secret soul-protection art on you, members of every major power on the Western Continent have secret arts guarding their souls."
Flicking his slender tail, Donkey shot Lin Qi a sidelong glance. "That's why Lord Donkey would never suggest you try something so stupid. Keeping him around for torture would be more likely to get a confession than searching his soul!"
Lin Qi shrugged and gave an indifferent snort.
He was only one Rock. Mr. Mo had failed this time, but he certainly would not let the matter rest. Then they could keep playing. Mr. Mo's counterattack this time had been sharp and startling, even beyond Lin Qi's expectations. If Lin Qi's body had not been exceptionally strong, and if Donkey and the others had not been able to hide inside the Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse, then even a high-rank demigod who encountered Rock in that damned place, the Undead Great Swamp, would have been easily killed by him, wouldn't they?
All elemental power was repelled, all powers sealed away; one could only fight with the body!
Mr. Mo had indeed made an exquisite move, but unfortunately,