The Dragon Witch King gave a savage grin. He took a pot of scalding tea from a maidservant's hands and slowly poured it over Kurkulun's head. To Kurkulun, boiling water at this level could not possibly harm his body, but who knew what the Dragon Witch King had mixed into the tea? The moment the steaming tea poured over his head, his skin immediately let out a piercing "sizzle."
Countless white blisters, large and small, rose from Kurkulun's head, and he gave a shrill, miserable howl. His skull melted away as swiftly as a snowball beneath the sun, soon dissolving into a cloud of black vapor that scattered into nothingness. A lone, miserable green divine soul wailed sharply as it floated before Lin Qi, twisting and struggling frantically.
Yet all around that divine soul, a dense spiderweb formed from gray-white ghostly light bound it tightly in place. No matter how Kurkulun struggled, the instant his divine soul touched those webs, blinding ghostfire burst forth, burning his soul until it convulsed without end. He looked pitiful beyond measure.
"I'm very curious—which person gave you my information?" the Dragon Witch King sneered mockingly. "A mere lower god actually dared to come looking for trouble with me. I truly wonder whether he wanted to kill me, or kill you?"
Kurkulun's divine soul cursed madly, but Lin Qi had already extended a hand. Five streams of azure light shot from his fingertips, swiftly piercing Kurkulun's divine soul. Vast memories surged continuously from Kurkulun's soul: all manner of wondrous undead curses, all manner of vicious undead divine arts, all manner of sinister undead potions, and finally, Kurkulun's countless life experiences.
Lin Qi discarded Kurkulun's memories of how he had risen from a tiny skeleton monster to become an undead lower god, retaining things such as