A gray spiritual body flew out—it was that Yin Spirit. She had not died, but her condition was extremely dire. Golden flecks filled her spiritual body: Lightning of Metal, rooted deep within her spirit and attacking without cease.
Bone Spirit trembled all over. Even her spiritual body swayed, slipping into an unstable state. Without question, she had been grievously wounded.
She spat out a mouthful of fragments, gray mixed with faint golden light. As a Yin Spirit, to be injured this badly by a Dao Attainment cultivator—few would dare believe it if word got out.
Fortunately, though she had paid an enormous price, the gains were equally remarkable.
With Soul Metamorphosis unleashed at full power, around ninety percent of the opponent's soul would undoubtedly develop problems. This was irreversible, no different from death.
Seeing the Yin Spirit appear, the two spiritual bodies on the demon side relaxed somewhat.
They had invited her here. If something happened to her, they would have no way to explain themselves upon returning.
Madam White Bones was no easy figure to provoke. As a Demon King–level Yin Spirit, she ranked among the foremost of the many Demon Kings. Unlike demons, Yin Spirits were exceptionally difficult to bring into being, and Bone Spirit was one of her subordinates with extraordinary talent. At a very young age, she had already reached the pinnacle of Dao Attainment, just one step away from Dao Mastery.
Had this mission not been so special—an ambush to kill the mortal realm's genius human cultivators of the Central Plains while there was no great danger—Madam White Bones likely would never have permitted her to come out.
As for the three little girls, their expressions changed drastically.
Within the spiritual world, Yin Spirits were terrifying. They could easily grievously wound their spiritual bodies and