Before long, his gaze locked onto an inconspicuous special cage in the corner, forged from shadow metal.
Inside was imprisoned a seemingly calm human female soul that radiated a peculiar fluctuation.
It was her.
Wu Heng stepped forward and brought the Soul Key close to the cage's keyhole. The cage opened soundlessly.
With a gesture, the special soul floated out against its will. He wrapped it in a mass of shadow energy and stored it within the Puppet Wraith.
However, just as he prepared to turn and leave, the countless souls in the surrounding cages seemed to sense something. Their wails and sobs became even more shrill and despairing, as though begging for release—or accusing him.
Wu Heng's steps paused slightly.
He raised a hand and gave it a casual wave. I could feel it all.
In an instant, thick, ink-black shadows surged outward from him like floodwaters bursting through a broken dam, swallowing the entire underground prison.
Dozens of tentacles from the Puppet Wraith shot wildly out of the shadows. They were no longer as lifeless as before, but filled with intense greed and hunger.
These creatures had brought this upon themselves. Wu Heng was no savior of the suffering.
Moreover, when he swept them with his thoughts, every single one of them was wrapped in resentment.
The tentacles pierced every cage, ignoring the souls' struggles and wails. Like straws plunged into drinks, they forcibly extracted and absorbed the imprisoned souls.
The resentment of evil ghosts, the brutality of demons, the fear and despair of humans—all this negative energy and soul essence became the purest nourishment, devoured by the tentacles.
They were temporarily stored in a special place within the Puppet Wraith, to be refined or used after his return.
Within a few breaths, the entire underground prison had