By scent, Li Su quickly found Qing'er's true bone. It had been pierced through by special chains, and the place where she had been imprisoned had not yet been cleaned up.
After glancing around, he reached out and lightly flicked the massive cloak of flesh and blood floating beside him. The cloak immediately shuddered, and the hundreds of thousands of vaguely visible faces within twisted at once, revealing expressions of unbearable agony.
This place was truly clean. In most areas, it was obvious that the very skin of the ground had been scraped away.
As a lifeform from beyond the Mythical Realm, one could well imagine just how irresistible blood was to beings of the Mythical Realm.
It was not that there had been no torture, nor that there had been no struggle.
Every patch of ground around them bore signs of having been scraped, and some places had even been scraped over and over again.
Clearly, Qing'er's blood had splattered onto the walls and floor, only to be scraped away.
Li Su flicked it more than a dozen times before finally stopping. He carefully examined the true bone. Fortunately, though it had been pierced through, the other party had evidently been cautious and had not caused it to crack. The inscriptions upon it remained intact, and the bone itself had not completely died. Once returned to her body and nourished as a whole for some time, it should recover.
The material was similar to the soul-locking nails that had previously been driven into her primordial spirit. It was likely the work of the same person.
After memorizing the aura on them, Li Su let yin-yang power dance at his fingertips and directly erased their very existence.
Holding Qing'er's true bone, Li Su walked out of the cage. A vast