Lesara's soul body was exposed to the air, soaked in dense life energy.
The life energy was warm, while Lesara's soul body was cold. When heat met cold, its soul body melted like a popsicle.
Its soul body grew thinner and fainter, turning into water, which was then absorbed by the life energy.
It was vanishing, dissolving.
It did not struggle. It did not even feel anything. It only felt its body shrinking and its consciousness fading.
It did not know whether this was good or bad. It only knew that it was no longer hungry.
Not being hungry was good.
Its scarlet eyes were still lit, but the glow was weak, like a dying candle in the wind that could go out at any moment.
It watched the Immortals surrounding it. Those people knelt on the ground and exposed their wounds to it.
It wanted to tell them that it could no longer eat, that it was about to melt away.
But it could not speak. It had only a soul body, and that soul body was melting, shrinking, vanishing.
After waiting for a while and seeing no response from Lesara, those people began to act on their own.
They pressed their wounds against Lesara's soul body, letting it absorb their life force.
The soul body passively absorbed it, very slowly, because its surface was already covered in melted water.
Growing impatient, some of them began scraping Lesara's soul body with their fingernails, trying to scrape off fragments to eat.
It was not demons eating people. It was people eating demons.
A small piece was scraped off Lesara's soul body. It floated in the air before an Immortal caught it.
He stuffed that piece of soul body into his mouth and swallowed it.
He did not know what it